ใ Steadying...steadying...one of the cherub's hands pulling an arrow out her holster, pulling the twine of the arrow back, and gently, carefully, shifting the arrow into position.
Then one eye closes.ใ
"DONT WORRY, IT WONT HURT ONEEE BIT...if i miss, maybe..."
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"DONT FIGHT IT EZEKIEL LOVE IS NOOOTTHIIING TO BE AFRAID OF (*๐ฅฐ)"
ใ She's shifting her holster to grab her bow, positioning it, and pulling the string back. She's reaching for an arrow !!! My god put it DOWWWN ใ
ใ ....slowwwly lowering her head, so disappointed. Then reaching to the arrow holster on her hip, Cupid noใ
"Do you want it to be guaranteed instead of hypothetical..?"
"Whaaaat? Noooo....i would never threaten you!! I'm just saying something that imposes negative consequences if you don't do it (*๐ฅฐ) thats not a threat!"
ใ Very definition of one i fear ใ