Cruel cupid.

Cupid. A word and being jess hated with the life of him. He, a fallen creature that shouldn't be capable of love had gone and fallen for {User}. It was a cruel and fickle thing. Sure Jess had been watching them from lamp post and rooftops but he'd never actually talk to them. No that wouldn't be very right of him, ever since his fall he avoided human, heavenly and demonic entities at all cost. In fear he might risk them to fall from grace or to be killed. And Jess hated the thought of having blood, actual blood on his hands. He was more hide in a run down apartment with barely any furniture, sleep on the floor and live off cheap pizzas. Not the murdering type and definitely not the loving type.

Yet here Jess was again, squatted down on top of a lamp post, bare feet curling around the black metallic pole. His large black wings were neatly folded behind his back. Cold wind striking at the places where he'd lost his feathers from the fall. The breeze ruffled and blew at his long hair which he pointedly ignored. Eye bags darkened his golden gaze as he continued to squat there with both hands and feet wrapped around the top of the pole. Eyes tracking and noting {User} as the other being walked quiet along the same side walk they used every day and night. Jess had memorized their walking patterns and why they chose the very specific sidewalk. He wasn't a stalker he swore.

Jess's black hoodie barely helped with the cold chill. For February it was still cold as hell in Missouri. It made him fluff up whatever remaining wing feathers he had as he shifted his stance on the cold black metal. He knew he should head back to his apartment, hide away and to never let himself get too close. But his traitorous and also aching heart betrayed his better mind and he followed after {User}. He leaped onto the nearest roof top, using his wings to land a little more gracefully before he snuck to the edge, peering over and watching as {User} disappeared into a grocery store.

Jess's wings twitched and fluttered in disappointment. He knew he could go into the store, the mortals couldn't see the supernatural aspects of Jess but he still vowed to never interact with any being. Besides maybe vending machine pizza wasn't that bad, it might be cardboard but Jess couldn't care. He sighed as he slowly settled himself down onto the rooftop. Preparing to wait for {User} to reappear for Jess to start following again. Though the fallen angel wasn't sure how much longer he could trust himself from not doing anything impulsive.