Cupid's Arrow

Eligos wasn't particularly feeling the festive atmosphere of the carnival, but he went anyway. He was an alpha, even though he was by necessity currently separated from his pack, and he would act accordingly, which meant networking. It didn't mean playing carnival games, like so many around him, but he made it a point to meander through and observe those who were. When his eyes happened to brush over a familiar looking form, he at first thought it was Theory, but his gaze snapped back almost immediately. Poem. He first flushed hot in embarrassment at the rush of pleasure he felt at seeing her again - he really shouldn't care so much about someone he'd only met the once, and a Destruction besides - and then cold when he saw the child tagging along at her heels. A dazed sort of numbness settled over him and he turned away quickly. To hide the movement he made as if he'd only ever stopped to decide which game to play, stepping up to a booth at random. Mechanically he picked up a dart in his teeth and tossed his head to throw it at the wall without aiming, too much in his own head to care if he hit anything or how ridiculous he probably looked throwing a dart.