As one of the lesser furies in the underworld, Cyrus had the lovely job of punishing the wicked in a world of strange mortals. A land above the clouds that was an awful upwards flight from underground. He did love the feeling of falling back off a cliff when he was up early enough to have time for himself. Cyrus also enjoyed a mortal thing called coffee. It was a strange bitter soup but it tasted better with sugar and cows milk. He disposed of it with a small fire and put it out before flying up. Up in the clouds where he had made a home for himself on a campground. Camp Mosshat it was called and they welcomed him with open arms. There were a few more normal looking mortals like the ones Cyrus was used to seeing on land and one mortal he had his eye on. A curly haired ginger named Elliot was someone he wanted to keep close. He didn’t quite know why, he didn’t really understand human emotions well but he wanted to. Cyrus flied down and made a graceful landing outside of Elliot’s tent. He knew very well he had permission to come and go as he pleased and entered the tent with a small smile. Elliot snored softly and drooled a little onto his pillow. One leg was up and closer to his chest and the other was straight out. It was too warm still to wear pants to bed so Elliot was left with boxers and a shirt. Cyrus stroked his soft curls after sitting next to him. He placed a soft kiss on his cheek and Elliot turned onto his back, exposing his lower belly. Cyrus smiled and adjusted Elliot’s shirt so it covered him. He wasn’t ready to think of Elliot like that he just wanted- to hold him really. Elliot sighed and curled up, facing Cyrus. He has been told too many times not to fall in love so easy but he just couldn’t help it. Cyrus was sweet in his own way and sarcastic and his real smile could light up a room. He liked dreaming about dancing with Cyrus under the stars, just the two of them surrounded by the sky. Elliot smiled in his sleep and mumbled a little something.