Hobbes’ first reaction was to sigh and roll his eyes. Cupids. Boring. Though, of course, there’s always potential in the power. “Well, isn’t that something?” he forced a smile. “How fortunate for you that your parents were the rare exception, he said, somewhat more sincerely. It was technically fortunate for her.
Her empathy meant that PJ was able to pick up on his boredom at her story. She hid a little sigh. Did no one here care about love? It seemed that the people she met were more obsessed with other things. She just couldn’t understand it. Love was the second most important thing to her, second only to family. “My family tends to be filled with rare exceptions. Half cupids, half whitelighters. There’s a lot of us.” She laughed a little, glad to be thinking about her family.
“Hm, yes, well, Halliwells,” he said, giving a shrug, “you’re quite a … infamous family,” there was a pause. “So, this … Cupid thing, is it just the beaming, or are there other powers connected with this?” He was curious, sue him.
“Well, Cupids have more powers, but I haven’t developed those yet.” She held up her hand, showing him the Ring on her finger. “Cupid’s can use these to do a whole bunch of things, like move through time, slow it down. I’ve been trying to tap into it, but it’s possible my witch side is too strong.” She hoped it wasn’t, as she wanted to be able to use her Ring. “But from my mum, I got empathy and premonitions.”