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WHO: Eros and Psyche
WHEN: Saturday night
WHERE: Their place
WHAT: Eros needs some mind control because he's whacked out and on edge.
WARNING: TBD

Eros was feeling alone. After the previous weekend, the darkness had toyed with that. There had been a time when he'd first fallen for Psyche that she'd been tricked into thinking he was a monster. Of course he was a beautiful youth, but there was a devious side of Eros that came out when he'd been hurt or bastardized in front of others. Being told that his show was canceled was definitely a shot in the foot.

He'd walked off the set, dragging his belongings with him in a backpack. He'd been messing up arrows for the last week, purposefully making everything go wrong because the bad mood he was in was reflected in the arrows he let fly. Today was no different. As he stepped onto the subway car with the hood of his jacket pulled over his eyes, he watched the people who got aboard with him. There was a couple that sat just across from him, young and obnoxious with their sweet kisses and happy giggles. Usually, Eros jumped with this sort of thing, it made him giddy. Now it was almost as if the idea of love was a poison in his system. The two would be arguing by the time he stepped off the train and headed home. Hopefully Psyche sent Hedone home because she wouldn't like seeing her daddy in this kind of mood.

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Psyche had just finished reading Hedone her bedtime story when Eros came home. She kissed her daughters forehead and hugged her goodnight before turning off the lights and closing the door.

Psyche heard the lock and then the door open and shut. She watched the entrance until she saw Eros and without a word she moved over to him. Her arms wrapped around him lovingly and she planted a sweet kiss on her his cheek. She didn't know what was going on, but she hated seeing him in this sort of mood. She would rather deal with the childish behavior than Mr Dark and Gloomy. "I made tea," she said calmly and stepped over to pour them both some.

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Eros stiffened at the entrance as she pulled him in. He'd once bent over and done everything in his power to keep her safe. He gave her secrets, he kept her out of Aphrodite's vengeance, he had done everything. Right now though, love wasn't something he liked. It felt foreign to him, strange considering he was the god of love. The darkness had set him into a weird place. He followed her though, because she was Psyche. If anyone could soothe him it was her. He wasn't sure he was going to be on the mend by the end of the night, but she could at least try. He couldn't let his mother see him like this.

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Psyche hated how he stiffened when she went to hug him. It made her feel unwanted and unloved. But right now wasn't the time to get defensive. They would get to the bottom of this and she would do what she could to help him. After she poured each of them a cup of tea they were placed on opposite sides of the kitchen table and she sat at one end, waiting for him to sit.

When he had sat down she studied him. Seeing him this way bothered her. Sure, he had his mood swings and bad days. But this was different. "Now, can you tell me what's going on?" Her voice was calm, soothing and there wasn't a hint of judgment in her tone. It was better to make sure he knew she was on his side and not out to find fault.

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Eros took a seat. If she felt weirded out by his moods, he was as equally lost. Eros was an attention seeker, and even with his brothers in town he'd felt the odd man out. His father didn't seem to even glance in his direction, his mother was busy. Even with Psyche and Hedone, the darkness had latched onto Eros' jealousy. He had always been a very jealous child.

"Something feels off," he told her holding his hands around his head and moving them around in the air as if he were going crazy. "Ever since the darkness...I haven't been okay."

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That Eros hadn't been falling all over himself trying to get everyone to notice how intact and wonderful her was after last weekends episode was strange. Usually he would have wanted everyone to know that he was just fine and not to worry. She didn't like this Eros. This version wasn't warm and cuddly. She wanted her cuddly, loveable Eros back!

Psyche took a sip of tea and immediately set the cup back on the table. She frowned at his words. If that wasn't ominous she didn't know what was. "I've noticed," she said quietly, though still maintained a non-accusatory tone. It was the darkness that had to be blamed. "Were you touched by anything? By anyone who might have done something to you without you realizing it? Something similar happened to Rhode but hers was a definite spell and she got over it shortly after the darkness lifted. Maybe you're going through the same thing but... not violent."

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"I don't know...." He didn't. Everything about that weekend was a blur. He just remembered that his jealousy had been so strong, strong enough to bend him backwards. "I've been ignored for weeks now." His mother coddled Anteros, and even as much as Eros loved his brother, he felt ignored. Wasn't that what the purpose of Anteros had been? To give little Eros company.

He didn't touch his tea, fingers tapping against the mug. "Mother can't see me like this," he pleaded.

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Psyche sighed, nodding to his answer. The most she remembered of that last weekend was wrapping her arms around Hedone and singing to her so that the darkness didn't get to her daughter. It would have been easy for anyone to forget exactly how things had gone down.

She frowned again, "She wouldn't be at all pleased with how you're behaving." She reached over and put her hand on his and added quickly, "I don't blame you. It had to have been the darkness." Psyche could feel how dark Eros' soul had become and it was unnerving. "Why exactly do you feel ignored? And who do you think is ignoring you?"

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"My whole family," he said bitterly. "Even Ante." Now this with his show. He felt a bit useless. What would his mother be able to do with such an annoyed child. Like this, Eros couldn't be a harbinger of love. "Everything I touch turns angry." His arrows were curses and of lead instead of love and gold.

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Psyche smiled, "Surely not everyone. But if that's how you feel you need to confront them, especially your mother because I know how close you two are." She sat back, considering him as she thought. "I know you don't want your mother to see you like this but she may be the only one who can help. Your purpose is to spread love and who better to go to than Love herself? Something dark is infecting your soul and I don't like it one bit, but even Soul herself can't fix every damaged soul there is."

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"It feels like everyone." All too busy for him. "Mother is busy." He knew he needed someone to pull him out of this. "I was certain you could fix this," he was crushed that he couldn't. "As many times as I've helped you, you can't do this?" He hoped later she wouldn't hold that against him, Eros had not ever been so cross with her before.

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"Your mother is always busy but you've never made an excuse not to go see her," she said matter-of-factually. But then the turn of events was surprising. She sat there looking at him, stunned and hurt he would pull something like that. Oh her. Maybe on someone else, but her? Her expression was quite dangerous but she continued to keep her calm, "Don't you ever pull that on me again. I have never, nor will I ever, forget the things you've done to help me. But you need to be reminded of all the times I've helped you, apparently. I will do what I can and in your condition it'll probably take some time, but if I can't help you you'd better go to your mother." She stood up then and took their cups to the sink.

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It had been too long since Eros had had so many of his siblings around, he forgot how strong jealousy could run. How much of an only child he'd always wanted to be. He loved his siblings, he loved having companionship. The darkness really plucked something within him that he'd not been around for the last time.

He smacked his head with the butt of his palm. "I'm sorry Psyche..." he was freaking out just a little. He had a vindictive streak, he'd pulled curses before but only in teaching those that disrespected love a lesson. Now it was as if that had all turned inside out and he was the one disrespecting it.

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Psyche didn't enjoy arguments. They tended to be uncomfortable and while her first instinct was to run, she always stayed to talk it out. But right now she really didn't like the things being said, especially when Eros had tried to guilt trip her. Speaking honestly didn't always turn out well, but it was what she did best.

"You're not yourself right now," she said, though not outright forgiving him. She was trying to shrug it off as she rinsed the cups and set them carefully into the dishwasher. "Go to sleep, or try. I'll see what I can do, but I can't promise it'll help."

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He wasn't sure if he'd meant to say it or not. He wasn't himself, but he felt guilty for having said it. He'd never pulled that on Psyche before, he'd never been more than happy to help her because he loved her that much.

Right now...he wasn't in love. He wasn't as cheerful or happy. It had to sting for her as much as he hated seeing it happen. He stood with a nod, kissing her on the cheek even though he was pulling a front and went to their room to lay down. He wasn't sure he could even sleep.

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Psyche made no movement to return the kiss. In it she felt absolutely nothing. Somehow she had always felt how much he loved her and right now she didn't feel a thing. It burned and stung and twisted horribly in her heart to feel nothing.

She just stared at the sink for a moment as she heard him walk away to their room. Psyche would not be going to bed that night. Instead, she settled on the couch with her knees pulled up to her chest, concentrating with all the effort she could muster. It wouldn't be until the early morning hours that she would fall asleep from exhaustion, trying for hours to turn his soul back to what it should be. She felt it fighting all night and it hurt her to no ends because it would usually bend so easily to her will. She was sad and hurt.