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WHO: Eros and Aphrodite
WHEN: Wednesday afternoon
WHERE: Dite's place
WHAT: The god of love still isn't feeling very lovey. He goes to mother's (by order of command) to fix it.
WARNING: None? Just an unruly Eros

Eros had always been a cocky little sprite, he was a trickster, but he always did it with good intentions. If he threw out curses it was because he'd been slighted (he could be a sore loser), but he'd given retribution in the name of love to those who didn't respect it or appreciate it. The darkness had pulled out his jealous streak which had always been there, but it had been a long time since so many of his siblings had been in the picture. Even Anteros who was there to keep him company, to be his favorite brother, Eros had remained jealous of the attention being all over the place. He just hadn't felt comfortable in his own family for at least a month or so. When the darkness hit it twisted that and hung on. It may have lifted but the sore spot in Eros' bruised ego was still there. He'd snapped at Psyche, he'd lost his MTV gig, he was a lost little boy that needed his mommy for help.

When he came to the door he cried the moment Aphrodite let him in. He couldn't help it. He wanted her to fix this, even if deep down a part of him liked it.