Chapter 39 - Eros

Eros had hoped that saying goodbye to Psyche, even if through her dreams, would give him some closure. Make him feel better.

It had not.

His shoulder still ached where the oil had burned him. But more than that, the physical pain was a constant reminder of the heartbreaking pain he felt every time he thought of Psyche. How was it possible, after everything he had done for her, given up for her, all the times he'd promised to love her, that she would betray him after just one visit from her sister? He'd thought he was slowly falling for him. Was any of it real?

And then came the waves of anger. How could a mortal, even if she was partly divine, even dream of harming him? The idea was unfathomable. Eros refused to really acknowledge the thought in the back of his head reminding him that Psyche didn't know he was a god because he hadn't told her. All the signs were there. She should've figured it out.

"Humans are so stupid!" he yelled at his house.

"You won't hear any disagreement from me," Aphrodite said, narrowing her eyes into a wickedly delightful twinkle.

Eros flexed his jaw and pressed his eyes firmly together, unwilling to acknowledge her entrance. Aphrodite was the last person he wanted to see right now.

"Oh, come now, darling. You shouldn't be rude to me. You know that doesn't get you anywhere."

Eros let his head drop back as he breathed in deeply, trying to force his temper back down into wherever it was rapidly rising from. "I can't. Talk. Now."

"Tisk. You can always talk to me," Aphrodite chided, and reached out to lay her hand on Eros's shoulder. When her fingertips brushed his skin, Eros yowled in pain and spun around to face his mother. His eyes glowed with fury and agony.

"I'm asking you to leave," Eros spat through clenched teeth.

"Not until you tell me what happened to your shoulder. Did a mortal do that to you?" Aphrodite's voice seemed flooded more with vengeance than motherly concern.

Eros closed his eyes again and groaned, sinking down into the heaps of cushions on his couch. He shoved the heel of his palms into his eyes to block out the sight of his mother. "What does it matter? It's over."

"Unless you have killed the offender, this is not over." Aphrodite glared at her son, waiting for confirmation that the mortal had been appropriately punished.

Eros pulled his hands away to look squarely at Aphrodite. "I've doled out my retribution. I consider it over."

Aphrodite melted onto the couch beside her son. "You didn't answer my question. Is the man who did this dead or not?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Eros protested, throwing his arm up over his eyes to block out his mother again. "Just leave. Please."

"Is he dead?" Aphrodite articulated precisely.

"No," Eros answered without uncovering his eyes, "she is not dead. But won't let you hurt her." Eros sighed heavily, pain ripping at his chest as the words spilled. "I love her."

"What?" Aphrodite shrieked as she bolted to her feet. "You're in love with a mortal? Is that why you rejected my pick then? Because you already had some other little hussy lined up? I bet she's some prostitute the Senators are always fawning over."

"Stop! I will not let you speak about her like that." Eros's eyes blazed.

Aphrodite's breath caught in her throat as her eyes bulged. Expressions of shock, disbelief, anger, all flashed across her pristine face as she processed that her son really wasn't going to back down on this.

"Well, I suppose you ought to at least tell me who was so bold as to not only steal your heart, but nearly steal your life as well."

"I told you, it doesn't matter," Eros muttered.

"TELL ME!" Aphrodite screamed.

Eros looked up into his mother's eyes. Maybe it would be fun to tell her. Twist the knife a little deeper. It's what she deserved for not leaving him alone. "Actually, I think you might already know her." Eros's blue eyes glinted. For at least one second, he was going to enjoy wounding his mother. "Her name is Psyche."

Eros had barely spoken her name when Aphrodite slapped him. Eros slowly turned back to look at his mother while rubbing his tender cheek. Mother and son locked hateful gazes, each refusing to look away. Without breaking her gaze, Aphrodite snapped, "How dare you do this to me."

"How dare I? How dare I?" He sat up so he could get right in his mother's face. "How dare you send me out to ruin her life in the first place. She didn't do anything wrong. You can't punish her because I pushed her away."

Eros leaned back on the couch, arms crossed across his chest. Silence hung between them for a moment before Eros turned his icy, blue eyes back to his mother.

"It seems I'm in love with someone I can't be with and I have you to thank."

"How can you blame me for falling in love with someone I sent you to destroy? All you had to do was follow simple instructions."

"And I was on my way to do just that, when I felt her. I felt her heart, and her love, and her desperation, and all of the good in her. It was unlike anything I've ever felt before. I just couldn't shoot her. Not until I knew if she really was everything I felt." Eros took a deep, calming breath to steady himself. "And as I lowered my arrow, I nicked myself," he said, waving his hand at the tiny scar on his left knee.

"So out of all the deities -- and other humans even -- you picked her?"

"So what if I did? I'm un-picking her now. I assure you she's far more miserable now than if I'd followed your orders in the first place."

"We'll see about that. In the meantime, there's no reason for you to affer. I'll simply undo the arrow." Aphrodite reached out to touch her son, but Eros slapped her hand away.

"Don't. I'll come to you when I'm ready. I deserve this pain as much as he does right now." That, and something else inside him wasn't ready to let yet.

But before Eros could protest further, Aphrodite laid the palm of her and on his forehead and hummed one long, sweet note. When she pulled her hand away, she looked triumphant. "There now. Feel better?"

The weight in Eros's chest lightened as the painful need to return to Psyche's side eased. It wasn't that he didn't still feel some loyalty to her, ut the burning compulsion to be near her was gone. Perhaps, in time, he could be able to forget. Just as he'd forgotten Lelah.

Yes, once he'd found Psyche, the memory of Lelah all but disappeared. could happen again. Heck, he could use his arrows to make sure it happened again.

Aphrodite patted her son's cheek as he blinked at her in shock. "You should rest. Mother has things to attend to."

"Don't hurt her," Eros muttered, already feeling himself drawn into keep by his mother's command to rest.

"That's just the love hangover talking. You'll feel differently soon though. Don't worry now. I'll take care of everything."

Chapter end