Wayward Arrows
A/N: It was written for fun a long time ago for a contest I was going to add it to and didn't... and I never posted it here either until now. It's unedited... sorry.
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"What do you mean you went out for target practice? You cannot just go out for target practice!" Zeus roared.
"Psyche wanted-"
"Enough!" Zeus yelled making everything shake and everyone became quiet, watchful.
"That was irresponsible," Aphrodite scolded as she stepped forward; concern laced her peaches and cream skin. Bright red curls framed her watchful eyes.
"Where are the arrows, Eros?" Hera asked kindly.
"They fell through the clouds…"
Zeus rolled his head, eyes glaring and thunder started to roll over head as everyone braced themselves for another outburst. "Where?" He bit out.
"They landed into a music festival." He shrugged.
"A what?"
"Like a faire where all kinds of musicians come together and play all day... very soulful." Psyche spoke up, but quickly retreated when Zeus's nostrils started flaring like a bull.
"Oh, like Woodstock, 1969… remember being Carlisle and Esme?" Hera smiled and winked as it finally dawned on Zeus.
He laughed heartily, looking his wife over with new appreciation. He had enjoyed his time with her and it was a memory he recalled often. "Perhaps we may have to revisit that."
Hera smirked, eyes glittering with anticipation.
"Do we know where the arrows landed?" Aphrodite carefully brought the attention back at the situation at hand. It worked because Zeus' eyes turned dark and lightning flashed overhead.
Eros looked uncomfortable, running his hand through his fair hair. "They seemed to have hit certain marks. The effects of the arrows have already begun." He shrugged, hoping he was right. "I do need to go retrieve them. The longer they sit in the target, the more… amorous… things could be."
There was an array of gasps as all eyes went to Eros and then to Zeus.
"It's your call," Hera said quietly, knowing that the god had made a strict rule about descending into the Earthly plane. She placed her hand on Zeus', smiled and then sang quietly, "Flowers in my hair…"
He knew of his wife's affections and that she wanted to go. He turned to the group. "Put together a group and make sure all of those who were hit did actually meet their matches."
Zeus got up and left the room, Hera followed quickly behind him.
"But what if they don't?" Apollo laughed, looking around.
But no one else was laughing.
Aphrodite looked at him in horror, knowing full well that misplaced love would do so much damage. "I should go, too. Just to make sure." She said quietly. No one knew that she had a whole other agenda.