Walking into their bedroom, Eros was stunned by what he saw. His brat, Cupid, was taking out the clothes that hung in the closet and was throwing them on the bed. That in itself wasn't what had stunned Eros, Cupid often changed outfits many times before he felt he could go out, but the open suitcase did.
"Going somewhere, love?" Eros asked.
"Yes!" Cupid whipped around at the sound of his top's voice. "I'm leaving! I'm going home!"
Eros was shocked again. This was Cupid's home now. Eros remembered when he had met and fallen in love with the young Roman god. Before he had made the decision to bring Cupid home with him to Mt. Olympus, he had conferred with his parents and other tops. As everyone knows, tops do not make rash decisions. They planned; they used graphic organizers, charts, and looked at all sides of a situation before they took action. Eros had talked out the potential problems of bringing a young brat to a new culture as well as learning how to live with a top.
As Cupid grabbed an armful of clothes and stomped toward the bed, Eros took the opportunity to gather his brat in his arms. When Cupid struggled a little, Eros brought his palm down with a quick snap on Cupid's perk little bottom.
The burst of tears was out of proportion to the swat Eros had delivered, leading him to believe that it was an emotional release rather than the pain of the swat. Eros wrapped his arms more securely around his brat as Cupid tried to bury himself in Eros's chest.
Looking at the bed full of clothes, Eros decided to sit on the over sized rocking chair that sat in their room. Pulling Cupid onto his lap as he sat, Eros whispered soft, soothing words as he rocked. The soft voice and the motion of the chair soon lulled his love to sleep.
Without disturbing his sleeping brat, Eros reached into the drawer of his dresser. Pulling out his Top Handbook, he turned to the index. Quickly finding the words distressed brat, Eros turned to the pertinent page.
What to do with a distressed brat: calming the distressed brat down should be the obvious answer to this question. However, a brat in a complete meltdown often does not hear the words you might say. Actions previous tops have employed with success are as follows:
Wrap both arms around brat-this gives assurance that you are completely focused on him. Yes, I tried that, Eros thought to himself. It didn't work.
Use your tone. Using a low tone with a flat emotionless voice has been known to hit the brat cortex in the brain. Maybe I need a refresher course on tone and voice. I'll look into that, Eros promised himself.
Bring your hand down in quick contact with distressed brat's backside. This action will likely get the brat's attention so that you may talk with him. That's the one that worked.
With a sigh of relief, Eros closed the book and put it away. It wouldn't do to have Cupid read the Top Handbook. Eros was thankful for the book, he thought of himself as a lover, not a fighter. His sweet brat didn't often need a firm hand, but when he did, Eros was thankful for the Handbook as a guide.
Continuing to rock Cupid, Eros took this time to just enjoy the feeling of his brat wrapped securely in his arms.
Long before his legs became numb, Eros saw Cupid look up at him. The wet, spiky eyelashes and the look of remorse in his eyes were like an arrow to his heart. Eros fell in love all over again with the adorable brat.
"Are you ready to talk, love?" Eros asked softly.
"The other brats are mean to me," Cupid said with a quiver in his voice.
Eros was silent for a moment. None of the brats he knew were mean. They might act without thought once in awhile but he'd never seen any outright maliciousness to their actions. "How are they mean to you?" he asked.
"They all go to the brat ca…" Cupid quickly cut himself off. Eros gave him an encouraging smile. "Umm, well they all meet together, and talk, and do fun things, but never invite me."
"Maybe they don't know that they are being mean? Or that you feel hurt."
"How could they not know?" Cupid asked, clearly baffled.
"Well, sometimes people get caught up with a group and they are afraid to let anyone else in. Or they want to be liked so much they would do things that they know is hurtful but try and justify it. They might be afraid of change, or people who are different than they are," Eros explained, gently rubbing Cupid's back.
"How can I make them like me?"
"Well, you can't make someone like you. All you can do is just be yourself. They will see how wonderful you are. I promise you, with time it'll get better." Eros captured Cupid's mouth in a passionate kiss. "They'll soon see the fun loving god that I see every time I look at you."
"You think so?" Cupid asked.
"I know so. Just give them time. It's early yet, why don't we pack a picnic lunch and go to the garden of the Hesperides."
Before Cupid could answer, the sound of "Cupid, draw back your bow, and let your arrow go, straight to my lover's heart for me" was heard coming from Cupid's phone. (Oh come on, what did you think Cupid's ringtone would be?)
"Hello? Yes, this is Cupid. Umm…yes, I've been horseback riding before….yes, I'd like to go! Ok, I'll meet you in about ten minutes!" Eros saw the look of excitement in Cupid's eyes as he hung up the phone. "That was Morpheus. They are going horseback riding, and they invited me along! Oh, we were going to go have a picnic!" Cupid said.
"We can still have one. Why don't you go horseback riding, and this evening we'll have a picnic in our bed. I can massage away any soreness you might have after being on a horse all afternoon," Eros told his love with a sensual smile.
After the bang of the door as Cupid left, Eros went about setting the room back in order; he hung the clothes back in the closet, and opened the little chest that sat on the floor. After placing the massage oil on the nightstand, Eros planned out a delicious picnic of finger foods that he could lovingly feed his brat when he returned. Yes, Eros thought, it gets better.