|Chloe Rose Montgomery // Demeter (_demeter) wrote in greek_swim,|
@ 2008-12-18 09:18:00
|Entry tags:||demeter, hades|
Demeter/Chloe & Hades/Tanym: The Set Up
Who: Demeter/Chloe and Hades/Tanym
What: Get set up by Kore/Persephone/Anne
Where: At a restaurant in Kolonaki
When: Thursday, December 11
Rating: PG ('cept for one F-bomb)
She had to admit it: carrying Phoebus' gun in her hand bag did make her feel safer. Demeter hadn't caught a glimpse of her sister since their initial meeting, but having the weapon at hand in case something should happen lifted the heavy weight of fear off her shoulders. True, sitting in one of the finer restaurants in Athens, waiting for her 'daughter,' the blonde woman wasn't expecting trouble to come waltzing through the door, but one could never know for certain.
Checking her blackberry once more as she waited at the table reserved under Anne's name, Demeter picked at the basket of bread and sipped on her water; bypassing the wine. She'd had plenty the night before and wanted to keep her head clear.
Anne had told Tanym he might arrive before her and to feel free and get situated at the table instead of waiting for her at the front. Of course he had no idea it would be more than just the two of them for lunch, which clearly was the case as the waiter lead him to a table already occupied by someone who was not his beloved.
He pulled off his dark jacket, draping it over his arm as, a hand smoothing the fabric of his dark buttoned shirt and tie. The woman seemed familiar and it took a moment to place her face- they had a small run in at a street market. "Thank you." He told the waiter in Greek before turning back to the woman. "Hello." He said to her with a polite nod, his English thick with his Greek accent.
Any and all warm and fuzzy feelings that came from sending another text to Phoebus disappeared the moment her eyes connected with those of the man standing before her. It was as if a cold wind had suddenly blown in and it was all Demeter could do to keep from outright shivering. "Hello," the tiny blonde returned, her voice full of hesitation and confusion; she knew him but wasn't sure how. "Can I help you?"
He smiled softly. "I thought it would just be two dining this afternoon, but it looks as if Anne had other ideas." Tanym informed her softly as Hades tried to figure out who Persephone might have invited. Of course only a couple names came to mind. He'd already met Hecate and this clearly wasn't Dionysus (else Rhea had an amusing sense of humor), which left only one real choice. "Would you mind if I…?" He asked gesturing to one of the seats.
She'd opened her mouth to reply that actually, yes, she did mind but the use of Anne's name made her freeze. No... this couldn't... Kore wouldn't have... He wasn't... "Oh, fuck," Demeter cursed, dropping her head to her hands and for a moment considered reaching for the concealed weapon but managed to ignore that instinct. "I wasn't told that you would be joining us," the blonde all but hissed at him, her voice going frigid. First Hera, now Hades. With her luck, Poseidon would probably show up in her cab, next!
"If you'd rather I could leave. I'm sure I could come up with some logical reason for not showing." Not that he would have lied to Persephone, but with the reception he was getting before speaking less than a handful of sentences made him very tempted to depart. He was completely content with not meeting anyone else, he'd found his wife and that's all he needed.
Hazel eyes simmered and burned as she continued to look up at him, haughty and angry in her own way. "Oh, no. Feel free to stay and explain to my daughter how completely inappropriate it was of her to arrange such a meeting while I'm still reeling from discovering our sister in my hotel," Demeter bit then moved to collect her purse while starting to slide from her chair, intending to leave. She couldn't take this today, just couldn't. Not without copious amounts of alcohol at least.
"Our sister?" He asked, dark eyes squinting slightly at the question. Even more now he wished it was just him and Persephone and that he'd yet to meet or even know about others. "So Anne was right... both sides came back." He said softly, more to himself than to her. After a brief moment of thought he spoke again. "You do not have to depart, if you go she will..." The proper English words escaped him for the moment and as he muttered the Greek equivalent he reluctantly finished with, "won't like it."
"Kore," she said, stressing the younger woman's proper name as she stood, "was correct, yes. Both sides are here, it seems. Hera is staying down the hall from me and as far as I can tell, she's still unaware of what's going on. I'd like to keep it that way until I'm able to arrange a different hotel once again." She might as well get an apartment for privacy's sake but that would mean sacrificing security... not that security could protect her very effectively should Hera come to realize who and what she was.
As for her daughter, however... "She can be unhappy with me, she's been so before. This is just lunch. Unless there is something the two of you are going to tell me?" Demeter asked, her face going dark with the possibilities.
He refrained from commenting on her name, having only used Persephone's mortal name because of their public local. Finally taking a seat he shook his head. "Nothing that I know of, unless she had something she wished to share. Perhaps she was just trying to get us together so we would talk. It has been a while after all- even before everything happened." He said lacing his hands in his lap.
"I had no sway in the lot you drew, nor no say in what you stole," Demeter said in an icy voice. She felt as if winter had settled in her belly, making her tremble slightly. "The lack of conversation is hardly my fault."
"I never said it was." He replied, his voice maintaining the calm it once had even beneath the thick accent, despite the urge to snap back at her accusation. "I am as much at fault as you, which is most probably why neither of us knew of this set up." He could feel his stubborn pride surfacing again and knew he couldn't let it take over. He'd meant to change things this time around, but she was making it so difficult.
Her fault? She was at fault?? She'd done nothing! Nothing to warrant all the pain and betrayal that had come because he and their brother had plotted together to rob her of the one thing she called her own! Her jaw clenched and Demeter had to consciously will her fists to unclench some or run the risk of actually causing her palms to bleed. Despite her short stature, the goddess stood with chin held high and spine straight to exude an air of superiority and anger. "You are most certainly more at fault than I, Brother," she growled, low and dangerous.
They hadn't started gathering stares yet, but if... well... -she- weren't careful they might just. "That would be a matter of opinion." He replied simply.
She wasn't one for making scenes; not generally, though if she'd had her powers, Demeter wouldn't have been above creating a sudden famine somewhere as she inwardly raged and screamed. What came out of her mouth though was dangerously contained; like a can whose contents were under pressure and could explode at any minute.
"I care little for your opinion. Less now than before," the blonde bit. "Would you kindly tell my daughter that should she wish to speak with me, she can reach me on my blackberry until Sunday. That is when my plane leaves." Lips drawn, Demeter set her bag on her shoulder then turned and stormed out of the restaurant with golden curls billowing behind her.