Who: Poseidon and Demeter Where: Demeter's house What: Little brother goes to rage at his mean sister and be a scary little son-of-a-gun When: Wednesday night, 2011 Warnings: TBD
Demeter was throwing in the poker when the fire was already much too hot to fan down. Poseidon had his heart gone, he'd snapped when realizing that Amphitrite wasn't just playing some parlor trick. He would find her. She'd swam to the edges of the earth before and he'd found her, what made her think that a little out of country borders was going to stop him?
The ground had already begun to quake later that day. Nothing big and powerful as in his old Greek days, but it was enough to go noticed under Zeus' own storm. Both brothers were so much one in the same at times, even when they weren't working together. Poseidon had spent time by the harbor, letting the tide rise with his temper before hitting the streets of New York for a familiar face. Her face. The one that so closely resembled his Amphitrite that they could be considered sisters. He'd shake her up a little bit, maybe it would curb this need for violence.
As he had that day in the park, Poseidon could easily sniff her out no matter how weak her powers may be. He knocked on that door with such force that it seemed as if it would fall off the hinges.
Demeter should have known that it would be him at the door, but she hadn't thought he'd known where she lived or that he'd seek her out. Her expression was annoyed when she opened the door and found him there. "Go home," she growled at him, low and threatening.
"Hardly think that's going to make me go anywhere," he said with a snort pushing his way in. The door shut behind her almost as forcefully as when he'd beat on it to come in.
He was invading her privacy, but he hardly cared at the moment. Demeter was gloating at his misfortune, when there had been a time the two would have talked things out among themselves when the other was hurting.
"If you know anything, don't put it past me to force it out of you."
Demeter crossed her arms as he pushed his way in and sighed with frustration. She walked into the room and away from the door with her head held high. Perhaps he scared mortal women but Demeter was no mere mortal. (She was never admit that she was, actually, a little scared of her brothers.)
"Why would I know anything about your wife?" Demeter asked him coldly.
He stalked behind her not once letting his eyes leave her form. His own arms crossed, matching her stance as he stood towering beside her.
"You provoked me, sister," he clicked his tongue in reprimand. "You shouldn't," his voice cold. "You act pleased that she is gone, what's a man to think."
"Perhaps it is because I know that you are scum," Demeter told her brother without pause, refusing to even turn her eyes from him. "Now leave. You are not welcome within my home."
"Ooooh," he hummed. "That gave me shivers," his stance as refusing as her own. Where the two once would have had nice gestures, pleasing words for each other, there was this void. Perhaps he'd never get back to that point, as Demeter would never forgive him, and Poseidon was sickly pleased with that.
"I'm not going anywhere," he seethed.
As twisted as he was he was reaching out in a very informal way. Demeter was the closest thing to Amphitrite, and someone had to feel his wrath.
He moved and Demeter stepped back, not with any flicker of fear. Her expression was cold. "Don't," she warned him, "touch me."
There was a manic smile on his face as if amused by her words, but it quickly turned to one of anger. The earth still quaked mildly under them as he paid no heed to her warning.
Hands went to her shoulders as he loomed behind her, like some big black shadow. "Sister, far too tense," his upper lip twitched in annoyance.
Demeter struck out when he ignored her warning, turning and backhanding him across the face with her not inconsiderable strength. Against a mortal it would have broken something. Against Poseidon that would not be the case.
His teeth clenched at her attack, hand grabbing around her wrist as fast as she threw it to hit him. Hit she did, across the face, the blow hardly breaking anything but skin.
That grip stayed around her wrist, tightening as he pushed her back, his other hand ready for it's own strike. Dare she to attack him.
"Get out of my house!" Demeter bellowed, trying to rip herself free of his grip. "You have no right to lay your hands on me!"
Both hands gripped her arms now, tightly, restraining. He wasn't going to leave just because she threatened him, in fact the threat was only that much more of an invitation.
"I am your brother, and you will do as I say," he shouted. Though he chastised her as his sister, it was almost as if he were throwing down his disappointments with Amphitrite. She'd left him, and that wasn't going to stand.
Demeter hissed and raged but she was unable to escape his grip. She hated this, despised it. No mortal man could overpower her yet Poseidon was doing it with ease. Perhaps if it were summer, if she were at the height of her powers, then she could have fought him off. But like the time he'd come upon her searching for Persephone, Demeter was barely anything about some foolish mortal girl at his whims.
"Let me go! You disgusting worthless man!" There was a falter in her voice now as she did begin to grow afraid.
No one walked off from Poseidon, he wasn't about to let her go. "Don't," that grip enough to bruise and crush bone. His eyes were like stone. It was then that mind and heart merged and he wasn't talking to Demeter, he was airing out his feelings over Amphitrite's foolish run. "Why'd you leave me?" he demanded in a harsh voice. He'd never hit Amphitrite, but his hand swished out and backhanded against Demeter's cheek, where he forced her from his grip and threw her to the floor.
Poseidon stood there, tall and looming, that scowl on his face.
"Leave you?" Demeter demanded from her place on the floor, her cheek stinging. "I never left anything, you stupid old god!"
He pointed a strict finger in her face as he crouched down over her. "Stupid woman, no one escapes me," his voice while harsh, a slightly heavy whisper. Her face was so reminiscent, it was easy for him to get lost when his head was already focused on hating Amphitrite for making him vulnerable.
"Brother, release me," Demeter growled, "or you will feel the wrath of Zeus." Zeus may not have liked her but he would take offense to any attack here. At least Demeter hoped.
Poseidon snorted with amusement. "You think I'm afraid of Zeus." Chuckle. "The almighty Zeus, my little brother?" That smile faded and he glared, "Please." They'd all been at each others throats for centuries, nothing had changed.
"I should hate you," he seethed, one hand still gripping her, the other finger tracing her cheek.
"This isn't hate?" Demeter asked him at a hiss, her hands still balled into fists even as she held him. She was trying to draw back still, leaning away from him. There was a shake in her body she couldn't fight, and the memory of his hands pawing at her a long time ago. "You're disgusting."
"No, this is demanding your respect." Making her pay for whatever wrong Amphitrite had caused him. He wanted her to struggle but she was making this far too easy for him, not even putting up a fight.
He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "Shuuush, no reason to talk like that," he gritted his teeth again letting his hand fly across her cheek again.
Demeter felt the blow and her head snapped to the side. Then she fought against him with all her strength and a scream, managing to get one of her wrists free of him. She wanted to push him off but he still held her tight she so punched him, hoping to at least break his nose.
His head turned at the hit, but he hardly felt the blow until that warm coppery taste hit his lips where his nose now bled. While his other hand clasped her tightly, the other wiped away the red stain.
He seethed, daring her with that look in her eyes to hit him again. Where she put on her own front, Poseidon did the same. He was much weaker from his own tirades, but he wasn't about to let her in on it, that dark and black armor was thick. Too thick for her to penetrate. (Reply to this)(Parent) (Thread)
"You are not allowed," Demeter yelled, "to touch me!" She couldn't get herself free still so she backhanded him and then tried to shove him away, this closeness making her feel physically ill and terrified.
Poseidon fell back at the shove still clinging to her wrist when she attempted to spring forward. He yanked her back, causing her to fall back on him where he gave her a deathly glare "Really?" He could sense the fear in her eyes, smell it on her.
That amused smirk hit his lips, giving her a pleased smile that drastically turned dark, even when his hand rested against her outer thigh. Angry as he was, Poseidon wasn't in the mood for her, he just wanted her to squirm.
The touch on her thigh and Demeter stiffened and froze, her meeting his for just a moment with fear in them. All she could tell herself was that she wouldn't allow this to happen again, wouldn't allow his hands on her body, but she couldn't do anything. Fighting him wasn't working so it was time to try something else.
Demeter swallowed the lump in her throat, her breathing rapid, and then spoke quietly. "Brother," her voice was quiet and though she couldn't bring herself to fall at his knees and beg, the desperate suggestion of it was there in her voice. "Please don't do this."
That hand rose a little higher, pleased with himself, but she didn't reject him. She didn't repeal him in the manner she had before, and once again he saw Amphitrite and he angrily got up pulling her with him. "Why not?" he twitched his upper lip. At that he released his grip from her wrist forcefully.
"Don't make yourself feel so important, I don't want you." He was distraught like this, and when she didn't struggle anymore he lost the thrill of making her pay for Amphitrite's mistakes.
It was the only compassionate thing he would ever do for Demeter again, if it could be called that at all.
"Just leave," Demeter said to him, still terrified, her voice low. "It's not my fault she left you. It's yours." There was no compassion there for him.
"She's a foolish woman to take my warnings so lightly." He pointed a finger at her. "I give her whatever she wants," not everything,"she is ungrateful."
Demeter stumbled backwards from him at that finger, each movement of his too much, too big for the room with the two of them there. "I don't care!" she shrieked. "I don't give a damn about you and your stupid wife and I don't want you near me!"
He stepped into her personal boundaries again, "Say that again and I'll be far less pleasant this time around." He grabbed her chin forcefully, fingers digging against the bone, kissing her roughly on the lips. "Sister."
When he let go he stormed out of the room, feeling some relief for his state, but not enough.
Demeter stood frozen until Poseidon was completely gone. Only then did she let her legs give out beneath her so she could slid to the floor and cry.