Who: Poseidon [Narrative] What: Leaving Amphitrite alone to seek 'help', the thinking cap is on. When: Wednesday the January 19, 2011 Where: His office Warnings: None
Poseidon wasn't entirely comfortable with Amphitrite seeking help from this doctor he knew nothing about. He helped immortals, but beyond that Poseidon was in the dark. She needed to talk to someone because she surely wasn't flapping her mouth at him. He'd riled her, he'd pissed her off and he'd kept his distance, all of which had done nothing in getting her to open up. He wouldn't force her though by Zeus he wanted to, but seeing her so fragile left him in an awkward position.
He hated her for that.
He hated that she could hold him so tight around her little finger and make him dance like some puppet. If this doctor was as good as they said he was, she would leave him for sure. She would leave him. She would reject him. Poseidon couldn't have that.
When she left she killed anything he held good inside. He was cold, he was a monster without any sign of repentance. Amphitrite held that only light he possessed.
The day he'd first seen her, she was so innocent. Beautiful and untouched in a way that caused him to stop cold. He couldn't touch her. He couldn't lay one finger on her that was harsh and in lust. He didn't want to. Maybe he'd forced her into loving him or even giving the slightest bit of hope that she could. He knew then he had to have her. Demeter had rejected him, every other woman he'd advanced had rejected him. He couldn't have this one reject him to.
When she left him he would become completely cold. After having her for so long, to lose her now would be the end of that light. Nothing of that emptiness would be subsided and that monster would be there to stay without a care.