|Kymopoleia (waveranging) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2011-07-14 20:13:00
WHO: Kymopoleia & Amphitrite
WHEN: Sometime Tuesday
WHERE: Amphitrite's apartment
WHAT: Mother and daughter... bonding?
Kymopoleia was cracking. She couldn't explain it but she'd never felt this way before, so disconnected and confused. She didn't miss her father - how could she miss a man who barely noticed her? - but it was becoming clear that her very existence hinged on him. She felt insubstantial, invisible, and indeed she moved through the crowds of people as though no one saw her at all. Maybe they didn't and Kymopoleia was nothing now but a restless spirit.
If that was so, then as a spirit she made her way to her mother's home and pressed herself against the door after banging on it. Her stupid failing body, her stupid treacherous mind. She had been feared once, even if she'd been hardly known as more than a child of Poseidon, and now she felt like something melted.
Kymopoleia couldn't remember if she'd ever cried before, but she kept crying now. The salty tears were nothing like her beloved sea. As a child had she wept, had she called out for her mother? Kymopoleia only ever remembered chasing after her father even when young, wanting to be as strong, as dark, as powerful, as cold. But now she waited on the doorstep of Amphitrite, crying out for her like a mewling babe.
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2011-07-14 02:37 pm UTC (link) Track This
Indeed most who held tries to Poseidon most likely felt that disconnection. Amphitrite herself was so strongly tied to him that she literally felt a piece of her soul was missing. Having witnessed his death was bad enough. Now, weeks later, she felt as though her world was crumbling. She didn't know if she missed him simply for his presence or because without him she might fall into nothingness.
She was a good mother, especially where Poseidon refused to show their children any attention. They were her little jewels and though she played favorites it broke her heart to see any of them hurting. Kympoloeia was her child no matter how much of Poseidon's daughter she may be. Amphitrite had loved and doted on her whens he was only an infant but it was when she noticed how much like Poseidon she was becoming and how much she seemed to long to be close to him that made her feel distant from her own flesh and blood.
But now her child was hurting and Amphitrite would not shut her out. She understood, better than anyone, how it must be effecting her. At the pounding she rushed to the door and even before she opened it she could hear the crying. "Kymopoleia," she said in a whisper as she welcomed her daughter into her arms before the other could protest or do the same. She held her child tightly, only a way in which a mother could show.
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2011-07-15 02:13 pm UTC (link) Track This
This wasn't her. Kymopoleia was cruel and proud and arrogant. Even when things went terribly wrong because she'd over-estimated herself - a frequent occurrence - she wasn't the type to run for help. Yet here she was tumbling into her mother's arms in tears, holding tight as she pressed her face against the warmth of the woman who had given her life.
"Mummy," she whimpered as she held herself close. "All broken."
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2011-07-15 02:43 pm UTC (link) Track This
Amphitrite suddenly felt very selfish for mourning Poseidon when she herself knew he would return, and here was her own child breaking in front of her. It was a sharp pain that wouldn't soon go away. A mother, a loving mother, could never forgive herself for allowing her child to hurt. This made Amphitrite fall apart even more than she already was.
"Come in, you're staying with me until he's back," she said gently, but with a tone of demand. While the Sea King was gone it was up to the Queen to keep things together.