Who: Melanie and Triton When: Tuesday night [Backdated] Where: Melanie's apartment Warning/rating: TBA
Melanine really hadn't seen much of her boyfriend since Poseidon went missing. If it would affect Triton that much she hoped he didn't skip off again like that. Things had been terribly quiet without him around, now with the Greeks in a tizzy she wasn't so sure if the silence was a good thing. It almost startled her.
Excitedly she bounced off the couch when that familiar knock came to the door and she pulled Triton in before he could even say hello. She shoved him into a hug and didn't let go.
The hug was nice, if not a little unexpected. He knew he'd been quiet, but he was making sure she wouldn't get hurt, and avoiding his father. Poseidon had yet to call on him, and he didn't much mind that. It meant he could do things on his own.
Smiling he set his arms around her, "hey there."
She pulled back slightly, she wasn't going to cry, that was just too much. She didn't want to feel like she was the one that was clinging to him now, but she'd missed him.
"Hey," she said with a cute smile and a soft voice. She poked him lightly. "Where have you been, cutie?" she kissed him softly.
Smiling he returned the kiss, "busy. I'm sorry. Everything is just on it's head." He set his hands on her shoulders, "I am sorry Mel. There's parts of my world I can't let you in on. It's too dangerous. Too many would hurt you."
She placed her hands on his wrists looking up at him with big eyes. "I know," part of her was curious though. She wanted to be in his life not just a part of it, that had been her mistake the last time. She worried for him though, he'd been in a weird funk and wanted him to let her in just a little. She may not be like him, but she wanted to help in her own way.
"Isn't your father back now? Is that why you've been away?"
"It's part of it yeah. The pantheon's just on it's head. Things are being set in motion and my father's gunning for the throne of Olympus. No one wants to see him on it, least of all me." Smiling he took her hands, kissing her fingers. "Let's not talk about that."
She wanted to ask him more questions, find out what he wasn't saying. She pouted very slightly, more playful than upset. After detangling her fingers from his she ran her hands against the hair by his ear. "What about you, how are you feeling?" she said as softly and invasive as she could. She was worried as to what all this did to him, and would he always escape for a bit to deal with it. After everything he'd done for her, she wanted to be there for him.
Smiling he sat down and pulled her into his lap. "Tired, worried." He shrugged, "I'm kind of used to it. It's always stressful living with my father. Knowing he wants the throne just makes it worse." Smiling he kissed her shoulder. "I just worry he'll call on me to fight his battles. I kind of have to obey him."
She ran her hands against his face, down his neck and against his brow, checking every part of his face. She was stressed just to see him so tired, so worn out.
Her finger raked through his hair, kissing him against the temple. "You think he would now?" She brushed them over his brow, her fingers soft.
He shrugged, leaning into the touches through his hair and along his features. "Who knows? He might, he might now. He made me fight for him before. It's what I do. I'm his herald and his general. Wish that meant more then it does."
"Can you calm him?" she asked still delicately caressing his face, neck and temples. "You manage to always keep me calm." She'd missed him, the kind of security he gave, his softness. It had reminded her that she could stand on her own in his absence, but it didn't change how much she adored him and needed him around in her life. She felt a little off balance when he wasn't there now. He was a part of her now, no matter who he really was. She was still her 'Lane'.