Who: Mara/Poseidon What: AAGGHH! HIDE ME! and give me a gun Where: Poseidon's office When: Friday afternoon, January 14, 2011 Warnings: TBD
She isn't sure how she'd managed it but somehow she'd kept herself from being caught by either of the Hellbound. She had zilch for energy stores yet and knew she wouldn't be able to protect herself. She'd spent the night going from one hole in the wall to the next, constantly moving. At one point she ran across a church and just about fell over from relief. Breaking in was easy. Finding a hiding spot centralized within the church easier yet. She managed to get a little sleep, but by the time the sun came up she was exhausted. Aleast she wasn't having nicotine fits anymore.
Being Winter it wasn't too long after dawn before the city came back to life. She did what she could to blend in with the morning crowds, stopping into a corner store to spend the last of Raphael's cash on a coffee and a tacky plastic crystal that was supposed to be an air freshner for a car that you hung from the rear view mirror. It smelled like lilacs. Rotting lilacs. Whatever. It would still work. She just hoped dipping it in water would kill the stink some instead of increasing it.
Whatever small amount of power she got back got used up making the pendulum to find Poseidon and it took her all freakin' morning to do it! She didn't get to his building until well after lunch. Tracking down the right floor was another hassle since pendulums aren't going to do more than tug you in the right direction. When that direction is over your head it becomes a pain in the ass.
This meant she was twitchy by the time she found his office, cranky and scared. The receptionist was flat out ignored as she stomped through the lobby, following the tug to Poseidon's actual office. It's like a text adventure, except with midgets. Ads by Project Wonderful! Your ad here, right now: $2.30
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-14 06:19 pm UTC (link) DeleteTrack This Since returning to New York, Poseidon had immediately taken to going back to his office while Amphitrite had time to rest. His cell was on if she needed to talk, he wasn't about to have his secretaries listening in on the regular phone line. They had already been hanging around the door like vultures since he'd let Hestia out in his stead.
Shuffling through a pile of folders and small-typed papers Poseidon's lip twitched as he saw the feet in front of the open door. His eyes slowly moved up.
"Well, don't you look like shit," leaning against his desk with his arms crossed. His voice was slightly amused, ignoring the fact that for a second she made him do a double take. He hadn't felt her presence hardly at all, as insignificant as it was. He didn't like being barged in on.
"Leave me in the middle of a conversation then just show up unannounced, how undignified."
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-14 06:23 pm UTC (link) Track This The insult made her frown as she shut the office door behind her a bit loudly. The makeshift pendulum was stuffed away into the second hand army coat while he continued, but what he finished with snapped the last of her temper.
Her lip curled up into a sneer as she crossed the room and took a cheap shot at the water god, faking a blatant punch to his face but ready to give the real shot of her knee to his groin. "You ungrateful little fuck!"
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-14 06:36 pm UTC (link) DeleteTrack This He'd laughed when she'd started towards his face, that insensitive smirk growing against his lips. He should have expected that as most women wanted to bring him down on his knees. She however, should have never expected him to greet with compassion, that was still a rather new concept. It wasn't that he wasn't appreciative, he was just good at pressing buttons.
The blow did bring him to his knees, enough to knock the wind out of him, hands quick to cover the throbbing affliction. "Bitch," he managed to huff between groans and writhing.
His secretary came barging in only to be barked at with a loud 'get out', Poseidon pushing himself up using the desk as leverage.
"Happy to see me?" he said in still huffed breaths.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-14 06:41 pm UTC (link) Track This That felt good. It shouldn't, but damn it had felt good!
If she had been really pissed off she'd have followed through with a roundhouse kick across his smug face, but he hadn't gotten to her that badly. He'd just mashed on one big red shiny button instead of pushing it.
She huffed and rounded his desk to help herself into his chair as he earned himself a bland glare. "Actually, yeah."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-14 06:48 pm UTC (link) DeleteTrack This Back on his feet, there were still a few loose grunts of pain, a tightness in his jaw once his eyes crossed on her again.
"Really? Could have fooled me," he said placing both hands on the desk before sitting on it's ledge. "Next time, hit a little higher." God or not, no man liked to be hit, kicked or punched below the belt.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-14 06:53 pm UTC (link) Track This "Cry me a river, water god." She went so far as to prop her boots onto his pristine and probably expensive desk then pulled out a cigarette and a lighter.
"I'm calling in the debt." She eyed him as she lit her cigarette knowing he was probably going to deny any debt between them. There hadn't been actually, but she was making one up now. She needed help and not admitting it even if only to herself would be stupid.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-14 07:08 pm UTC (link) DeleteTrack This "You forget little girl, you came willingly. I don't owe you a damn thing." He said deeply standing up straight and shoving her feet off his desk. "Don't dirty my desk," he said with a feigned smile, pulling that chair closer to him as he leaned, hands braced on either arm.
"Whatever you did after that was your own doing." She wanted something he could tell. He wasn't so sure he was in the giving mood.
"Ask nicely," he threatened. She may be able to kick and hit, but she wasn't nearly as powerful as before. He could crush her under his thumb if he wanted, he'd had time to recharge.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-14 07:15 pm UTC (link) Track This Her feet landed on the floor with a thunk and she frowned again when he trapped her, but he really wasn't near as scary as Satan and Lucifer, or the thought of what Michael could do to her for getting Gabriel killed.
Still, he was pretty close and still..well..pretty. She hadn't noticed before that he had blue eyes and she smirked right up into them. "Bzzt. Wrong. Might be that you do owe me something. I tossed over a saint and Gabriel so I wouldn't give up knowledge of your wife to the Deadly Demonic Duo."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-14 08:05 pm UTC (link) DeleteTrack This His teeth gritted together slightly. She was staring. If she hadn't just kneed him in the groin he might of thought it a turn on. "And what purpose would it have been for you and your little angel and demon friends to know about Amphitrite? Or me?" his grip was on her arm now, but after a moment to collect his temper he let it go in respect that she hadn't told.
His eyes dropped to the side before flashing a deeper blue, giving her a latent smile however forced. "What do I owe you then?" was that incredibly deep baritone. Even Zeus had been able to make him pay before. Poseidon would give her what she asked as long as it was reasonable. She had earned something from him for the help, though what good it had done him now.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-14 08:17 pm UTC (link) Track This Her breath hitched in and she physically and openly flinched when he grabbed her arm. She'd gone exceedingly tense while he got himself back under control but she had that look of someone who had recently been tortured. It wasn't the same as Poseidon saw in Amphitrite's face. This was just pain.
"They have a sudden liking for tormenting and torturing pagans these days." Her voice was clipped, tight. "Or hadn't you heard about Clio?"
She let out a long breath when he let go. She wasn't as in control of her reactions as she tried to pull off. Her hand shook a little as she pushed it through her hair and took a long drag from her cigarette.
"I want a gun. An untraceable gun that takes common ammo."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-14 08:35 pm UTC (link) DeleteTrack This "I hadn't," and considering news flashed around the family wildly he was surprised he hadn't. Then again, Poseidon wasn't exactly the golden boy of the Pantheon, and his mind had been set on what was his for the last three weeks or so.
His jaw clenched tightly, his face just mere centimeters from her own. "They so much as come near me, I'll rip them apart," he spoke violently. The smoke hit him in the face. He rolled his eyes snapping it from her lips and putting it out on a vanilla folder. "Not in here."
Relieving the chair from his grip, Poseidon walked to the window looking down on the snow covered city below like a vulture ready to dive.
"Thank you," he said finally, arms crossed back against his chest, but the appreciation more for keeping Amphitrite the secret.
"You want to wander the streets with just a gun in your back pocket and a few boxes of ammo? What else?" he demanded.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-14 08:43 pm UTC (link) Track This "It was a while back." She frowned for the cigarette being taken away but she'd managed to get enough from it to stop her shaking. "Something about her helping Saint Patrick out. They took offense. Big surprise."
While his back was turned she raked both hands through her hair then over her face. She really hated the stage when she wore the white hat. It was always nerve wracking.
She glanced back to him for the thanks then got the smallest smirk on her face. "I get bought I stay bought." Her version of saying that for some reason she was his friend. She doesn't hand out loyalty easily and gives it up even less easy.
"I didn't say ammo. Just that it would take common ammo so I can get it anywhere. I want a clean weapon though, no VIN. No paperwork. No trace. The rest I can do myself." She's not demanding which was one of the reasons the snake liked having her on the payroll.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-14 08:54 pm UTC (link) DeleteTrack This "Hmm," he grumbled moving away from the window fishing out a bottle of scotch from one of his cabinets. His office, his rules. He slapped a glass down on the desk top, filling her a glass.
"You said you wanted a drink," one raised brow, his own token of 'friendship' if there was such a thing. Poseidon didn't make friends he made enemies even within his own family.
"Give me a day, I'll call in a few favors." If she'd learned anything about him, when he set out to do something he did it. There was no pissing around.
[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-14 09:00 pm UTC (link) Track This "Dear god in heaven, yes!" That smallish smirk became a bigger if lopsided one as she reached for the glass, intent on shooting back at least half of it. Not being able to smoke the scotch will do the rest of the work of calming her nerves.
That accomplished she leaned back in her chair and gave him a nod, acknowledging what he promised. She had no doubt in her mind he'd find what she wanted.
"Now seriously. How's the missus?" She watched him closely for his reaction which would be more telling than what he'll say. She'd bet her ass on that.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-14 09:23 pm UTC (link) DeleteTrack This There was a pause as he sat the bottle down on the desk beside her, not half as harshly as he had her glass. His eyes stayed focused on that bottle until he moved one brow upward again, this time pensively.
"She is well, physically," he started slowly, putting the cap down on the bottle with a glass to glass clank, his wedding ring now visible in a way it hadn't been in years. "Mentally, no," a sharp breath inward before blue eyes narrowed on hers. It rattled him to know that nothing he could do was fixing the issue, Amphitrite had him on her strings now. "She's too fragile still."
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-14 09:27 pm UTC (link) Track This That was a weird switch and honestly, not what Mara had expected to see. He's showing her trust which is a HUGE thing for him. She hasn't known him very long but long enough to have figured that one out. She doesn't betray it, giving him an understanding and sympathetic smile.
"She will be for a while. I'm sorry."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-14 09:34 pm UTC (link) DeleteTrack This It was a side that Poseidon rarely showed if ever. Amphitrite had been the only woman really to see and hold that side of him close. For Mara's help she had been subjected at seeing him beaten down, it left him vulnerable. She had earned his trust in that and at keeping his wife safe when he'd demanded it. She could count herself among the lucky few that he didn't want to strangle or beat.
Taking the glass from her he switched gears again pouring a new glass and downing it himself while he seated on the ledge of the desk again.
"She needs to get over it." She needed to remember who she was. "She's a queen, not some mortal piece of meat."
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-14 09:40 pm UTC (link) Track This "She can't just get over it, man." Mara will never bullshit or beat around the bush. She doesn't see the point in it. That might be one reason why they get on like they do.
She got up from the chair to sit on the desk next to where he was, taking the glass back to pour more liquor in it.
"She's got heart and pride. Those got taken away from her by being raped." She's being very specific with her wording. "Speaking as someone who knows, it's hard to get that back."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-14 09:53 pm UTC (link) DeleteTrack This "Not spoken from someone who's done it," he said turning his head to look past his shoulder, brows narrowed, voice detached and heavy. His hand raised to rest just over his upper lip before it fell back into his lap.
There was regret there from Poseidon. Not quite possibly on all the women he'd harmed, but that his woman was harmed in a fashion she knew him all too capable of doing.
Right now, the drive to even run around came up short each time he'd thought of walking off.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-14 09:56 pm UTC (link) Track This "No." She looked down at the glass of scotch for a moment then shrugged a shoulder. The glass was lifted, offering it to him as she looked back up at him.
"But now you know. What you do with that knowledge can either make you a better or worse man."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-14 10:17 pm UTC (link) DeleteTrack This He was sure at some point in time Amphitrite believed him when he'd given her his hand, vows and promised to love her. He did love her. But after a while that need to fill whatever this empty hole was inside of him surfaced with or without her there. It was something that had formed the day he and his brothers had divided their kingdoms. Like the depths of the ocean, black and hidden, that was what lay inside of Poseidon. It had grown overtime into this monster.
"I don't think there's a way to go back," he said taking the glass, "to be better. I'm not really in the mood for it." He was beyond redemption. If there was a thing so pure, Amphitrite had been that light for him.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-14 10:38 pm UTC (link) Track This Her brows lifted almost as if she couldn't believe she was hearing that then she chuckled and shook her head. "Yeah right. Sorry. I cry bullshit."
She poked him in the arm with a finger as if to emphasize the point.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-14 10:51 pm UTC (link) DeleteTrack This He smirked lightly. "I think you do, if you're throwing your gibberish on me for some kind of revelation." He paused before putting the glass to his lips as if the thought may have passed by.
"I need a good fuck is what I need."
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-14 10:54 pm UTC (link) Track This Nice of him to have kind of made her point, but just in case he missed it she smirked at him, leaning back a bit with her hands propping her up behind her.
"I'm right here, water god." There was a challenging spark to her eyes and that look on her face said she didn't believe for one minute he'd follow through.
[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-14 10:57 pm UTC (link) DeleteTrack This The alcohol slid down his throat, intrigued eyes looking over at her invitation.
"Well that was a little too easy. I should have said something sooner." He sat the glass down behind him, eyes moving away from her face to focus down lower.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-14 11:00 pm UTC (link) Track This What she was wearing most definitely wasn't that red corsetty dress she had on when he first met her, not by any stretch of the imagination, but she knew how to move and pose herself after so long.
She parted her lips just right, arched her back a little more and watched his face. "It's just sex. It's supposed to be easy."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-14 11:10 pm UTC (link) DeleteTrack This He heard the people outside the office start to shuffle around to leave for the day. Perfect. He kicked back that smug look.
Sure enough his eyes took notice of that move to her body, seductive and wanting. He got up from his perch to go towards the door, locking it behind him as he leaned against it, that look still present and a cock to hip before he swaggered back towards the desk. There was something dangerous in his eyes.
His knee nudged her legs apart where she sat, eyes focused on her lips.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-14 11:20 pm UTC (link) Track This She took a drink of scotch straight from the bottle as he went to take care of the door. An internal bet was placed with herself on how far this goes. The outcome isn't in doubt, but just on that off chance she's wrong...hell, this wasn't anything she hadn't been willing to do before.
Her eyes locked solidly on his face when he got back and that challenging look was still there. One side of her lips quirked up as he got in close and she tightened her knees on either side of his hips as she reached up to hook a finger into the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards her as she sat up.
"C'mon, water god." She pressed a quick but thorough kiss to him. "Show me what you got." They've started this dance before. It was definitely worth a second try.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-14 11:56 pm UTC (link) DeleteTrack This Poseidon took the invitation as a challenge, though he was unsure of who he was challenging at the moment. Her or himself. Any interest he'd found in anyone while away in Hawaii hadn't made it past a curious look in his eyes.
Throwing his jacket to his suit back, he rolled it off his arms, hands pressed tightly against her outer thighs, pressing her right up against him while their lips battled. He played rough.
The shirt tails were the next to go, pulling it out from his waistband and belt. "Not a problem," he grinned.
(Reply to this)(Parent) (Thread) *touchdown arms* I can use icon I never thought I'd use in actualy game play! [info]witch_hunt 2011-01-15 12:03 am UTC (link) Track This She used to play with the likes of the snake and Lucifer. Rough isn't exactly a problem. She gives back as good as she gets. Being able to actually pay attention to what they were doing instead of baiting a couple of assholes closer made this a whole lot more fun.
He struggled with his coat, she followed suit, but when he started fussing with his shirt she decided to help instead of getting rid of her own. She wanted to feel skin, damn it!
Her hand flattened around his waist then up, exposing his stomach. He was more slender than she expected and she grinned against the kiss.
(Reply to this)(Parent) (Thread) Hahaha! [info]neptune_storm 2011-01-15 12:25 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This He towered over most people average height, thick and built like a brick. Her palms were cool against his skin, revealing in that removal the array of tattoos he'd accumulated in his older days, giving some insight into the age of this god. None of the marks were in color, simple black inks across his pink skin, now with a slight hint of orange from time spent in Hawaii.
He hadn't fucked around since Amphitrite walked out. Now wouldn't be the most opportune time, but with things as they were there was nothing wrong with losing a little edge. It's what he did.
Relieving her of her shirt he opened his mouth wider to have open battle with her tongue. There was an internal pause even when he forced her hands to his belt but he pushed it aside as he stroked her tongue with his even harder.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-15 12:34 am UTC (link) Track This She didn't need much encouraging. Point her in the direction you want her to go and she's there. Clever fingers had his belt open in no time and were working at the catch to his pants while a low growl like moan got pressed into that amazing kiss!
She was surprised. She's already lost part of the bet. They got to skin on skin, but she wasn't complaining! She's even forgotten about the recent scars from having her piercings torn out. She didn't really like the reminder of that.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-15 12:45 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This The first skin to skin contact he'd had and for some reason it felt dull under his fingers. His eyes opened from that kiss when he heard the zipper pull down and the clank of his belt. Pause.
He looked at her for a moment, a curious expression flattening on his face before he just pressed her back against the desk in one hard thud. Hands raced down her sides, putting her legs around his waist.
He didn't usually think about this, why the hell was he thinking instead of just taking. He growled deep in his throat but not from pleasure from sheer frustration.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-15 12:54 am UTC (link) Track This One brow twitched when he froze and her eyes half lidded so she could peer up at him. She looked into his face as he seemed to study her, her breathing quickened enough to lift and fall her chest in an interesting rhythm.
Then she grinned and she thumped back against the desk. She locked her legs behind the small of his back and gave a quick pull to tease him but there was a difference in his reaction that she'd been watching for. Time to test the waters.
"What's the matter, water god?"
(Reply to this)(Parent) (Thread) Damn you Mara and that sexy icon! [info]neptune_storm 2011-01-15 01:02 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This "Always flap your mouth when in the middle of something?" he asked a definite bite on his tongue. His breath was shallow, heart pumping, but not everything was cooperating. The mind was getting in the way of action, pitiful on his part.
He yanked the belt out of it's loops and slapped it down on the desk beside her, the metal buckle clanking against the wood. It wasn't threatening, but he was angry.
(Reply to this)(Parent) (Thread) hehehh She's got a bunch of them [info]witch_hunt 2011-01-15 01:05 am UTC (link) Track This She grinned, slinking a hand up over his chest to behind his neck. Reaching like that arched her back up off the desk in a pose typically guaranteed to entice.
"Give it something else to do."
His eyes closed for a moment, feeling her body warm against him, spreading that invitation wide without any distraction. If he was failing such an erotic scene it wasn't from anything she was doing. He had half a mind to flip her over so he didn't have to look at her. She was a gorgeous woman, sexy, her face wasn't the issue.
His hand tightened on that belt yanking himself up from the desk to slam it across the wall. He was holding onto it so tight he could feel the skin rub.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" he repeated pacing as if yelling the words would knock some sense out of his head and back into his system. He wrapped the belt around his hand giving him something to toy with because a half naked woman obviously wasn't doing the trick.
(Reply to this)(Parent) (Thread) bwahaha! She's so awesome [info]witch_hunt 2011-01-15 01:32 am UTC (link) Track This She flinched a little but only because of the abrupt movement, not because of any left over torture drama. Wasn't a thought in her head at the moment!
This, however, was what she was waiting for so she smiled slightly as she sat up on the desk. She didn't bother pulling her clothing back together as she watched him try to deal with himself. She knew it wouldn't go well but speaking right now, saying as much, it wouldn't go over well.
She took a drink of the scotch to cool her blood a little...damn water gods were fucking hot, thanks!...then poured some into the glass for when he paced back her way.
(Reply to this)(Parent) (Thread) <3 [info]neptune_storm 2011-01-15 01:40 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This His knuckles cracked when he flexed them. He wanted to inflict pain to give this aggression a place to go. The bookshelf was the first thing to be taken under his wrath, as he pulled it onto it's back, books cascading off the shelves. It had been weeks, weeks and he couldn't bring himself to cheat. That ring came off his finger and he flung it across the room, it bouncing off the wall and spiraling onto the floor before it stilled.
He stalked back over to Mara, grabbing her arm with his hand that wasn't laced with the belt. "What did you do? What the fuck did you do?" he warned, his eyes as icy as his touch.
Why couldn't he do this?
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-15 01:44 am UTC (link) Track This She hadn't flinched when the bookcase went down. She'd only taken a drink from the bottle of scotch when his ring got thrown, though she had noted the location of where it landed just in case. But when he grabbed her arm she went very still before turning her narrowed eyes up to glare back into his.
"Remove. Your hand."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-15 01:57 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This Poseidon cocked his head to the side ready to reprimand her for daring to tell him what to do, but his frame of mind wasn't angry with her. He bit down on his upper lip, seething, other hand raised in warning. "Do not tell me what to do." At that he released her, taking the bottle from her grasp but there wasn't much scotch left to even bother with. He then turned, kicking in the bookshelf before he cleared a pile to sit on. The belt was thrown off his hand onto the floor.
His hand instinctively rubbed where that metal ring had been, where he had rubbed the skin raw before.
"Fuck," he said again this time a little huskier, a little less abrasive before drinking that little bit of scotch left.
"What is the problem?" he asked teeth clenched as his hands threaded together. "I do not give a shit. I do this without a second thought. Why the FUCK am I thinking now?"
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-15 02:04 am UTC (link) Track This This is the only time he'll get away with raising a hand to her, warning or otherwise. The next time she'll show him that how she greeted him today was a "love tap".
She reached to grab her coat to pull out a cigarette and a lighter, lighting up calmly while he vented. Then she looked back to him passively, exhaling the smoke. "Because you love your wife and she's hurting. You don't want to hurt her more."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-15 02:15 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This "Fuck love. Fuck it in the ass." He pounded his hands against his head before stopping all forms of this little tantrum.
"She's not even..." he huffed, "I can't forgive her still. I smell it on her. That bastard." He cracked his knuckles again laughing.
"This is fucked up."
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-15 02:21 am UTC (link) Track This Man he had it bad. She hadn't realized how bad. Then again she'd been kind of busy being burned out then tortured then busy setting up angels to be killed and he'd been in Hawaii.
For some reason the movie Boondock Saints came to mind. It caught her off guard and she had to take another drag to keep from smirking or otherwise showing off her misplaced amusement.
"It's a memory, Poseidon. That's all." She never uses real names. Well, rarely.
She tilted her head as she watched him. "And yeah it's fucked up. If you didn't think it was I'd be worried."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-15 02:29 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This He growled at her.
"She'd laugh at this," he said cutting his eyes to the side. He wasn't even sure how long this would last or how long he could take it. "It's what she expects now, it's what I want." He shook his head. Amphitrite held more of him than he realized.
"Zeus could give a shit about his wife, why the hell do I?" he muttered.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-15 02:34 am UTC (link) Track This She wasn't phased by his growling. Lucifer was worse in his moods and besides, she considered this guy a friend. She doesn't have many. Right now she can count two. Him included.
She listened, smoking her cigarette and letting him go on before looking at him again with a neutral expression. "Does it matter why? And why would you really want to play keep up with the joneses with that douchebag? He got someone pregnant with a golden shower. Ew."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-15 02:49 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This Poseidon laughed again at that. He'd used some of his own tricks, even disguising himself as a girl's lover in order to take her for his own desires. With Demeter he'd been a stallion, but even she was morphed into a mare at the time. Zeus liked all the bestiality tricks.
"It's a Greek thing I suppose," though it was obvious in his tone he cared no more for his brother than her chiding remark. "He likes to be creative."
He stood then picking up the belt to loop it back through his pants and fasten.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-15 02:52 am UTC (link) Track This "That's not creative that's gross." She smirked, stubbing the cigarette out on the folder he'd used earlier for that purpose then slid off the desk, grabbing her shirt. They weren't doing the horizontal mambo obviously. She'd won her bet there.
She pulled the shirt back on as she walked towards him, shaking her hair out after her head came free of the collar. "The Greeks were capable of great love, too. Think about that for a bit."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-15 03:05 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This "Tell him that." He grabbed his own shirt off the floor sliding his arms through, covering up the tattoos she'd not even had the chance to question him about. One sat on his chest, one on his inner wrist, shoulder and bands around the arm. Each one signified different places he'd been significant to his travels through the centuries. All symbols, some from the Caribbean, Africa, the Carolinas and home.
He buttoned it, tucking in the shirt tails. "I need a another drink," he grumbled. If he wasn't getting any action he needed to drown it out.
At her last comment he shot a questioning glare in her direction. "Love is one fucking headache." Amphitrite had proved that from day one.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-15 03:13 am UTC (link) Track This She had noted the tattoos but asking about them while admiring them was for a moment a whole lot more intimate than this. She let it go, sinking it in her memory for maybe another time.
"I'm broke. Drinks are your own problem." She huffed. She'd had a stipend from the snake now she had nothing.
Her brows had twitched for the look he gave her but then her face closed down. For just a fraction of a second there might have been sadness there, but she turned to grab her coat before anything more could be seen. "I wouldn't know from personal experience. Just what I've seen from watching people. Some things never change."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-15 03:20 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This He looked down on the floor for the ring he'd thrown in anger.
"On me," he said. He smirked. "You choose this time," since the first bar they'd gone too might have been too high class for her tastes. He picked his keys from a drawer on the desk. "Unless you're done for the night, I'd hoped you weren't a lightweight."
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-15 03:25 am UTC (link) Track This She turned around as she shrugged into the coat to give him an incredulous look, staring at him for a moment before she huffed, settling the coat on her shoulders. "Give me a break, water god."
She pointed at him, wandering over to where she saw the ring land. "You owe me for all the tease and no please." She smirked then crouched to pick up the ring. She tossed it to him as she stood back up. "And a safe ride home. Until I get that gun I'm not running the streets unarmed again."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-15 03:32 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This He huffed through his nostrils catching the metal with one hand. He arched his brow giving her the finger in response.
"Where's home?"
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-15 03:35 am UTC (link) Track This She gave it right back but upped the ante by sucking then kissing the tip of the offending digit.
"Raphael's. Another angel." She glanced at him as she pulled the office door open. "He's the redhead I told you about on line who now owes your more charming brother a favor."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-15 03:45 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This "Think you're clever don't you?" he said with a glare.
"Hades swims down a slimy river of souls and you call him charming? Well, I know who's ass you're stuck to next time you need my help. Hmm?"
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-15 03:52 am UTC (link) Track This "Aquaman, I know I'm clever." She grinned as she left the office, a bit of a bounce in her step. No way Lucifer and the snake could have trapped an angel, but she did it. Her pride was erased almost instantly by the stab of guilt that came with that thought and she frowned at herself, pressing on.
"Hades has his own kind of charm. He didn't pop me through a wall for summoning him up." She glanced back over her shoulder. "And you had better things to do than pull my ass out of a fire of my own making. Don't forget it."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-15 04:19 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This "Keep thinking that and we'll see what you say next time." He followed out the door, locking up, then once again out on the cold New York streets.
"Hades sags worse than an old woman's tits, don't tell me he's some shining prince." He rolled his eyes. "You could have called, I was bored as Tartarus on that island. I could have used a pick-me-up. You just don't want to admit you jilted my ass for my older brother."
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-15 04:23 am UTC (link) Track This She frowned against the cold and hunched her shoulders up as she shoved her hands into her pockets. Fucking winter!
"I didn't call him. I called Raphael. He's the one who went to Hades." She shuddered thinking about that moment. Dead angel. Hurt and angry Saint. Creepy shit in the shadows. "I didn't even know you were gone. They had me in Hell for I don't know how long ever since right after we got back from Greece."