Who: Poseidon and Amphitrite When: Friday afternoon, January 14, 2012 What: Pouting forever! Where: Poseidon's apartment Warnings: Language
After Hecate's date Poseidon didn't have the energy to keep up his own arguments. He'd spent the night wiping down his hardwood floors only to have made a bigger mess with various tables and furniture. Other than throwing around a few items it was all he could do before he collapsed into bed. He didn't bother getting out to go to work, he just stayed there laying listlessly.
There wasn't a damn thing he could do right now and that felt far worse than being in Hades doom and gloom torture center. He had a place then his mind could go. Now, power, position and titles were nothing more than a distant memory. It didn't matter how long this lasted, it mattered that it broke him. His titles were the last thing of value that he could call his own. He'd lost Amphitrite, lost his dignity and now the only thing he had was completely stripped away. It was a sickening feeling.
Now he was just completely human. An immortal human but with nothing. More than that, the first time since returning from Hades and he wanted to maim someone. Everything inside of him twisted and turned around, tightening. He was back in Cronus' stomach again without the power to free himself.
Even though Amphitrite knew what to expect when she returned to the apartment, it didn't prepare her for the weak man she saw as she entered the door. He was no longer Poseidon, but a shadow of the once-great god. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to rub it in his face or console him. That depended entirely on his own actions. For once she really was free. He could not track her the way he did before. She could go about her own life and let him realize everything he had lost. All because of his selfish, reckless actions.
She tucked her keys into her pocket instead of setting them down like she usually did. She had no intentions of staying. Kymopoleia still needed her, even if she wouldn't admit it.
"You know you brought this on yourself?" she asked, leaning against the wall as she watched him. She studied him. It still looked like him and she could sense him, but now there was no familiarity. Everything had shifted and she did not feel at home with him now. She felt she didn't belong near him at all.
When Amphitrite entered he couldn't feel her. There was no home, he couldn't even feel his heart beat in response to her presence. She had no tie to him whatsoever and that was a catastrophic hit. In truth he'd rather be dead, not this listless man he was now.
He had yet to venture toward the ocean, but the connection was lost. She was bound to reject him. It may have been the first time true tears could prick his eyes. He sat up from bed, shaking his hands through his hair, roughing it up. Everything inside hurt in an unnatural way.
Amphitrite, Triton, all his children were against him. Poseidon was truly alone in this world he'd turned upside down. Seated on the side of the bed, legs swung over he simply nodded at Amphitrite, his throat too tight to have any words right now.