|skydaddy (skydaddy) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2012-12-01 12:09:00
|Entry tags:||makaria, zeus|
WHO: Zeus & Makaria
WHEN: Saturday afternoon
WHERE: A Manhattan street
WHAT: Meeting the niece.
The girl sitting at the bus stop was very familiar to Zeus, although it wasn't that he knew her but that she was related to him. Zeus was sure, looking at her, that she belonged to one of his siblings.
So walking over looked down at her and said, "hello."
Makaria looked up from her book at the man standing there and blinked, the sunlight behind him. He glowed, but it wasn't just the sun. He was a god, a Greek, and even Makaria could feel that. "Hello?" she said, a little more warily than he had.
"We haven't been introduced," Zeus told her, "but I think we should be."
Makaria closed her book then, sitting it on her lap as the man sat down beside her. "Um," she said. "Makaria, the goddess of blessed death."
Zeus considered the name, but it was the title that told him who this girl belonged to. "Hades is your father?" he asked and she nodded, smiling brightly at his comment. "Then I'm your uncle. Zeus."
Makaria felt a little unsure now. Hades didn't want her to meet her uncles but Zeus was smiling and he seemed very nice to her. It wouldn't do to be rude though. She didn't want to upset Zeus or make him him cross. So she smiled, more polite than genuine, and said, "it's very nice to meet you, Uncle Zeus." Should she call him your majesty? Having spent her whole life in the underworld she didn't really know about what the protocols of Olympus were, but Zeus was the king. (Was he the king of her? Was he the king of her father as well?)
"Now tell me, Makaria," Zeus said conversationally. "Has your father told you to stay away from me?"
"Yes," Makaria said with a little nod.
Zeus just laughed easily, completely unsurprised. "My brother is paranoid in his little cave." Makaria looked down the street to check for the bus and Zeus cast his gaze down over her. When she turned back to him, his eyes had returned to her face once more. "You shouldn't be riding the bus," Zeus said. "Why don't you let my driver take you home?"
"I don't think papa would like that," Makaria said.
"No, I suspect he'd hate it," Zeus agreed. "But I can't deny I don't like the idea of my niece crushed in with strangers on a public bus."
"It's not so bad," Makaria said with a little shy smile. "Sometimes I like listening to them talk about things."
It had been a long time since Zeus felt like that. From Olympus he'd been able to eavesdrop on the conversations of mortals but after thousands of years being stuck among them it had rather lost its appeal. "I think you should come upstairs to my apartment with me," Zeus said, pointing across the street and up at his window of the penthouse apartment. "I'd like to get to know you a little."
Makaria opened her mouth to reply and then closed it again. Then she said, slowly, "I... don't think that's a good idea."
"I'll be very offended if you say no," Zeus said, his smile tighter then.
"Um," Makaria said, looking for the bus again. Then she forced a little smile. "Okay. Just for a little bit. But papa is expecting me home soon."
Zeus stood. "Then I'll be sure not to keep you for too long," he assured her, offering her his hand. Makaria looked at it for a moment and then smiled, taking it with her own.