Kymopoleia had never been pleased with him ever. But, there was something about working together that he'd not quite ever experienced. They'd done it before when leaving Poseidon in the middle of Yosemite park after Briareos' own near death experience. They were inadvertently working together ever since. It was the first time it actually felt official. Eros' arrows behind them, it had put them both in a powerful position with each other instead of against each other. That was only ever something Poseidon could ever hope to have with his own marriage.
He crawled off the fat man, using it as leverage to get to his feet. Briareos was caressed in splatters of blood. It felt good to rip into flesh again. To not feel so frail and weak.
He wiped off a spot from his bottom lip, licking it off his thumb and dropping the shard of broken glass. His eyes met Ky's and it was the first time she stood in front of him not trembling with fear.