|Perseus (herowithoneface) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2011-11-24 07:03:00
|Entry tags:||artemis, perseus|
WHO: Perseus and Artemis
WHAT: Me playing catch up...
WHEN: Wednesday morning
WHERE: Artemis' apartment
Perseus had been stuck in Artemis' house for weeks, and it had taken that long for him to stop fighting her. She had taken his apple away, and the need for the apple had lingered on inside Perseus, as well as the feeling that he had to try to ascend to the throne. It was only after weeks and weeks that Perseus finally saw reason.
He was not a king. He wasn't even a god. He was an immortal demi-god who had no business trying to rule over the Greeks. Eris was to blame for him ever believing he could.
When Artemis woke one morning, early as she always was, there was tea brewing and a plate had been set out in her place full of breakfast.
"I didn't even know you knew how to cook," Artemis smirked at Perseus as he stood in her kitchen, a spatula in one hand, wrapped in her apron.
"Let's just not talk?" he suggested in a grumble.
They ate in silence, and when they were finished, Perseus even cleared away the dishes so Artemis wouldn't have to. She sat at the table and he could feel her eyes on him as he scrubbed away with her environmentally friendly dishsoap that smelled a little like disappointment.
Finally, Perseus turned around and he said, "I'm sorry."
"For what?" Artemis asked, crossing her arms and looking incredibly impertinent.
"I am sorry for trying to over-step my bounds. And for fighting with you. I know now you intervened to keep me safe, not because you thought I might succeed and you didn't want that."
"You're one of the few siblings I don't want to smack most of the time," Artemis said, still sounding annoyed. "If you made more of a nuisance of yourself, I would have just snapped your neck and let Hades deal with you."
Perseus' smile was thin. "Good information to keep in mind..."
"If you are over your obsession with apples, I'd be obliged if you would return to your own apartment. You've made mine smell like man."
At that, Perseus broke into laughed and he nodded his thanks. "I'll be out of your hair by this afternoon. Thanks again, Artemis."
"And it won't happen again," she warned him.
"No, ma'am. It won't happen again." Oh he hoped.