|Zeus | Ζευς (keraunos) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2013-10-25 00:57:00
|Entry tags:||thalia, zeus|
Who: Zeus & Thalia
What: Breaking the news. Also, another reminder why Zeus will never win Father of the Year.
When: Friday afternoon
Where: Zeus' home
Warnings: Zeus. Also language, an incident of assault.
Thalia had to admit, Euterpe had a point. Zeus would find out about her pregnancy sooner or later, and better to hear it from her than someone else. That didn't mean she was looking forward to the conversation, however. But it was probably best to just get it over with. Her hand rested protectively over her small bump as the cab dropped her off in front of Zeus' building. Her sense of foreboding only grew as she pressed the buzzer and headed up to his penthouse.
She was greeted by his housekeeper, who showed her to the library and told her Mr. Cosmas would be with her momentarily. Thalia took one of the armchairs, managing not to fidget through sheer force of will.
Zeus had been working from home today, because he couldn't deal with any of his moronic colleagues anymore. He was calling it a three-day weekend, so sue him. When the housekeeper told him Thalia was here, he gladly put aside his work and went to meet her. He entered the library and found her seated near the fire, straight-backed, like the daughter of the King she was. He raised one eyebrow before even saying a word, the reason for her visit was rather apparent.
"At this rate, I suspect the news that you're going to be a grandfather is old hat by now," Thalia said wryly, raising her own eyebrow in return.
"Perhaps, but there are some I am more pleased to hear it from than others," Zeus replied. "When is the joyous event?"
"Not til April," came the reply. "I'm not even sure of the gender yet."
Zeus nodded slowly, considering. "And the father?"
Thalia hesitated, lapsing back into Greek without thinking. "That part will probably please you less," she said at last.
Zeus said nothing, his face frozen with one eyebrow raised, the picture of indulgent curiosity.
Thalia sighed in frustration. "If I tell you, I want your word-your word on Styx-that you won't go out and harm him out of some misguided rage."
Zeus spread his hands in a pacifying gesture. "On Styx, I do so swear," he said, and both of them could feel the solemnity and power in those words echo through the room.
She sighed again. "It's-Prometheus. Prometheus is my child's father."
Zeus' peaceful expression fell away, his face now resembling cold marble. "That thieving Titan, he is the father of my grandchild?"
Zeus held up one hand, silencing her. "You remember what I said, when I found out he had stolen fire from the gods?"
"How could I forget?" Thalia mumbled.
"And what did I say?"
Thalia growled in the back of her throat, an unhappy sound. "You said-gods above. You said he was Titan scum who loved humanity too much, and now it would be his downfall."
Zeus nodded sharply, just once. "And I was right, wasn't I?"
"Gods, this is stupid," Thalia spat. "You're holding a grudge all these centuries later, and it doesn't even matter anymore."
"Careful," Zeus growled. "I might value you and your sisters above most of my other children, but that is not license to disrespect me at will."
Thalia made an impatient sound. "Fine. My fucking apologies. I've told you, and now you know. Not that I'm expecting you to give two shits-"
The crack of the slap seemed to echo forever in the still, silent room. Thalia's head snapped to one side, more in surprise than pain. She raised one hand to her stinging cheek, feeling the sudden warmth under her fingers.
"Leave," Zeus told her simply, turning away from his daughter as though she weren't even there any longer.
Thalia slowly exited the library, and once she was near the door, fled the apartment like Cerberus was chasing her. She ran down the front steps, almost stumbling in her haste to get away. Her hands were shaking as she dug for her phone, already scrolling down to Clio's number. Right now, she needed her sister more than anything else.