|cut_and_run (cut_and_run) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2016-05-22 20:03:00
|Current music:||"Smother" by Daughter|
|Entry tags:||poseidon, theseus|
Who: Theseus and Poseidon
What: Theseus puts his foot down and doesn't run to save his skin. Poseidon shows him who's boss.
When: May 22nd/May 23rd
Where: Office and then a hidden fallout shelter
Warnings: Poseidon is a dick
His daughter's termination put a little backbone in the old cowardly hero. Theseus couldn't say he wasn't worried about the fallout of telling Poseidon he was finished, he was terrified. He knew putting a stop to all of his shenanigans was a slap in the face and it told Poseidon he had no one in his back pocket to do his bidding. Theseus was tired of being his whipping boy. He left his notice on his father's desk Friday afternoon and felt that weight on his shoulder's lighten. It couldn't be any crazier than pandering to the Sea King's threat's.
It was late Sunday night and he was relaxing out on his boat dock, watching the stars. Mars was supposed to be visible tonight, so he had his telescope ready. Maybe it was the fear and worry that had eventually broke down his barriers or he would have heard Poseidon climb aboard. Theseus whipped his head around and stood immediately, already feeling his chest start to break from his heartbeat. At first his father said nothing of what had happened on Friday. He greeted him almost cordially, but Theseus knew that was just for show. The real snake would strike and it wasn't going to be pretty.
"I never gave you permission to leave," Poseidon said, his words almost mimicking the anger he had not towards Theseus, but to Amphitrite. Poseidon had been in a downward spiral for a long time now, and his hatred was propelled at everyone but the one person he couldn't seem to hurt.
Theseus cleared his throat, "I'm not asking for permission. I can't do what you want anymore." Poseidon smiled, and it was as fake as the laugh that followed. It quickly dropped as he approached his son with a fire in his eyes. He grabbed him by his hair, punching him in the gut and watched him fall to his knees with little concern. He pressed his knee into Theseus’ back and kept him sprawled out on the deck, pulling him up by his hair again. “Wrong answer.” He smacked his face into the wooden floorboard over and over again until he was unconscious. He had a very clear picture in mind of what he’d do to Theseus to keep him on his side. Poseidon wasn’t about having loyal followers for the sake of their own mind, he wanted to make them. Theseus was going to learn the hard way just how heavy handed he could be. He dragged Theseus off his boat by his feet. He cut the boat loose and watched it start to sail away from the dock. Theseus started to come to, enough to see the blurry vision of his boat washing off the shore. He tried to get up, looking at his father with such disappointment. “You’re the coward…” he said with a bloody mouth and a laugh. “Whatever you do to me, I don’t care anymore.” Nothing was going to make Theseus feel bad for taking his own life by the reigns. Poseidon swiftly kicked him in the face until he was out again. He took Theseus somewhere no one would look to find him, in the abandoned fallout shelter from the cold war that sat under the Brooklyn Bridge. It wasn’t open to the public anymore, so there was no chance of his rebel son being found quickly. At least not in Poseidon’s mind.
He sat there with Theseus in the dust waiting for him to come to. “Now you just look like the same runaway you always were. Your daughter will hate you for it.” Which was Poseidon’s goal. It was no use beating up that girl again or dragging Theseus to her doorstep. No, he had to hit a little harder than that. If it looked like Theseus just left again, than her worst fears would be preyed on. He locked the door behind him, leaving Theseus screaming and banging his fists on it until his hands were bloody and sore. He checked his pockets for a phone, but it was gone, and not likely that it would work in there to begin with. The phone was still on the docks where it had fallen from his pocket while Poseidon dragged him away from the water. If he was lucky someone might find it. If not----
He slid down the to the ground. The worst was yet to come. Even this might not be the end of Poseidon’s torment, as he may have let Dionysus in on Theseus whereabouts. Dionysus had his own vendetta, and his own grudge to fulfil. One that would leave Theseus not only locked up and alone from civilization, but with a touch of madness. The very same gift he’d bestowed on Ariadne when he’d left her alone, pregnant and away from civilization all those centuries ago.
Theseus would have to kill himself to get relief, and even then he was trapped.