WHO Amphitrite & Poseidon WHEN Monday evening WHERE Their apartment WHAT A classic Honey, I'm Home WARNINGS husband and wife playing out rape fantasies, murder, and that's before Ren's even replied. (Honestly: domestic violence, even if Amph doesn't see it that way.)
It had all started out normal enough. Amphitrite had disappeared from their house in the middle of the night, without a word or warning. And then the game was on and there were two options.
1. Poseidon would find her, wherever she had gone to. He would make a big show of it. He'd wrap his hands in her hair and drag her bodily out of whatever rented room she'd gotten. He'd tell her she couldn't get away from him that easily. And Amphitrite would play her part, screaming and thrashing and calling him the filthiest of names. They almost always ended up fucking hungrily somewhere before they even reached the car, rough and hard and oh so good.
2. Poseidon wouldn't find her, in which case his punishment would be he'd have to wait a little longer. But then, one night, she'd just be there. Maybe suddenly straddling him in bed with a knife to his throat. Maybe beneath the surface of the pool so she could yank him in as he came past. This scenario ended the same way as the first: fucking.
Never let it be said that Amphitrite didn't know how to keep a marriage exciting.
But this time there had been a hitch in the plan, and the person who found her first wasn't Poseidon, but some upstart mortal with murder in his eyes. He'd strangled her to death and dumped her body into the sea - a final indignity.
Amphitrite wasn't like the Olympians. When someone killed her, she didn't bounce back so easily. No, Amphitrite lingered for the long time with the shades in Hades, unable to get her message out to anyone, just like the rest of those poor souls.
For almost six months she stayed dead before suddenly waking up on a beach, the body that had grown decayed and eaten by fishes regenerated so her spirit could return. She coughed up sand and a couple of tiny crabs.
She cleaned herself up in a nearby public bathroom, before jumping the train back into Manhattan and to the apartment home she shared with Poseidon.
She felt shaky and weak and also furious. To think that some human had done this to her when she'd survived for thousands of years against gods. The front door was unlocked - good, since Amphitrite had lost everything she owned - and she shoved it open and stalked inside, hair dry by now but messy and knotted with salt, clothes full of holes and worn soft by her beloved sea