Who: Poseidon and Medusa What: Snake lady gets to throw her venom on her most hated person When: Tuesday afternoon Where: Streets of NY Warnings: TBD
It was still a week before his court date where he could weasel his way out of a revoked license and a cop that quite frankly deserved to be slapped around in his book. Handcuffs and orange jump suits weren't really his style. They looked a little tacky on his oceanic complexion. Dressed in the finest, as was usual per his fancy and expensive suits, Poseidon took that long walk towards his penthouse. He missed that bullet of a car that was only occasionally used when he roped Triton into taking him to work.
He carried that arrogant smirk on his face as if he still owned the world and it buckled under his feet. There was power to be had even if times changed, he would break any one that stood in the way of what he wanted. It was then that a pretty face passed him by, a familiar one, and the first time since his wife's incident in Greece that he'd even looked at another woman lustfully.
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[info]of_soundandfury 2011-04-06 05:08 am UTC (link) Track This Medusa was uncomfortable moving among humanity as she was acutely aware at every moment that she was not like them. She was still a monster even if she had regained her pretty looks. Venom ran underneath them now.
She raised her head as she passed him, feeling him as she almost brushed by. There in the street she turned, locking her eyes onto the bastard god that he done this to her.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-04-06 05:30 am UTC (link) Track This He should have known her alone by that mane of hair. With a twisted smirk his eyes scanned up her legs to her face. Well, she didn't look quite so done in as before.
He clapped arrogantly albeit surprised to see her. "Why the cold face?" he laughed.
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[info]of_soundandfury 2011-04-06 05:35 am UTC (link) Track This The people in the street became invisible to Medusa, drawing away in her mind. (Whether they were also unconsciously moving away from the two immortals in their midst Medusa couldn't see.)
Her lip curled slowly up and she tried to drag up from the depths of her that lost power that turned a man to stone. Now it only scared them, left them shaking when she tried to destroy them, but it was enough. Even though Poseidon was weaker now she doubted it would do much.
"Beast," she whispered.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-04-06 05:44 am UTC (link) Track This Poseidon put his hands to his black heart, feigning with that sarcastic mouth that she'd wounded him somehow. He was mocking her and how useless she was against him. That had never changed. She was still a weak and helpless girl.
"This is a good look for you, honey. I prefer it to the old lady skin."
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[info]of_soundandfury 2011-04-06 05:48 am UTC (link) Track This Medusa took a few steps back towards him, unafraid. There was nothing he could do to her that he hadn't already done. She was stronger in her heart than he had ever given her credit for. "Glad it pleases you," Medusa told him, her expression still stony.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-04-06 05:51 am UTC (link) Track This "That hair seems to have simmered down as well. No more split ends I see," he laughed again, his own expression cold and daring. What did she think she was going to do? A little slap here and there? He'd have her on the ground with his hands around her neck before she had a moment to think.
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[info]of_soundandfury 2011-04-06 05:55 am UTC (link) Track This "Glad it pleases you," Medusa just said again, this time with the corner of her lip curling up, an expression of disgust that she felt no need to hide from him.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-04-06 06:09 am UTC (link) Track This "Oh, don't be shy on my benefit," his own sneer directed to that ungrateful look. Now that she wasn't coated in leather skin, with boars teeth there was something attractive about her. "Not going to run off this time?"
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[info]of_soundandfury 2011-04-06 06:24 am UTC (link) Track This "Not running," Medusa told him, and she wouldn't. She kept her eyes on his, unwilling to back-down, nor would she cry this time. Poseidon could take nothing from her now. (She was surprised at her lack of fear. The idea of him on the internet had scared her but now, in person, there was nothing but cold hatred.)
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-04-06 03:01 pm UTC (link) Track This "That's a first," he was still amused taking his own steps forward, those shiny, expensive boots clicking against the pavement underneath. She looked defiant, searing with hate that he could feel radiate off her. It was intriguing.
His hand came out of his pocket letting his fingers curl into that long mane of hair. It seemed a simple sweet gesture at first (but then again it always did with something dark and eerie behind it). His fingers tightened yanking down a little harder.
"What do you want?" he whispered in a deadly voice stepping in behind her, still petting that mane. They were close to the park but it seemed that the rest of the people that had been around had cleared out. If there were a few stragglers they hurriedly went on their way.
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[info]of_soundandfury 2011-04-06 09:18 pm UTC (link) Track This What did she want? He was the one who'd stopped her. Medusa had been content to go on her way and not meet up with the man who had, essentially, made her.
"Your head," Medusa said without moving from his grip, without shifting even an inch. "On a pike." To display to the whole world just as Athena had kept Medusa's silently screaming head on her shield.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-04-07 03:17 am UTC (link) Track This Threading both hands through her hair he clamped down against her neck, right at the base, fingers digging against her collar bone. "Paying me threats Medusa?" he said with a huffed breath against her ear.
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[info]of_soundandfury 2011-04-07 03:22 am UTC (link) Track This Medusa closed her eyes in disgust at his breath on her skin. He'd asked her what she'd wanted and she'd answered. Medusa saw no threat in that. But instead of saying so the monster-woman hissed and yanked herself just enough away from him that she could spin and scratch her nails down his face. She could feel that some of her hair had come free but it would be worth it to surprise and hurt the sea king.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-04-07 03:36 am UTC (link) Track This "Fuck!" He turned his head. It was enough to stall him, but not long enough as he grabbed both her arms now tight enough to break and pinned them back behind her slinking under the shade of the large tree that stood just over them.
Even with their weakening in power over the centuries, his blood still ran that of ichor, which ran against her nails from his brow down his cheek.
"I forgot," he hissed, "you flail," his voice was dirty as if jogging her memory of that day, though she probably felt it every time she'd remembered the young and beautiful woman she'd been before she'd shriveled away under Athena's curse. Now the times were kinder to her, but she was still that snake inside. "I remember," his voice whispered against her still, keeping her from struggling away, his grip tighter against her wrists, bending her arms to a painful twist, "you also like to cry don't you?"
She'd pissed him off.
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[info]of_soundandfury 2011-04-07 03:41 am UTC (link) Track This Medusa remembered her tears. She remembered being young and innocent and beautiful, just a child caught between gods. She remembered begging the Olympian to have mercy on her, to not hurt her. She remembered praying to her lady Athena to be rescued even as Poseidon had beaten and violated her.
Medusa remembered all of it because it was impossible to forget.
"Beast!" Medusa hissed again, feeling her skin crawl under his touch. It was the touch that sickened and upset her more than the fact that he was hurting her. The pain would pass (always passed) but she never could forget his touch. "Worthless dead king!"
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-04-07 03:56 am UTC (link) Track This "Shhhhh," he said clamping those hands tightly with one hand now as he pressed her back against him, his other hand stroking the soft skin of her neck (almost too gently). His hand then flipped quickly and gripped her neck.
He'd bruised it that last time when she'd ran, her tears only angering him more then. Her cries had turned into choked sobs as he'd ripped her dress back taking whatever innocence she'd had. Part of him believed she'd wanted it, begged for it. She'd been his first taken forcefully, his heart turning black and cold. She could have been a queen to some one, but she'd not even been able to stand as he'd gotten off of her leaving his scent with her for the rest of her days. He'd walked out, leaving a soft hand against her cheek as if the soft gesture could atone for what he'd taken. He'd ruined her, and it had felt good.
Now, now she was just a bitter hag of a woman who still carried that torch for revenge.
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[info]of_soundandfury 2011-04-07 04:04 am UTC (link) Track This This was all too familiar and Medusa squirmed against his strength, but she couldn't turn, couldn't do anything with the way he had her. So she kicked her heel back with as much strength as she could muster and felt it connect squarely with his shin, enough force behind it to make her foot feel like it was shaking.
The kick gave her enough surprised leverage to pull herself from his grip, yet more hair ripping away from her scalp. (It would grow back quickly, just as thick and wild. She couldn't even cut this hair of hers.)
Perhaps he'd expected her to run away from him but Medusa had no idea of running. Instead the growl came from deep inside her throat an she launched herself at him, all fists and claws. Men and gods both had tender flesh and Medusa would rip it open.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-04-07 04:36 am UTC (link) Track This His teeth gritted tightly feeling that jerk reaction against his shin which pulled him away for longer this time. It was like a hammer smashing against it, cracking bone and yet his eyes turned a little colder launching back at her with a ferocity as she attacked. She made a few hits before he snapped one of her wrists away from him, the back of his hand ripping against her cheek in that heavy blow. He'd make her bleed all over again and remember she didn't mess with a god. He didn't care how weak they may be now, no woman was going to thrash towards him and get away with it.
He knocked her down, dragging her by her hair and pulling her back up. "This is a new suit, sweetheart, let's not get too much blood on it."
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[info]of_soundandfury 2011-04-07 04:42 am UTC (link) Track This His forearm slipping against her face, Medusa opened her jaws and then sunk her teeth into the flesh, feeling it give, tasting the blood.
Medusa was not a monster any more but her blood was still magic and her mouth was still poisonous. That saliva of hers on an open wound would infect him like the deadliest of the snakes she handled, although she knew he wouldn't feel it yet. but all of their venom that she'd taken into herself, all of it that they had gifted to her, she now gave to the Olympian bastard who had made her.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-04-07 05:07 am UTC (link) Track This Those teeth scrapped against skin before sinking in, which stunned him for a moment before realizing she was actually biting him almost with a kind of stun-gun pierce. His flesh was as tender as any man's, though it would taste bitter against her tongue as that ichor ran freely and lapped against her teeth.
"Bitch, what the fuck?" he smacked her again throwing her back against the pavement as he clamped a hand over his left arm. It didn't burn, not yet, didn't hurt, not yet, but had already started to make his hand tingle.
He had not yet to feel his head spin and grip him to the point where walking felt like a dead weight from the waist down, but by the time he got home he'd be staggering and sick to his stomach.
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[info]of_soundandfury 2011-04-07 05:16 am UTC (link) Track This From the ground where he'd thrown her Medusa looked up at him with a dark smile, his golden ichor tingling on her tongue and mixing on her lips with blood from where he'd struck her.
"Monster still has teeth," Medusa told him, baring them like they were proper fangs and she was a proper beast. But she was just a woman-shaped thing looking up at him.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-04-07 05:25 am UTC (link) Track This She held such a delightful smirk on her face that his upper lip creased upward as he kicked her none too softly, pressing her hand into the ground with his knee as he loomed over her.
The sun was starting to faint against the gray sky, the afternoon turning over to the dusky side of night. Less people around and none had dared call the police when they felt the ground shake just beneath them. Poseidon's hand gripped her neck again, thumb and fingers bruising that pale skin forcing her head back, chin up. He wiped her lips with his thumb, that slight golden color against their red hue. He hissed at her, snapping her neck back again, asserting his authority over her.
"Monster is still a useless bitch, who will learn her place." His eyes glazed over as he ignored that tingling that started to move up his arm, not unpleasant but making it feel heavy.
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[info]of_soundandfury 2011-04-07 05:31 am UTC (link) Track This "Not useless," Medusa told him, still smiling, the suggestion of danger waiting in it. "Weak god will see. Weak god will taste the monster soon." She glared up at him, calling forth that stone curse, knowing it would make him feel a little more uncomfortable now that her poison was working itself inside of him.
She could feel the split in her lip where she was bleeding. Left side. Deadly side. And so, because she could, she forced her head up to capture his lips with her, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth. He had made her poison, so she would let him taste it. He had made Athena give her blood that could kill even the Gods. It couldn't do that anymore but it still brought unpleasantness, perhaps even to him.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-04-07 05:40 am UTC (link) Track This Medusa's tongue slid in his mouth, the taste at first sweet like ambrosia followed by a horrible sear that clenched his tongue tightly with it's venom. The kiss was returned by a forceful shove of his own tongue to shackle hers back in her mouth where he pulled back. He didn't like feeling as if he was invaded, his control twisted around. Never did Poseidon think about how the very feeling that crowded in around him was the same feeling he'd unleashed on not only Medusa but thousands of other girls that he'd broken. Some more times than others.
His tongue ran alongside his bottom lip before spitting out that vile taste she left.
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[info]of_soundandfury 2011-04-07 05:45 am UTC (link) Track This Medusa smiled up at him still. "Don't be shy for my benefit," she said, echoing his own words back at him and feeling rather joyful about it all despite the pains he'd left on her.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-04-07 05:57 am UTC (link) Track This Poseidon's lips tightened into a thin line, teeth pulling in the lip in agitation before he flung another back-handed blow against her face. "Silence," he barked loudly, the back of his teeth grinding at her impudence. He wasn't going to listen to her mock him. Who was she to do so?
He breathed in deeply through his nose ready to lay down those forceful hands and beat her until she crawled back on her belly like the snake she truly was but something in his head pounded against his temples. Beating from the inside out. It made the world around him feel faint, blurry to the senses.
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[info]of_soundandfury 2011-04-07 06:01 am UTC (link) Track This "The mighty fall hard," Medusa said, crawling up onto her knees and then to her feet. She could already see it happening, the venom of her bite, the poison of her blood. Already it was burning through him and it would only get worse. She hoped it killed him. She hoped it killed him slowly and tortuously.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-04-07 06:08 am UTC (link) Track This His breath felt a little ragged as if he couldn't catch it and breath with ease. Both arms now felt weighted as everything else was jerked to the ground and keeping him from standing tall.
On his knees he sat that clenching that tightened around his insides as if they were forcing their way up his throat. Without his control the world around them seemed off-kilter. The ground shook whether he made it or not, that rumble mimicking the torturous grip from her poison.
"I'll kill you," he spat back arm clutched around middle tasting a new flavor of bile coating his tongue.
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[info]of_soundandfury 2011-04-07 06:10 am UTC (link) Track This "No," Medusa said coldly, watching him on the ground but keeping a distance between them. "This time I kill you. This time you suffer."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-04-07 06:15 am UTC (link) Track This His hands dug into the ground attempting to pull himself up to stand, but instead he still sat, now on all fours just trying to keep whatever was inside down.
"What did you do to me?" he said feeling sweat already starting to bead down his face, his voice not half as demanding and forceful as it was usually. His control was slipping from him and that dry heaving he felt made him want to just lay on the ground in the agony. He didn't get sick, he'd never been sick, and pain was something he enjoyed, but this felt excruciating.
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[info]of_soundandfury 2011-04-07 06:18 am UTC (link) Track This "You made a monster," Medusa told him, crouching so that he could see her. She was trying not to enjoy his suffering but she couldn't help it. This was personal. He was the one she'd always wanted to hurt for what had been done to her. "Monsters kill."
Medusa grabbed his chin. "Look at me," she demanded, holding him tight. "You brought this. This is your guilt. Let it eat you alive."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-04-07 06:32 am UTC (link) Track This It was as if the universe were spitting back every evil and vile thing he had done to throw it in his face. He didn't like it. First Amphitrite, what she'd done, what had been done. Now Medusa was exacting her hate that every girl he'd ever ripped away their happiness, their innocence was being pitted inside him right now in this agony.
He breathed uneasily through his teeth, those piercing blue eyes slowly starting to dull, sweat dripping down his nose as she forced his chin up. His whole body started to tremble and yet he had no energy to do anything to her. Amphitrite had been enough of a punishment, that hurt him to the core in a way that this couldn't compare. It was that that he kept in mind to force himself through this.
Though in a way he was repeating that of his father. Taking in greedily everything that kept power from him, absorbing his children so that he gained ultimate control. That power however short he may have had resonated through his children, forced an emptiness inside of Poseidon that could never be filled. He'd not eaten his children, but he'd swallowed everything he could to gain what he had. Right now he was on his knees defenseless in the same way Cronus had been when Rhea tricked him. It was a rinse and repeat cycle that he and his brothers and sister's shared for their power-driven mindsets.
"I did nothing you filthy bitch. You are a whore who got exactly what she wanted." He believed that, deep down he believed she had really wanted him when he'd taken her.
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[info]of_soundandfury 2011-04-07 06:56 am UTC (link) Track This "You took my life," Medusa accused him and then dropped his face. "Now I take yours."
She didn't want to watch this. It made her cold and disgusted to see her will done, even against this monster. (She wasn't the monster. It had always been him.)
So instead of watching him crawl off into some corner to suffer her poisons, Medusa stood and turned her back on him to walk away. She'd leave him in her own misery. Medusa wasn't foolish enough to hope that she might kill him, but the suffering would be enough for today.