Zeus (authorityking) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-05-06 12:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | boreas, zeus |
Who: Zeus (closed narrative, but Boreas is welcome to join in)
What: Waking up
Where: Boreas' Guest Room
When: This Morning
Warnings: Yaaaawning?
It had been a good sleep. He had slept through the end of winter like a hibernating bear, letting his energy build and build as he pulled power from those below him, beneath him, and spent nothing. Boreas had offered him a place, and he had been a statue on the bed in his guest room as the world moved on around and beneath him. Nothing had dragged at him, and though on some level he was aware of the panic and the need it would not wake him until he was strong enough to solve it. He would not be unmanned by a Senate or dethroned by a lesser brother - but he would not be shown as weak, either, by attempting to siphon their disrespect while he was still weakened from it.
The first thing to penetrate the thick comfort of a good sleep was a scream. Primal and furious and hurt - and cold. Very, very cold. A scream that was filled with a thousand snow drifts, at which the Heavens themselves would tremble and freeze. A scream that would call down blizzards, hurricanes of white. A scream that called to thunder and lightening and all things primal and dangerous and natural in his nature. And that sound began to pull at him, too, edging him closer and closer to consciousness.
By the first golden touches of Dawn in the early morning hours, he was at the edge of waking. There was a chill in the room, the last falls of snow battering against the window in the wind, and for some reason Zeus awoke to the morning with a barely remembered song in his mind. A hymn.
When Nature's face is bright with flashing fire, and in the heavens resound your thunders dire/Your thunders white, the azure garments tear, and burst the veil of all surrounding air/O, all-blessed, may your wrath severe, hurled in the bosom of the deep appear/And on the tops of mountains be revealed, for your strong arm is not from us concealed.
Father Zeus of the Aegis, the cloud gatherer and sky dweller, lord of the thunderbolt, father of gods and men - All-mighty Zeus on high - opened his eyes to the light of morning, yawned, and smiled.