Who: Zeus and Adonis What: Contract Discussions Where: Central Park When: Thursday evening Warnings: TBA
Zeus did not know, as he sat in Central Park absently adjusting the lapels of his light pea coat, whether or not the ground work had been sufficiently laid for this conversation with Adonis. It would not matter, either way, when it came to it, though. He would be able to tell, in person, what needed to be said in order to get what he wanted.
No. Not wanted. Needed. He had slept too long, let Hades and the mess with Eris and Ares instill too much doubt in the minds of his people. They questioned his motives, and this he was used to. Some refused him, and this too had happened before. But they disregarded - they forgot - and that was not to be borne. With a powerful new ally like College, he could control their power. Could see them weakened or flourishing, and his desire for that control went far past mere want.
He would not rush this, though. He had chosen this park to put the boy at ease, but even this place would be his throne-room. He would let the gardener grovel and beg, let him offer up his friends and lovers to save himself. Zeus would see just how far Adonis was willing to go in this fight for his freedom.