Adonis had prepared for this as best he could. He'd had thousands of years to train himself not to show fear, not to show pain. He had begged, lain all of his cards out on the table and now that he had none left, except for the mild hope that Hades could offer him protection if it came down to it, all there was left to do was wait and hope. Waiting was hard, but Adonis had distracted himself; with College, with the pain of that betrayal and with copious amounts of liquor and drugs. Surprisingly, he was sober as he walked toward the park, Theias frolicking around his ankles as he smoothed down his light hair.
Adonis had always felt most comfortable hiding behind a mask of beauty. Of course, his beauty would not help him win Zeus over but it could help him hide and his skin had been lightened to milky white; his golden hair falling in loose, soft curls around his shoulders and his eyes glowing an unnatural blue. Tight black jeans made him youthful, a blue dress shirt that matched his eyes gave him an air of class and his beauty was his curse, his gift, his strength, his mask, his confidence, just as much as nature and the vegetation gave him confidence. But as he entered the outskirts of the park and felt Zeus' presence like a glowing beacon, Adonis gulped, knowing that all the beauty in the world couldn't save him now. Kneeling, he scratched Theias behind the ears lightly before ordering him off to hunt, watching the puppy crash away through the trees.
Drawing a deep breath, his face was a calm, composed mask with only a whiteness around the edges of his lips to betray his fear and he immersed himself in the park, drawing devotion from the mortals who saw him and wanted him, drawing calm from the vegetation around him. Most of his work to prepare was thrown out the window when he actually saw Zeus and he faltered slightly in his walk before reminding himself just how important this was and pressing forward. Dropping to his knees before his King, he bowed his head respectfully and let loose curls fall forward to obscure his face. "My King," He murmured in Ancient Greek, doing his best and - for the most part - succeeding to keep a tremble from his voice. "Again, I thank you for taking the time to grant me an audience and for considering my current situation." No, he wasn't going to look up, not until given permission because this was Zeus and it was all Adonis could do not to break down into a panic attack right then and there.