Athena (athena_polias) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-05-27 01:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | athena, morpheus |
Who: Athena [Open to Morpheus]
What: Though the threat is long past, the subconscious remembers.
Where: A Dream.
When: The night after Hephaestus' return.
Warnings: Mildly disturbing symbolism.
Athena was wearing white. The folds of cloth fell in familiar ways, and she knew it to be one of her most favorite peplos, though how she knew this she did not know or care. It was so bright. The sand was white, the sun beat down unmercifully, each grain of sand lit like diamonds. She squinted in the light. It was hot.
Vaguely, she could hear the sound of the waves meeting the shore. Lifting a hand to shade her eyes, the clear blue-green of the Mediterranean greeted her hungry gaze. It tempted her. Gathering up the folds of her garment, Athena waded into the water.
The water was cool and inviting as it lapped around her ankles, and without a care in the world Athena went deeper. Waist deep, she tilted her head back, closing her eyes to the glaring brightness when a sudden wave rose out of the otherwise calm sea, crashing over her. Athena went down with it, extended her foot to push off the ocean floor -- and found that it was no longer there. Seaweed met her bare feet, wrapped around her ankles and began to crawl up her calves.
Opening her eyes, she pointed her hands towards the sun and began using them to propel her forwards, manipulating her bound legs like a fish to aid in her escape. The surface of the water was within her reach, and, lungs burning, she stretched forward to break it, only to find it had solidified. Summoning all of her strength, she drew back her fist in a mighty punch that cracked the top of the ocean. Athena broke through with a gasp.
But the surface was no longer calm. The waves had risen around her and the shore was no where in sight as one wave after another crashed over her. The water around her was dark and it no longer felt like good honest seawater. It felt heavy, like the press of his body on hers. The seaweed had followed her up and was tangling in her feet, crawling up her thighs and twining around her, making staying on the surface nearly impossible. The waves were so high, they blotted out the sun. Wet and warm and infinitely more powerful than her, they crashed over her again and again.
Bound, with only half her strength, Athena could not fight them. She was running out of air.
She was drowning.