Poseidon (wheresmytrident) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-09-23 23:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | ares, poseidon |
Catch me as I fall; say you're here and it's all over now.
Who: Ares (ares_godofwar) and Poseidon (wheresmytrident) [Closed Narrative]
What: Poseidon's home is now a refugee camp temporary shelter.
Where: Hawaii~
When: Tuesday evening.
Warnings: None.
When Ares showed up outside his front door with a duffel bag and a forced smile, Poseidon knew that his vacation away from family and its cycles of drama and tragedy was coming to an end. And though he was thoroughly enjoying his time away, he wasn't one to turn family away or want to ask too many questions - even if he was curious as to how Ares of all gods managed to find him all the way out here.
"Wasn't expecting to see you," Poseidon commented as he closed the door and locked it, turning to face Ares' back as the bag was dropped unceremoniously to the floor and the god took up the warm couch for temporary residence.
"Not that surprising though, given the circumstances."
"I didn't leave because of him. It was just good timing. And you're in the yellow pages. Last name was kinda obvious."
"Uh huh."
Ares gave him this look that was unnervingly reminiscent of Zeus' when he didn't want to argue any more and just wanted Poseidon to take his word for it.
"Hungry? There's still some fish and chips with my germs on it on the table. I might have a few cans of beer in the fridge too."
The god of war didn't need to be told to make himself at home. The chips were soggy, the fish was cold and the beer had been expired for over a year, but there was a non-leaky roof over his head provided by a welcoming, non-nagging uncle, and he wasn't about to complain.
"What's this?"
"What's what? Oh - blueprints for my home."
"This ain't yer home?"
"No it's not. It's just a house; and not a house I built from scratch. It's not the one I want to be spending the rest of my life in."
Ares didn't think he'd ever understand that, but Poseidon didn't expect him to.
"This room design - it's real familiar."
"Yes. It's modelled after a room in my underwater palace all those eons ago."
"Oh okay. I can help out if you want. Aren't you getting a little too old to do all this heavy-lifting anyway?"
Poseidon's smile widened. It would have been a real accomplishment to have done it all by himself, but there was nothing wrong with getting Ares to take his mind off things. The sea god had always refrained from interfering with others - especially since he wasn't really qualified to comment on something like childrearing - but something was irrevocably wrong with his younger brother's family when one of his two legitimate sons was so... damaged, and didn't even want to see him; out of hatred, anger, fear, possibly self-loathing.
"I don't see why not, Ares. That would be great."
He might get in trouble for housing the war god in his spare room, but he wasn't too fazed by that prospect, watching late-night television while thinking of better ways to distribute the uneven load on his work-in-progress home. It's not his fault for wanting to build on a slope.