Poseidon (wheresmytrident) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-10-11 13:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | poseidon, triton |
I can't stand to fly; I'm not that naive.
Who: Poseidon (wheresmytrident) and Triton (trident_conch)
What: House call, father-son reunion, etc.
Where: Maui, Hawaii.
When: Saturday afternoon.
Warnings: None.
It was one of those days - the sun was shining, it was a solid 26 or 27 degrees or so and Poseidon didn't want to get out of bed even though it was nearing the afternoon. He remembered waking up in the middle of the night to his door opening and to Ares' voice telling him something, probably mumbling something like 'okay' back and the door closed back to silence all over again. Although it might have been a strange dream.
When the light was streaming in through the gap between the curtains, the calling of the day could no longer be ignored.
Ares was nice enough to leave pancakes on the table with maple syrup and some blueberries, and it had Poseidon wondering why he always insisted he couldn't cook. Although granted, pancakes couldn't be that hard to make.
It was a little late for the morning routine of coffee and newspaper, but no one could really tell the difference without looking at the clock.