Rhea (serves_stones) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-12-13 19:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | poseidon, rhea |
And the clock keeps on ticking through night-shattered skies
Who: Rhea (serves_stones) & Poseidon (wheresmytrident)
What: Making sure the boy doesn't bleed out.
Where: Cronus' place.
When: Sunday early morning.
Warnings: None.
When Rhea returned to Cronus a little past midnight, Poseidon was still where his father had left him; still bleeding, his face almost as white as a sheet. Cronus obviously didn't care about the mess the boy was making.
She watched her son silently, studied his face and wondered what he was thinking. If he was thinking anything at all or if he'd withdrawn to the world inside his head. And then he looked back at her. Those eyes, that look - she really had no idea where he got that from. From Gaia maybe. Definitely not from his parents.
Rhea had never been a good mother. In fact, she had never been a mother at all to her children. She hadn't held them after they were born - her husband had been faster - she hadn't raised them, hadn't pampered or punished them; she hadn't done anything mothers normally did for their children.
Here and now, however, she could make sure Poseidon stayed alive. He wouldn't be of much use dead.
"Show me."