Amphitrite (ocean_swell) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-01-07 19:39:00 |
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Who: Amphitrite
What: Waking up
Where: Poseidon's home, Hawaii
When: January 7th, dusk at the change of the tide
She was not sleeping, so she should not have dreamed. She was not conscious, so she should not experience sensation. She was not human, so she should not live. The rational world had little business dealing with gods, and less when it dealt with oceans.
Amphitrite was the tide, and her spirit the water. It rose and fell and crashed against her skin in an attempt to escape the meager bonds of flesh, to join with the air and escape, to be absorbed once again into all things. The force of it was a constant pulse, a heartbeat. The blood in her body thinned to insignificance, a shadow to mimic the call of her spirit. Amphitrite grew pale as a mother-of-pearl, almost grey, iridescent.
Actions have consequences. The sea is unforgiving.
She dreamed in snatches of memories, portions of fantasies, measures of horror. Waves taller than the sky turned to blood. Seashells were broken, fragmented, burned. Her son was laughing. The great halls of her palace under the sea were abandoned, crumbling. Dolphins battled a sea serpent. The collection of pebbles in her hand shifted to her husband's eyes and turned to sand, dribbling out between her fingers. And there was music -- the music of the deep -- the siren call never heard so clearly on sand. The waves, they called to her, and she was bound, bound in this thing with its perilous breathing and its pain, and her home was long gone. Most had forgotten her name.
She longed to be swallowed up and swept into the deep.
But she was not. Piece by piece, Amphitrite felt her consciousness restored. Strength returned, pressing down into her as rocks sink into mud. And as her body became heavy all around her and her spirit was forced once again to rest, Amphitrite stirred. And when she woke, she woke completely.
She hurt. Weak as mist, Amphitrite attempted to turn to her side and lever herself up. In this endeavor, she entirely failed. With the last reserves of her strength, she wet her lips and called out for her husband. But Poseidon was not there.
Soon, she fell into a completely natural, healing sleep.