Kratos (ex_fortified267) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-02-06 18:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | cronus, hypnos, kratos, poseidon |
Who: Hypnos, Kratos, and Poseidon - mentions of Cronus
What: Rescuing Poseidon, Take Two
Where: Cronus' Apartment
When: Saturday Afternoon
Warnings: None
Two gods stood on the sidewalk outside of Cronus’ apartment building – one stoically brooding and the other half asleep. They said nothing, merely glanced at each other before heading inside. After shrugging off the inquisitive doorman (Hypnos had to convince Kratos to leave the man unscathed), the pair made their way into the elevator and up to the sixth floor.
Strength cracked his knuckles. Sleep slumped against the wall.
“You do your thing. I’ll do mine. We’ll be fine.” Kratos rolled his shoulders from front to back, glaring at the elevator door as if it had offended him.
Hypnos didn’t seem to be paying attention. The only reply he gave was a low hum of acknowledgment as the lift came to a halt.
“Right. Let’s do this.”
The two of them exited the elevator side by side, pausing when they arrived at Cronus’ door. Hypnos closed his eyes and went still, focusing on the energy inside.
“It’s just Cronus and Poseidon,” he said, taking a step ahead. He placed both his palms on the door, leaning forward slightly and taking a deep breath in. For a moment it appeared as if he had fallen asleep on his feet.
“You done yet?” Kratos shifted impatiently, squaring his shoulders into a rigid line.
“Quiet.” The god of sleep exhaled, breathing out a fine, black mist that disappeared through the wood of the door. One minute went by, and then another, before Hypnos finally opened his eyes and stepped away. “Done.”
“So he’s asleep?”
“That is what ‘done’ means.” A hint of a grin tugged at Hypnos’ lips. “Yes.”
It only took a moment for Kratos to break down the door, bursting into the apartment in a flurry of splintered wood and clenched fists. He took a quick look around before stalking through the room, his accomplice trailing a few steps behind.
“He’ll be out for a while,” Hypnos said, taking a second to admire a painting on the wall. “No need to rush.”
But Kratos was in no mood for wasting time. He found Cronus on the kitchen floor, unharmed and fast asleep. Hypnos entered the room a moment later, crouching down next to the body as if admiring a job well done. Kratos pushed him aside, reaching down to grab Cronus by the collar, and Hypnos didn’t need to be psychic to tell what was coming next.
“Put that away,” he said, placing a hand over Kratos’ fist before the Titan had a chance to shatter Cronus’ jaw. The two gods stared at each other – one seething, the other exceedingly calm. Hypnos sighed and pried Kratos’ fingers away from Cronus’ shirt. “We’re here to get Poseidon. So let’s get him.”
It took every ounce of strength that Kratos had to leave the bastard there in one piece, but he knew that Hypnos had a point. Zeus would be the one to plan Cronus’ death, the one to deal the final blow. Kratos wouldn’t deny his king that pleasure. But that didn’t stop him from placing a well aimed kick to the unconscious god’s ribs – just a little something to remember the encounter by.
Shaking his head, Hypnos sighed in exasperation and followed Kratos into one of the bedrooms. Poseidon was sleeping on the bed, unbound and apparently unhurt. The two gods stood there for a moment, before the gentler of the two took a step forward and placed a hand on the Olympian’s shoulder.
“Wake up.”