I drew a line for you... oh what a thing to do. Who: Cronus (usurped_usurper) [Narrative] What: Reflections. Where: Cronus' place. When: After returning from their roadtrip. Warnings: None.
Their world hangs in the balance, the way they used to weigh portions of death on their scales, determining which hero is to die with glory and which is to win with honour. Cronus is not a man of many words - he scours and pours over texts, letting the words come to him instead. When you reach a certain age, you come to a realisation of how ephemeral and futile everything was, including your words.
Mortals were better than gods at that. They reached that age a lot faster.
Rhea didn't seem all too pleased to be dragged along in their roadtrip. Cronus enjoyed spending time with Pallas - he was like family, like the type of son Cronus could put up with and resist nibbling on, except they were too old and too weary to be playing family games now, and names were much easier to deal with than titles and formalities.
Cronus picked up a small marble statue on the road. It was of an eagle with gems for eyes, a fish clutched in its talons. He replaced the fruit basket with the statue and spent hours marvelling at it.
Rhea makes a passing comment about it being a little grim, a little morbid. Cronus doesn't make a passing comment on how it reminds him of their sons, and how grim and morbid the Greek story was.
"You never cared about them anyway."
"No. I suppose you're right."
That's why he jumpstarted an age-old pattern and subsequently took the weights off the scale and brought everything to a standstill. He was no father, not a man who sought such a title, or thought it important. But he was a good teacher.
A lesson in life everyone ought to be reminded of every once in a while, even the sons he couldn't care less about; you sleep in the bed that you have made, you reap what you sow. Be it a woman, or the whole world - when life becomes nothing like what you thought it would be, and the illusions shatter like a fragile old mirror, no one is going to clean up after you.
With Hades he had said it explicitly, because his eldest son actually made use of the brain inside his head and could contend with words. Zeus, on the other hand, like his own sons, had to learn things the hard way.