enosichthon (enosichthon) wrote in metempsychosis, @ 2011-10-13 13:57:00 |
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Current mood: | annoyed |
Entry tags: | medusa, persephone, poseidon, triton |
Sixteen
[Since returning from the maenad hunt, Poseidon achieved what he set out to. He may not have all of them in his possession, but three was one up from the rest and better than none. During his trip however, Chelsea had been under Triton's care. While the boy had done well, his girl was safe, she now had fanciful ideas of learning Russian and trying to tell him what to do.
"You never told me you were in a gulag," Chelsea said to Poseidon as he sat down on the couch with a glass of whiskey. It burned a little more than usual and his brows crossed.
"Where did you hear that?" Without a second thought she waved it off to Triton. Poseidon had never made mention of his other lives to anyone. Not Aphrodite, not Medusa, not Chelsea's mother, and definitely not Chelsea. It made him angry, even more so when she was defiant on learning it as if it would impress him. Their argument spiraled more, causing him to up and leave when she asked him about Medusa. The girl was young, not yet learned in the ways of love, but she could tell there was a spark in her father's interest with the snake woman. She'd never even seen him look at her mother in that way.]
Always nice to have an extra hand or two around the office. I think I'm getting used to this gig and my new employees. Show them a little money, a place to crash and they do whatever you ask. Reminds me of old days.
Triton, I hear you're teaching Chelsea Russian? Perhaps you could have informed me before opening that fish-mouth of yours.