Hermes (ever_mercurial) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2011-01-15 18:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | hephaestus, poseidon |
Who: Poseidon and Hephaestus
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: Poseidon/Amph's condo
What: We have business to discuss, now gimmie your daughter project time
Warnings: None
Note: Reposted as a favour
With the doors to his office being closed for the weekend Poseidon had initiated that Hephaestus meet him at the penthouse. There was still a mess on his office floor to have picked up when he returned Monday morning. For now he left it like a kid who'd played with his toys and expected the maid to do the clean-up.
Settling himself at the bar in the pool room, Poseidon poured a glass of scotch, swishing the liquid around in it's glass before downing a good half. With a grunt and shake of his head he slapped it down on the counter pouring another. Amphitrite was lazying around. He had to say even with her in the same house he felt more apart from her then when running around the city. It was incredibly frustrating this situation as it was, the previous night with Mara proving to him all too clearly the hold Amphitrite had on him right now. He was obsessed, and when Poseidon had his sights focused he couldn't let the object of his affections go until he obtained what he wanted. Right now that target was Amphitrite, and right now she needed him in ways beyond physicality.
Another glass.
Hephaestus had agreed to meet because he'd taken the project, and he was going to see it through to the end. The fact that his uncle was talking to his daughters had set him a bit on edge, but until he actually did something, all he could do was keep a watchful eye out.
He knocked, waiting for Poseidon to come and answer the door.
Poseidon heard the knock exiting out of the bar to let his guest in. He had instructed Amphitrite that this was business and she needn't disturb business. He didnt need her knowing what he was doing even if she'd asked.
Opening the door Poseidon greeted Hephaestus, glass still within his hand as he let the lame god in.
"Drink?" he said holding up his glass and downing what was left of the alcohol.
"Yes, thank you," Hephaestus replied, stepping inside and closing the door. He could tell Poseidon had already had a few of his own, which could be good or bad, he'd have to wait and see.
Amphitrite's almost-completed ring was resting safely in a box in his pocket, as promised. It still needed to be polished, and the setting reinforced so the stone wouldn't fall out, but at least it was tangible progress he could show to Poseidon.
"So, Uncle, how was Hawaii?" he asked, trying to break the rather tense silence.
Poseidon ushered him in, passing by Amphitrite who had been wondering around the house. Cleaning, keeping herself occupied. He gave her a slight nod of his head before heading back towards the bar in the other room.
He gave Hephaestus a glass, pouring the scotch as well as refiling his own for the forth time. The alcohol waved around him like a cologne, but he wasn't the least bit feeling the buzz. He downed it again, a grunt in response to the question.
"Cloudy," he said taking a seat.
Oh, so that's how this visit was going to play out? Fine, then.
"I'm sorry to hear that," he said, accepting the glass and taking the opposite chair. "I've always meant to visit the islands, I've just never found the time, for some reason."
He took a fortifying sip of scotch, then asked, "So I assume you'd like to see the progress I've made on the ring?"
"I was bored and I'm choosing to not deal with this. I can't forgive her." it was honest, despite Poseidon's ugly reputation he wasn't going to squeal like a pig, but he wasn't going to lie either. Amphitrite wasn't exactly making this easy.
The alcohol burned. Another.
At the mention of the little project he cast his glance to the door to be sure Amphitrite had taken heed to his demands. She was to not interact while Hephaestus was here.
"I would."
Hephaestus toyed with the box in his pocket for a moment. The ring had turned out rather...differently than he'd imagine, but that happened sometimes when he made things. He just hoped Poseidon would like it.
"I used the sea stones, as you requested," he began, opening the box. "I thought the small dots of silver looked like stones on the sea floor, and the swirls were like waves."
He placed the box on the desk so Poseidon could have a closer look if he wanted to. "So what do you think, Uncle? It still needs to be polished up, and I want to reinforce the setting for the stones, but other than that, I'm all but finished."
Poseidon didn't mind if Hephaestus pulled his own ideas as long as they came together right. He wasn't going to just slap any ring on Amphitrite's finger.
Taking the box he picked it up, looking at the ring inside before pulling it out. He spoke not a word as he circled it around in his hands. Nice cuts, decent design, different from what he'd been imagining, but not half bad.
He was lost there for a moment, oddly remembering the first time he'd set a ring in her hand. It lasted for an instant before he snapped back, putting the ring back in it's box.
"When can you have this done? The weekend?" He pushed the box forward, fingers linking together to rest against his lip as he placed his elbows on the desk, giving Hephaestus a strong look.
"It's a masterful piece of work," he finally stated, giving Hephaestus the praise he deserved.
"I could most likely have it finished by Saturday afternoon," Hephaestus replied, watching Poseidon examine the ring. At least he hadn't said anything either way yet.
Upon hearing the praise, he let out a silent exhale. "Thank you so much, Uncle, I'm so pleased you like it. And I hope that Amphitrite will as well."
He finished off the rest of his drink in one long swallow. "Speaking of Amphitrite, how is she faring?"
"Good. Not a day later, if you will." Poseidon sat back in his chair, laying his foot over the opposite leg at the knee. "It's not what I expected, but you know your stuff. I gave you permission to be creative."
His finger tapped against the arm of the chair. "She is as well as she can be, still recuperating." He turned his head seeing her go by, cleaning and whatever else it was she did during the day. He was sure the woman had damn near wiped the same doorknob at least five times before moving on. "I don't know what's going on, honestly. She's being a tight ass and not telling me anything."