Who: Veronica and Bernie [NPC] Reppyi and Open What: Mall adventures When: Sunday, early afternoon, December 5, 2010 Where: A mall Warnings: TBD
No school and no work for her and her son had decided that today he wanted to pick out presents for his grandparents and for the Secret Santa project his school was holding. He'd already learned Santa wasn't technically real (although she'd eased that wound by telling him the principle of the idea existed), which put her at ease at taking him with her on shopping trips like these.
She knew he was fishing for his own gifts, and she had to admire his stealth in that, but she was adamant about not giving a thing away. Instead she'd let him have some money and was watching him debate over which present was more fitting. He really was growing up too fast. It seemed like yesterday when they'd put a screaming bundle in her arms, and now he was eight already and acting so serious.
He had his moods, but like all mothers she knew that he was going to go far. But unlike most she didn't want him to be a politician. Those tended to end up corrupt.
She smiled as her son came to a decision and with all the seriousness he could muster proudly bought the toy. At least the clerk was helpful enough and the proud smile he beamed as he ran over to her, purchase firm in hand, made the entire ordeal worthwhile. With a smile she ruffled his hair before taking his hand and leaving the store, listening eagerly to what, and why, he'd bought the toy.
It wasn't as if the sea king was actually vying for his wife's attentions to scour the land for some sort of prize. She knew her place, and that's all he needed to present her with. The fact of the matter was she hung over his head how he'd bended down on knee and begged her to be his, and after the previous week perhaps he'd find something worthy to adorn her beautiful neck when he didn't want to strangle it.
Secretaries were better at this sort of thing, but after the tragic mishap of being caught with her skirt up, well he didn't have a secretary anymore. Not yet anyway. The dark shades still planted on his nose as he walked in, finding the crowds of people a little too claustrophobic, and wasn't above pushing them out of his way. His phone rang at that moment, business deals no less that took more than a few seconds of time. He took a seat on one of the open benches, glasses coming off his very dominant nose to reveal those sea blue eyes that looked like the ocean depths he rose from.
She was still eagerly listening to the over-excited chatter of her son as she passed the man. Something about him made her set and arm on her son's shoulder and hold him closer. She'd always been good with instincts, except for when she got horribly drunk and threw them out the window, and now listened to them.
There was something familiar about him, too but she focused on her son, who had given her an odd look at the sudden show of protection. "Go on." She'd rather he not worry. Bernie was sweet but worried over her, when the worry was supposed to be her job.
Poseidon wasn't aware of eyes on him until he slapped the phone closed, seeing who the first face was he could throw it at. Instead he leaned against the bench, propping his arms up along the back.
He looked around then, setting his eyes on the beautiful woman straddling the kid between her arms. He titled his head finding something vaguely familiar about her, which was where the intrigued smirk came in. It wasn't a greeting, it was an invitation.
And then she turned around, the smirk just earning the man a roll of her eyes. She'd normally find out why he looked familiar, but she had her son to think of. Luckily there was a store nearby, "come luv, let's go find me a sweater." While her son groaned it was a perfect distraction to move away from the strange man. Something still didn't feel right about the entire thing.