Who: Poseidon and Amphitrite What: Paranoid, pissed, dirt-digging wifey knows your secret, Poseidon. When: Monday, December 20th, 2010 Where: Poseidon's office Warnings: Expect mild violence and lotsa language.
After Poseidon's little announcement that Hawaii would be delayed and talk of secrets that he couldn't discuss over the internet (let's face it it's better they didn't) Amphitrite was more than paranoid. She was suspicious. Something in her mind said that this wasn't just him being a cheating bastard. Her cheating bastard, but that was beside the point. She wanted to know what the hell was going on and she wanted to know now.
So she did a little digging. Okay, a lot of digging. She spent some time reading through everything her husband had commented to, which had made her eyes blurry by the time she found what she was looking for. It wasn't every day that Poseidon had an interest in children. And what he didn't know was that Amphitrite knew his password. So that conversation had only gone unnoticed to everyone else around them. Recognize your name? Another of his floozies perhaps?
Amphitrite did not have suspicions for no reason. Usually her gut was right when it came to these things. She had been right about every other fling her darling husband had had so far. Why would this be no different? Grabbing her coat she left. She would not sit around all day waiting for answers. She wanted answers now and she would get them.
Without so much as a word to the new receptionist she opened the door to Poseidon's office. For now she held back the rage that was bubbling inside of her like a volcano waiting to erupt. Just her luck, he was actually alone. As she crossed the room to his desk the door closed loudly behind her. "Who the hell is Veronica and why are you so interested in her son?"
It was only a matter of time before Amphitrite put her senses to the test to figure out what he wouldn't tell her. Before she came in the nagging housewife making demands of him again. It was enough to give an old god a headache.
He didn't flinch as she approached, simply unbuttoning the collar of his shirt and throwing the tie across his desk.
"A little paranoid," he said raising one brow. "I'm busy," Poseidon said snubbing her over. He didn't want to talk about this right now. "Go home."
Amphitrite was practically fuming. She would not leave until she had answers. "I thought I was just being paranoid before, until I found your little conversation with that woman and her son. She said she recognized your name and you went on about how there's more to that boy." She had even printed off the conversations and threw the copies at him.
"I have every reason to be paranoid, Poseidon. You run off with one filthy slut after another and you expect me to be the doting housewife as though nothing is going on. I'm sick and tired of it."
She was pointing at him accusingly now, "What is your interest in them? Tell me!"
As he stood the paper she threw slapped him in the face. All but one sheet landed on the floor at his feet. He balled it up, his own anger riled up.
Amphitrite's temper matched his own. She had grown into a jealous wife. He would do nothing to stop Amphitrite's rage on Veronica, but with a son of his thrown in he did his best to ward her off.
He slapped her accusing hand away, hand tightening around her arm. "Don't," he warned her. He wasn't going to have her displaying his list of transgressions to rub in his face.
"You keep your distance you hear me?" those cold blue eyes. "The boy is mine." He'd said it so cold, and he was sure he could hear her heart breaking.
He'd better damn well be happy he only slapped away her hand. Amphitrite was ready to get physical over this if she had to.
And then the simple phrase the boy is mine hit her ears. She had suspected as much but actually hearing him say it only made it worse.
All the rage she felt seemed to triple yet at the same time her face expressed nothing but heartbreak. How many more times had he had children with other women besides her? They were countless.
She pulled away from him as forcefully as she possibly could. Her voice was quiet, filled with anger and sorrow. "I've never been good enough. All these centuries you've come home to me but it's not my bed you want. Vows mean nothing to you you arrogant bastard. I'm finished. I'll not have you break my heart every day just so you can pleasure yourself." She had backed away until she was inches from the door, quiet sobs just barely heard. It didn't matter that there were others besides this boy. She had had enough.
"Your not going anywhere," he said stiffly, forcing her back, the grip on her arm not relenting. She didn't understand that unquenchable desire to have more. It wasn't her. She was perfect. Beautiful, strong, and the only woman he would ever share his heart with. He'd never let her go because of that. Once she walked out of his life she took a part of him with her. He couldn't give her that pleasure. He wouldn't lose his grip.
Those tears though, they stained her cheeks, and while his face showed no outward sign of concern, it was there.
"Let go. You're hurting me," she said just as stiffly. No amount of struggling worked and it seemed like his grip only grew tighter. It was starting to truly frighten her. This was all too reminiscent of a time long ago.
Even so, those tears kept falling and this time it wasn't out of fear of being had. This time is was because of how much pain he was causing her. "I've never been enough for you. Why can't you just let me go?" She sobbed.
He flung her back towards the middle of the room letting go of her arm, his other hand bracing against the door. He would barricade her from walking out. She couldn't go, she wouldn't go.
"Stop it, stop your crying," he couldn't stand it, it made everything from his insides feel like it was being wrung out. His fist hit against the door causing a startled yelp from outside the door from the receptionist.
Locking the handle, Poseidon approached Amphitrite, both hands gripping her arms though not as tight as he had just moments before. "You can't leave me," he stated, though there was an edge of desperation there. He'd never thought she'd even consider it.
She fell to the ground, having not expected that. Bracing herself she managed to stop most of the impact with her arms. She wasn't able to stop the bloody lip, however. Even as she stood back up and touched where she felt the sudden warmth her lip was swelling where she had bit it.
She had been foolish to think he would never hurt her physically, even if this had been an accident. Somehow she couldn't make herself stop crying. Years and years of emotional pain came pouring out and she simply couldn't stop. His hitting the door didn't help because now she was more terrified than anything.
"Then stop all of this. Stop sleeping around. Don't you see how much it hurts me? I can't stand it anymore. I'm not happy. You've made me a fish out of water. I'm drying up faster than you can water me. Please," she was literally begging at this point, "just stop."
Women had come and gone but Amphitrite, that was his treasure, the soul that he didn't have. The bright light that was hidden by his own monstrosity. Poseidon had turned himself into this a long time ago to the point where turning back wasn't possible. Amphitrite was that glimmer to a possible better man he had a hard time finding.
"I promise you nothing," he seethed coldly forcing her back on her feet. He couldn't stand to see her beg, not like that. She was trying to cage him. Yet, perhaps all this time he had caged her afraid of what she'd do without him. "Except..." his hand brushed against the side of her face, "that I love you," and he meant it, but that sweetness quickly turned sour as he grabbed a hold of her jaw. "No," he spoke in a terrifying deep voice.
And there it was. The thing she had been expecting. She knew he would never change. Not for her. Not for anyone. She had no more words. Hot, bitter tears continued to fall and she felt her knees turn to jello.
For a moment she was held up by him before she allowed herself to lean against him until she had the strength to stand again. When she did she stared at him, forcing herself to stop crying. "Can you get me a ride home?"
She stayed limply in his arms causing him to re-think what he'd just said. What he wouldn't give to tell her he could give her what she desired the most. "Amphitrite," he whispered, cheek resting against her hair. He wiped the tears from her cheeks. While their fighting could be a highlight, this wasn't pleasant. She was guilt-tripping him for something he'd only learned just yesterday.
He held her there for a moment. When he released her he gave her one warning. "No more foolish talk of leaving. Understood?"
No amount of swooning or gentleness would get her to open up now. It was no guilt trip, just Amphitrite tired and exhausted from centuries of internal struggles and heartbreak. She didn't respond at the sound of her name. Even if she had turned into a jealous, possessive wife she hadn't realized the extent of his possessiveness. Her reasons were because of vows and promises she had made and now her eyes were fully open.
One simple nod was all she offered. She trusted him to get her home safely, she gave him that much. Without saying anything she walked to the door, fumbling momentarily with the lock before the little metallic clinking sound issued through the room.