Who: Poseidon [Narrative] Where: Penthouse When: Sunday afternoon, December 26, 2011 (before Amph was retrieved and found in Greece and brought back) What: A guilty conscious Warnings: Talk of violence
He missed her.
The world was off balance without her, and New York had not ceased from the minor tremors since he'd found out of her escape. He'd tear her apart when he found her, inside and out. Make her regret ever making such a decision. Make her feel the mistake she'd made. He wouldn't hurt her but damn if he wouldn't fuck her from here to the end of next week to make her remember. Once he found her.
The gift he'd had planned for her slipped between his fingers, the metal chain draping over his hand as he stared off into space. He was distracted like this, weakening himself as he ran off his tirades on the city below. Between the quakes and raising sea level he was exhausting himself while he sent off spies to locate his darling wife. Demeter had found out his anger when in some twisted way he'd set out to reach and release his hate, Amphitrite wasn't there to take the lashings, so someone needed to.
Demeter, the sister he'd loved, or lusted after. Perhaps Amphitrite had been a subsequent alternative, but she'd become his.
Poseidon balled the chain around his fist, letting the metal tear at the crevices of his hand. It seemed he was always buying to vie for Amphitrite, he wasn't frivolous with many women. It was the closest to giving that Amphitrite would ever get except on the moments she stole from him.
Like this.
The blood was starting to numb in his fingers he held onto the piece of jewelry so tight. It was released the moment the phone rang and he eagerly picked it up, that husky voice tapping into the other line. "What?" His spies had found nothing thus far. Amphitrite had been good at covering her tracks, but Poseidon would find a weakness.
A few hours before there had been a lead somewhere overseas, but now his spy was informing him that they'd lost their lead. He could feel the blood rush to his head, veins popping across his forehead when he yelled into the phone. "I'm ordering you to find her or you will not live to see your next Christmas!" At that he slammed the phone down crushing the holder when he slung it across the room, ripping the cord from the wall.