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Who: Briareos and Kymopoleia
When: Thursday night, January 12th
What: Poseidon has set up for his favorite son-in-law and daughter to meet, reunions in the worst of ways.
Where: Poseidon's apartment
Warnings: Language, violence, freak-outs!

It had rained the entire flight to New York, giving Briareos the opportunity to wonder how he'd let Poseidon talk him into the transformation. His shop had been closed down, his entire life in California shaken up. There was nothing tying him anywhere making Poseidon's manipulative argument quite convincing. Maybe this time outside of other immortals, away from people like himself, had had some hand in picking him apart. Since losing all the parts that had made him the grand, magnificent monster he'd been, Briareos had never quite felt the same. The years had mellowed him out considerably, but Poseidon's influence in just a few hours had made all the difference in the world. It brought back a time that had been lost and forgotten. A time when he was far more powerful than he stood in this skinny form.

There was also the enticement in the wife he'd never loved. What monster as he'd been ever known what love was? He'd been enclosed in tight places since being conceived in Gaia's womb. Kymopoleia had been a gift from the very man that brought him to New York now. It was as if he was being given the opportunity again. Bad memories aside, Briareos was a far more human man than he'd ever been in his past life. He'd enveloped the form he held now out of survival. It had changed in how he appeared, how he carried himself, even how he spoke. He was more a man than he ever wished to be. He found semblance in body art, reaching out for all those lost limbs and places he couldn't obtain anymore. Now, he was having to start over from the beginning, finding a life here in an unknown city.

Poseidon had set him up in a hotel for the time being until he found a space on his own. Around 6 o'clock he'd received a message to meet at Poseidon's apartment. Kymopoleia had no idea that Briareos was anywhere near by, she was simply to be a piece in her father's game. She'd threatened him, disrespected him, and this was dear old daddy's way of giving reward. When Briareos arrived Kymopoleia would be alone, Poseidon purposefully skipping out for the night for what could be a bloody reunion. He'd instructed Kymopoleia to watch the furniture and how much soiled his floor. Though she hardly had any idea to the real surprise under his instruction.

Briareos knocked on the door expecting to see Poseidon on the other end. There was a very different story waiting on the other side.

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[info]waveranging
2012-01-12 02:11 pm UTC (link) Track This
Poseidon had been eating her fucking ice-cream. Somehow that pissed her off more than the fact that he was blackmailing her to live with him. (Maybe it was just that any missing ice-cream was on top of her being forced to live with him.)

The most frustrating part - the part that made her want to crawl into his room at night and slit his throat - was that he acted like this was all her idea. Like she wanted to stay here and had forced this onto him. Fucking dick.

(Her subtle act of revenge yesterday had been to redye her hair and make sure to leave stains of blue over as much pale expensive things as possible.)

Kymopoleia pulled out what was left the rocky road and felt the tingle of an immortal move down her spine. Greek, most certainly, was what she thought as she made her way to the door, spoon in her mouth. Not many of them made social calls to her father though but maybe she'd get lucky and this would be an attempted murder? She'd have to give them his office number in that case.

The expression on her face was bored and questioning as she unlocked the door and it remained that way for a few moments as she looked at the god standing there.

Until she recognised him. And the moment that happened she dropped the ice-cream in wide-eyed shock, the spoon clattering out of the container and across the tiles.

Shaking her head quickly, Kymopoleia backed up in horror. Briareos. Different, yes, but there was no mistaking him even here. The only thing in this long immortal life that had ever truly terrified her, her husband, the monster.

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[info]metacarpus
2012-01-12 03:22 pm UTC (link) Track This
Poseidon had made mention of Kymopoleia but he had no expectations of seeing her tonight. Poseidon was as a conniving bastard as ever. It was enough to make him grin ever so slightly. He stepped inside the open doorway running a hand through his thin hair.

"Poseidon at home?" His speech wasn't nearly as archaic as it had once been. She looked nearly the same as he remembered, different hair but still the beauty.

As he stepped in he picked up the spoon she'd dropped waving it in front of her.

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[info]waveranging
2012-01-12 03:41 pm UTC (link) Track This
Kymopoleia's back had hit a wall and she swallowed, looking around herself quickly for something she could use to protect herself. But there was nothing at hand and she looked back at her husband - smaller, thinner, looking so much more like a man than the monster she knew he was.

"Get out." She wanted those words to be a vicious hiss, a violent command, but they came out sounding to her like a desperate plea. She sounded like a little girl again, like the nymph he'd known in Greece before he'd broken and turned her into something else.

The woman she was today was because of Briareos. It was he who had stripped away every strip of kindness from her soul and made her cruel and uncaring. It was his own cruelty that had forced her to build an armour around herself that no one could break.

And yet now with him here, that woman was fading and fear was replacing her.

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[info]metacarpus
2012-01-12 03:59 pm UTC (link) Track This
Briareos set the spoon on the nearby table holding his hands up. He had not desire to start a spat with her. Unless she came at him, he had no reason to throw punches.

At her desperate attempt to command him he laughed heading toward the door. "No," he shut the door and settled himself on the couch. "Your father asked me to come," he threw up his hands, "So I'll wait." Though he had to wonder if this had been Poseidon's plan all along. There was a sense of power circling the room already at just being near another. Kymopoleia made it easy with her whimpering display, but Briareos wasn't the monster anymore. He could be if she tested his limits, but not in any outward appearance. What he was now was all that was left.

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[info]waveranging
2012-01-12 04:15 pm UTC (link) Track This
The door clicked shut and something in Kymopoleia snapped.

This had been Poseidon's doing. Knowing how much she hated Briareos he had brought him here. He'd left Kymopoleia alone with Briareos. Any idea she might have had that Poseidon actually cared about her in fashion was wiped cleanly away. Nothing lingered of whatever they had had in the days after Poseidon had returned to life.

And now she was in a locked room with Briareos because Poseidon had willed it. He had brought Briareos here to terrify and intimidate her and-

NO.

Kymopoleia threw herself at Briareos, hitting and tearing and hissing like a creature possessed. It wasn't a completely unfamiliar display. So often in their married life she had fought against him like this before being almost immediately (and violently) stopped. He'd always been stronger than her. He could throw her off him without even trying.

But now, like then, she didn't care. Even the painful suffering that would come later was worth it because it meant she was still fighting back.

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[info]metacarpus
2012-01-12 04:25 pm UTC (link) Track This
Briareos' teeth barred at her violent attack, fighting off her hits, kicks and claws. She scratched the side of his face, warranting a tight grip on her arms. She thrashed more as he braced her back, but all the movement tumbled them both onto the floor. He used this to his advantage when he landed on top of her, holding her arms over her head to keep those nails at a distance.

"Stop," he commanded forcefully, his voice was the only domineering thing he had when his body held little strength in comparison to old days. Now it felt as if he and Kymopoleia were equals in that realm, and that was a ghastly discovery.

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[info]waveranging
2012-01-12 04:32 pm UTC (link) Track This
If Briareos found that discovery ghastly, Kymopoleia found it to be utterly empowering. She fought with him and for the first time Briareos wasn't stronger than her. Here in this flimsy human body of his they were almost equally matched and there was no way that Kymopoleia was going to stop just because he told her too.

With her strength, Kymopoleia brought her knee up between his legs. "Worthless scum!" she hissed, teeth bared.

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[info]metacarpus
2012-01-12 04:46 pm UTC (link) Track This
He'd left a clear red mark across her face as the back of his hand smacked her cheek. He wasn't going to be doubled over by her. His own violent display came to a halt the moment her knee sacked him in the groin.

He rolled off her, hands grabbing at the affliction and writhing on the floor. It felt like minutes ticking by instead of seconds, eyes shut tight waiting for the pain to subside. In this form, pain was evident. He wasn't about to let her triumphantly hang that over him.

On his hands and knees he gradually made his way back to his feet, snaking his long arms around her and shoving her against the wall. It put another barrier between her.

"If I wasn't mistaken," he caught his breath, "you seem happy to see me," he said through his teeth.

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[info]waveranging
2012-01-12 05:00 pm UTC (link) Track This
"I'm going to tear your guts out and feed them back to you," Kymopoleia spat before tearing her sharp nails down his cheek. "Not stronger than me now. You're nothing now."

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[info]metacarpus
2012-01-12 05:04 pm UTC (link) Track This
"Are you?" He tightened his grip, arms like a python around her. He was laughing at her with that remark, not taking any shit from her. He'd once been able to bring her to her knees puddled in tears, tears he'd never understood.

Blood coated her fingernails as he felt the skin peel back from his cheek. There was no monster inside trying to break through this skin. Just flesh and muscle.

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[info]waveranging
2012-01-12 05:17 pm UTC (link) Track This
He bled. That this monster could bleed just like he'd made her do a thousand times was a complete revelation and it only gave Kymopoleia further strength.

He had her pinned though and so Kymopoleia darted her head forward and sunk her teeth into his cheek, her bite finding purchase and letting her taste blood. She'd tear him apart. She'd rip down everything he was just like she'd done to him.

His grip loosened - hardly anything at all really - and Kymopoleia used that and shoved him back away from her, making him land in the open pantry. Quickly she slammed the door shut on him and pressed herself against it, trying to work out if she could reach a knife before he got out.

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[info]metacarpus
2012-01-12 05:26 pm UTC (link) Track This
His hands grasped her neck too little too late, her bite earning a groan of displeasure, seething between his teeth. The last arm remaining around her was broken as he slapped a hand to his face.

He fell back onto the floor, cans and boxes dropping around his head. He couldn't get to his feet fast enough as that light faded out to complete darkness in that tight squeezed pantry.

Eyes turned completely black, panic striking his system. He tore at his throat, a hallowed scream breaking free as he slammed all his body weight against the door. The floor and the door shook with the first bit of encouraging strength he found.

"Ky!" He screamed in a voice that seemed far more terrified than a command. He clawed at the door backing up and shoving his weight against it. "LET ME OUT!" There was panic in his voice.

Another shrill scream broke out, sweat beading down his forehead as he continued to slam against the wall.

"KYYYYYYY!"

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[info]waveranging
2012-01-12 05:33 pm UTC (link) Track This
It wouldn't be until later that she would recognise what she was hearing from him as fear. It was completely foreign on Briareos. She was the one who had always been fearful, not him.

But at that moment she didn't have time to think about it. He threw himself at the door and the blue-haired nymph gritted her teeth as she struggled to keep it closed.

She had to get out of here. Any way she could.

Sliding down to the floor, Kymopoleia struggled to reach one of the stools with her leg while still keeping the door closed. By the time the managed to hook it with her foot and drag it close, she was almost in desperate tears. Trying to ignore his shouting and thrashing from inside she shoved the stool under the door handle to try and keep it jammed shut. It wouldn't last long, she was sure, but Kymopoleia just needed enough time to get away.

As soon as it was in place she ran to the door, unbolting it again quickly and then rushing out into the corridor and away. She just had to get away, somewhere, anywhere far from Briareos. It didn't even matter where.

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[info]metacarpus
2012-01-12 06:29 pm UTC (link) Track This
By the time he pried open the door his heart was racing so fast he could hear it against his eardrums. He was short of breath, collapsing on his back as soon as he crawled put of the pantry.

His back slammed against the floor, immobile while he starred up at the ceiling. A shaky hand felt his cheek, just trying to control his breathing before heading back to his hotel.

Kymopoleia was nowhere to he found.