WHO: Kymopoleia & Poseidon WHEN: Monday evening WHERE: Poseidon's place WHAT: It's sort of like bonding? WARNINGS: language, attempted sexual assault
Kymopoleia ran her fingers silently along the edges of the bookcases in her father's study. She doubted he ever even read these books or cared. Probably they were only there for appearances, or maybe it had already been like this when he moved in. Kymopoleia didn't ask, and she didn't much care. She was only waiting for her father to come home.
She heard the sound of the door opening and went to sit down on the desk, two tumblers of scotch in her hand, one for her and one - when he stepped into the room - that she held out with a smile for him.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-10-31 08:56 pm UTC (link) Track This He hadn't long found a place of his own again, leaving Amphitrite's palace for when she decided to return. He hadn't half made the fuss he had when she disappeared the first time, but any longer and he'd kick up a stink, release his lackeys. He was giving her the freedom without pressuring her for the first time in their marriage. It was new, a little strange, and lonely.
Some of his things from his penthouse had been salvaged after he and Zeus' showdown. Most of which he'd displayed and bought decorating his space again to feel like himself. Too many things around to remind him of his missing wife scattered her apartment. Now it was all about him.
He was impressed to see Kymopoleia waiting for him when he came home from work. "You looking for candy? Got the wrong house baby girl." he smirked with a snorted laugh. "Where's your costume, hmmm?"
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[info]waveranging 2011-10-31 10:19 pm UTC (link) Track This Kymopoleia held the glass further out towards her father so he'd take it. "I'm more of a trick than a treat in general," she shrugged, taking a sip of her own scotch. And then, with a tilt of her head, she said, "This is my costume. I'm a bitchy sea nymph, isn't it obvious?" She smiled and it could have almost been considered sweet, were she not who she was, and were he not who he was.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-11-01 11:29 pm UTC (link) Track This Poseidon took hold of the glass offered, his fingers curling around it's base and slapping back the burning liquid for a good kick against the gut. It felt good. With an amused snort he looked her over, "Mmmm, not buying it, should have worn something a tad shorter," he made a motion with his hand, his voice too almost on an adoring level if it hadn't held that sarcasm.
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[info]waveranging 2011-11-02 05:57 am UTC (link) Track This "You don't think jeans work for a sea nymph?" Ky asked with a quirked eyebrow and an easy smile. "Because, speaking as the sea nymph herself, I think they do."
She leaned backwards and grabbed the scotch bottle, motioning for him to hold out his glass so she could refill it.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-11-02 12:04 pm UTC (link) Track This "I think tighter, a snarl and hair flying half back over a victim on the ground would seal the deal." He peeled off his coat and restricting tie, letting her refill the glass as he threw the suit onto the back of a chair.
Deft fingers loosened to collared shirt and another slap of alcohol to his stomach.
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[info]waveranging 2011-11-02 12:42 pm UTC (link) Track This Kymopoleia looked amused at her father. "You've put a lot more thought into Halloween than I have," she eventually told him.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-11-02 09:15 pm UTC (link) Track This Poseidon gave her a bland expression. "I've been a little bored." there wasn't much excitement going on with Zeus a stone popsicle. Hera hadn't even said a peep, he was tempted to torment his sister for old times sake, it was that time of year.
Grunting with that last flash of liquid booze, loosening his shirt from it's tucked position under his belt, stripping it back and heading to his room to change into less formal attire.
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[info]waveranging 2011-11-03 04:16 am UTC (link) Track This "Oh fuck," Ky groaned loud enough for him to hear, standing to follow him slowly. "If this means you're about to come out of there dressed in some homemade squid costume I'm so outta here."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-11-03 04:25 am UTC (link) Track This With a new shirt placed over, he started the buttons, his expression hardly changing from the bland one he'd given her. "Don't act like you wouldn't want to see that," he snorted. Jeans and black shoes completed the attire, not quite the moronic attire she teased him over, "More Zeus' gig to go animal." Though, it wasn't like Poseidon had never changed form, Demeter had witnessed that, it just wasn't his favorite past time like his little brother.
"I'd share the photos of it with the whole pantheon," Kymopoleia smiled sweetly. "Not that most of them would be all that surprised." She leaned against the doorframe and sipped her scotch.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-11-03 11:52 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select "Is there a reason you've invaded my space?" he asked with the tilt of his head, buttoning that last button and tucking in his shirt as he stepped through the doorway past her, sliding just ever so slightly against her. She wasn't making wild passes, she must be sick. "What do you want," his voice more a command with that deep, dark tone.
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[info]waveranging 2011-11-03 11:57 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select Kymopoleia shrugged and turned to follow him, but only with her eyes. "I was bored," was what she answered. "Besides," she smirked. "Didn't want you to get lonely in this place all by yourself."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-11-03 05:18 pm UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select "Awww, the little sea princess misses me," he said with that thick laced sarcasm. He straightened his belt, and picking up his keys on the table. "Well, are we staying here or going somewhere?" he gave a expectant look, spinning her around by the arm and pressing her toward the door.
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[info]waveranging 2011-11-03 06:01 pm UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select Kymopoleia raised an eyebrow as he practically herded her out the door. "What?" she asked him in amusement. "You wanna hit up some frat Halloween together or something?"
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"Lead on, baby girl. There's plenty of game at a frat house." It seemed her regular hangout, but on Halloween, there was a whole new plateau. If he'd actually thought about it, this was perhaps the first time he'd legitimately spent time with her willingly. Something had shifted after his stay in Greek hell, something the both of them were completely new to.
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"If you insist," Ky shrugged as they headed out. She had a car downstairs (not so much 'stolen' as... 'borrowed and might not be returned') and she drove them from his place out to one of the frat houses she knew that were always throwing parties.
Upon their entrance to the press of people a toga-clad boy near the door said, "dude, no costumes, lame."
"This is my costume," Kymopoleia told him, her arm looped through her father's. "We're pretending to be human beings."
He rolled his eyes but he laughed anyway. Kymopoleia knew she only got away with these things because she was hot. She looked at her father. "Is this lowest common denominator enough for you?"
He glided a hand against the shiny paint job to this rather expensive looking car before popping the handle to settle in. "Where'd you get your hands on this beauty?" he asked with a thick quirked brow, adjusting the seat to his long legs.
The drive was relatively short, almost too short to enjoy the comfortableness of the car. The scene before them was typical to a college campus with loud brats, the strong smell of alcohol and an array of amusing costumes. Some more obscene than others when it came to the lightly clothed women. The more obscene the better.
The kid looked her over, then to her nearly forty year old looking companion. "Aren't you a little old?" he snorted into his plastic cup of toxic liquid.
Poseidon gave a deadly look like ice. "It'll do just fine," was the growl of approval. One of these bastards would grind themselves into the floor with or without his help.
A flash of green light went past as they entered into the drunken mass, Poseidon laughing eerily as he spotted a sexy Medusa walk by, complete with a rubber snake headdress.
That was a start.
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[info]waveranging 2011-11-03 10:25 pm UTC (link) Track This Kymopoleia wrapped her arms around Posiedon and looked at the boy. "He's my daddy," she purred and then leaned up to press a kiss against her father's cheek. "He's here to make sure I don't act too naughty," she informed the boy, running her tongue along her top lip as she watched him.
Then Poseidon pointed out 'Medusa' and Kymopoleia snorted in derision. "Looks like your kind of party already. Let's go find the booze."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-11-03 11:59 pm UTC (link) Track This "Your dad?" the guy squeaked in a higher pitch than he'd wanted, in fact it sounded a lot more juvenile. He wasn't sure if she was saying that for his benefit or her 'father's'. She latched on a little tight to someone that was old enough to be a parent. Maybe he was already more drunk than he'd thought. What kind of girl brought her father to a party?
Just like his daughter he lined his teeth with a sadistic grin, tongue sliding against those pearly whites. He kept a daring eye on the little green monster, catching her attention long enough to send chills down her spine as Kymopoleia lead them towards the wall of alcohol.
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[info]waveranging 2011-11-04 12:12 am UTC (link) Track This "Fuck," Ky muttered as she found a table strewn with bottles and plastic cups. "They get younger and stupider by the week, I swear." She searched around for some fresh cups but most of these had all been left behind by other people. It didn't much matter to her - it wasn't like she was going to catch some mortal's germs.
So she filled two of the cups with whatever the punch was and passed one to Poseidon. "Cheers," she said. "Get fucked up before talking to any more of them. Trust me, it'll help."
(Reply to this)(Parent) (Thread) There it is again! Those look a-like icons! [info]neptune_storm 2011-11-04 12:28 am UTC (link) Track This "It's a wonder we're still here," he pursed his lips tightly slapping the cup against hers. It was strong, but tasted like shit, which made even Dionysus' worst batch of wine fucking gold. "What the fuck is in this?" his brows creased upward, watching as the Medusa girl weaved herself in and out of the crowd. She wasn't sure if she should come forward or hide by that look in his eyes.
He shook his head ready for another, which would probably take another five or so rounds before he even felt a buzz. It would take more than shit tasting homemade beer to make Poseidon hit the ground.
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[info]waveranging 2011-11-04 12:34 am UTC (link) Track This "Dunno," Ky shrugged. "Usually it's a mix of spirits, whatever they've got lying around. They liked to make it strong and hide it with juice or soda, gets the girls drunk quick." Not her though. A goddess needed a little more than any mere mortal, even a weak goddess like she was.
"You gonna go fuck Medea?" Ky asked, swallowing down the tall cup as quickly as possible. She wasn't drinking this shit to enjoy it. She just needed some booze until these guys felt more entertaining to her. "Just like old times." She took his cup and refilled for both of them. "You can follow snake-girl. I'm gonna go see if anything strikes my interest. I saw a cowboy over that way who looked entertaining."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-11-04 12:51 am UTC (link) Track This "Medusa," he corrected, "though I doubt this one has bite," he barred his teeth just a little with a laugh. He was definitely in the mood to make someone squeal for the night, but it depended on if mentally he could handle that. Ever since his return, he'd been with Amphitrite alone, and that had quite possibly been the longest he'd ever remained loyal to her.
Poseidon waved her away, taking another glass and finding his target.
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[info]waveranging 2011-11-04 01:36 am UTC (link) Track This "Medusa, Medea, whatever," Kymopoleia shrugged again. "Have fun, pops." She grinned at him and went off to find her cowboy, a feat which didn't turn out to be too difficult. He was cute, for a young idiot at least, and Kymopoleia let him think he was in control of the flirting. He seemed to like that. He also seemed to like the idea of getting her drunk and so she let him refill her cup a few times, at least enough to get her happily tipsy.
She chatted to him and his buddies, enjoying the pretending that she was some teenage girl. 'Immortal killer' never went over as well with the flirting for some reason.
They tasted like alcohol and boy on her tongue, and something about that made her feel dizzy,. It blurred her head and her vision. The cowboy whispered something against her throat and Kymopoleia swallowed but couldn't quite find her own reply to whatever it was. Her tongue felt thick.
His arm was around Kymopoleia's waist and she was being led through the party, but Ky was pretty sure she was done with the cowboy now. Her attempts her push him away were flimsy and weak and one of the other boys she'd kissed (she thought she'd kissed?), the priest, he was helping her walk now as well. She felt sick so maybe the bathroom was the best idea. Upstairs, yes, that was the bathroom.
She closed her eyes for just a moment but she opened them again when she was dropped, a mattress soft beneath her. The two boys were a little blurry and the room was a little spinning and a bedroom door was more than a little closing.
Fuck this, Kymopoleia was the predator not the prey and when one of them came near she hissed like a snake, but she wasn't a sea monster anymore and she had no fangs or fantastic claws. She was just a girl-shaped thing.
"Put something in my drink," she muttered at them, feeling like her eyes were trying to roll right back through her head. Someone was holding tight to one of her wrists and Kymopoleia thought about breaking his arm but she couldn't really get her own muscles to respond to her. Instead she just felt like she was sinking into the bed beneath her.
He preyed on the green Medusa for some time, until her energy, just like her dress was dying into just a faint glow. She curled her arms around his neck, curious about the tall, dark stranger in the fantastic jeans. She had at least caught a glance to his ass a few times before he'd found her and pressed her against the wall. Her senses were blurry and when she stumbled across the trident tattooed on his chest when she'd tossed open a few buttons, she cackled in that drunken laughter. He would have preferred a purr of interest, a tightened grip on his waist, but all he was thrown with was that inane laughter and a giggled snort.
"Are you supposed to be Poseidon?" she said catching her nail on her teeth with a dumb grin. That was a slight turnoff.
"You have no idea," he whispered in that dark, deep voice that threaded through every inch of her body in a frightening way. She caught his mouth in a slobbery kiss, threading her tongue into his mouth and earning an aggressive reaction. She wasn't sure if she liked it or if it scared her. There was a violence in those blue eyes.
Suddenly, her sexiness lost it's luster when there was a tweak of uneasiness settled within him. He wasn't sure what that was. Her tongue circled his again with a naughty kiss to his ear when he whipped his head around looking for Kymopoleia. His half-mortal bastards may be harder to reach in a tight mortal crowd like this, but there was a tiny voice pulsating through his mind that made him angry, even if verbally Kymopoleia hadn't said a word.
It was no different than when the Cyclops called out for his vengeance, or Orion, even Theseus. Kymopoleia hadn't been his favored, but she was still a child of Poseidon and she belonged to him, as everything of his did.
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[info]waveranging 2011-11-04 02:01 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select With a groan, Kymopoleia tried to throw off the hand on her arm, but someone had their hand on her chest now as well. Blurry fucking assholes, she was going to drown them for this.
"Fuck off!" she hissed, trying to twist free. One of them laughed, said something she couldn't make out. Water in a glass on the bedside trembled for a moment but nothing more.
Rough hands at the buttons on her jeans, more words she couldn't make out. She hadn't even thought of trying to call out to her own father somewhere in the building. Partly because she didn't think it would do anything, and partly because she didn't expect he'd do much but laugh, but mostly it was because the sheer idea of it barely glanced across her groggy mind.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-11-04 02:10 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select Unbeknown to Kymopoleia was all the shit he'd endured in the Underworld. It made being a bastard difficult when he'd been beaten in his own blood, drowned by his own ocean, tortured in ways his victims would grin at. Yet, that wasn't what made him come to find her.
The scene in front of him was quite reminiscent, nothing he wouldn't do or condone otherwise. He stood in the door way, giving those boys a well-deserved clap as if he were a sick overseer with a camera in hand.
"Get on with the good stuff already," he teased, but his voice was just that. A teasing threat. What bothered him was it took him back to Greece when his Amphitrite had been used and he hadn't been there to stop it. He sure as hell wasn't a hero, he wasn't trying to be, but spilling a little blood in her name was never a bad thing.
Lacing his fingers he cracked his knuckles earning the attention from the boys. He gave them a devious grin, stroking his chin with that sick pleasure. This time when the ground trembled, it wasn't nearly as unnoticed as before, but drunk college kids ignored it. It was nothing off the Richter scale.
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[info]waveranging 2011-11-04 02:15 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select Kymopoleia tried to lift her head but it felt like it was filled with cement. How was she supposed to swim if she was this heavy? She was going to sink and drown, no, she couldn't drown, she was the ocean storms, she traveled along the tops of those waves. Too heavy now, her limbs like iron.
But she could feel the weight moving off her, heard things that might have been apologies, might have been excuses. She thought she heard something about how Kymopoleia had wanted to come up there with them. She made a face because she couldn't manage to snarl and tell them they were full of shit.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-11-04 02:21 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select Poseidon was a predator, he liked to play with his victims. These guys weren't going to get by with simple excuses, that just made him angrier.
He stepped off the door and shut it behind him, the sound ghosting through the room like a gunshot. He held out his hands.
"By all means, continue," he taunted them, "I'd like to watch," his tongue lined his teeth before grabbing one of the boys by the neck and throwing him back on the bed. His head dangled on the other side against Poseidon's grip as the giant of a sea god grabbed the water from the desk.
"What was that?" he asked. "I can't hear you, you're going to have to speak up." With that he poured the water down the boy's throat, keeping his free hand over his mouth. The action was enough to assimilate drowning, and the kid struggled, stunting his buddies in shock.
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[info]waveranging 2011-11-04 02:27 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select Poseidon was here.
Kymopoleia felt it now like one of her own terrible waves, and she turned her head to see him and she tried to say his name but it caught dry in her throat. She swallowed behind that horrible thick tongue and managed a croaked, father.
The sea nymph curled her fingers into the sheets beneath her, trying to force herself to sit. But each tiny movement she managed made her spin, made her feel sick and confused, and so she squeezed her eyes shut instead.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-11-04 02:38 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select That one glass of water was all he needed, though the energy he started to exert was going to cost him later. Flashy shows just for a group of post-teen morons could be more trouble than it was really worth. They were almost too pathetic.
The water left from the glass as it dropped to the floor seeped over the wooden boards and toward the other two boys, locking them in place as they watched in pure horror.
"Don't kill me," the cowboy struggled to get out, grabbing at that hand that kept his mouth from breathing in any air, water spilling out from between Poseidon's fingers. When he was finally let go he fell to the other side in a daze, as if electrocuted by a bolt of energy.
"Grab his wallet," one of the remaining two said trying to make a jump forward. They could go to the cops with this, something Poseidon could hardly allow. That would be too generous.
With a come hither of his finger he commanded them to step forward, the walls and furniture trembling with a deadlier shake, placing his hands behind both their necks and throwing them down to the watery floor, smothering their faces in the same way he'd done their comrade. "Can't let him have all the fun can you?" They groaned into the floor, falling on deaf ears, screams muffled and unheard by the loud crowd below.
His knees dug into their backs, making a comfortable floor mat of them both until their twitching was over and he moved off, rolling them over onto their backs. Slapping their faces with a heavy smack, he watched their tear-filled eyes try to pry open, looking up to Poseidon. He even seemed to have grown a few inches. "Just think," he said grabbing one of their chins with his fingers in a vice grip, shaking his head back and forth. "You'd be dead if you'd gotten her pants off." That finally caused the sea King to laugh.
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[info]waveranging 2011-11-04 02:44 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select "Dad," Kymopoleia whispered, reaching out a heavy arm to try and grab a hold of him. He'd made everything stop spinning. She couldn't even focus on what he was doing to the boys, something that would usually delight her. Kymopoleia just wanted out of whatever was happening. What kind of sea-nymph couldn't even claw a man's face off when she was in danger?
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-11-04 02:52 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select When Odysseus had defeated his son, Poseidon seeked vengeance cursing the sailor to ten years as a prisoner to the sea. His curses were severely lessened these days, but near death experiences for dumb mortals would at least appease him for now. His own senses were a little tainted by their alcohol, so that threw another curve ball.
He stepped over the limp bodies, for a moment looking down at Amphitrite. Kymopoleia was still her daughter as well. There was still a deep resonate anger inside him, which may have been the only thing that caused him to come to Kymopoleia's aid. It added another tier to their already strange relationship.
Sloping her arm around his neck he pulled her dead-weighted body into his arms.
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[info]waveranging 2011-11-04 02:55 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select Kymopoleia groaned, dropping her face into his chest as he lifted her, fingers groping at his clothing to try and keep hold so she wouldn't slip away. He smelled like sea-spray, like home and the only thing she trusted. Her waves would hold her, they would protect her now.
She was relatively light despite that unhealthy drop of her limbs while she tried to cling to him. He stumbled down the stairs, able to keep his balance though it threatened to take his feet out from under him at the loss of that energy and a dizzy, alcohol-infused mind. No one seemed to notice or bother once they left, though he couldn't resist making the frat house shake drastically upon his exit and cause all the inhabitants to scream in terror. It was the last bit of energy he had, it was like a damned uncharged battery these days.
He got Kymopoleia into the car, taking his hand at the wheel, which would prove just as trying. He had a tendency to get violent with cops when they chased him.
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[info]waveranging 2011-11-04 03:11 am UTC (link) Track This The rocking of the car was somewhat reminiscent of the ocean and that comforted her, her cheek pressed up against the head rest. She forced her eyes open to look at her father, hands on the wheel. Away. Far away.
Her eyes in the darkness were bloodshot but still bright, the same blue as his. "Assholes," she murmured and then, heavy dropping, passed out.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-11-04 03:26 am UTC (link) Track This He slid through a red light, narrowly missing the car on the other side as he glided back and forth over the line until they were back to his apartment. By the time they were there, his own headache had formed, luckily with no cops behind him. What he'd give to thrash the harbor over the road and at least take down a piece of the city.
He'd ignore his daughter until he pulled into a parking space rather crooked. She was still out when he opened the door and she slumped a little forward. She was carried inside and laid once again on a bed, only this time under far different circumstances. In a brief moment that she couldn't see he brushed a dark strand of hair off her face finding her a t-shirt to fight with once he threw it on the bed with her.
He made sure to slam drawers and doors until she woke up. If she stayed in that slumber too long, he'd have to admit it made him tense.
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[info]waveranging 2011-11-04 03:31 am UTC (link) Track This It took a little less than half an hour for Kymopoleia to stir and she groaned, rolling over onto her stomach heavily, hand hitting the bedside table and sending a sharp stab of pain up her arm.
Pain. Better than numb. She could feel her arms again properly.
"Gonna puke," she complained to no one, but her twisting stomach didn't rebel further than it already was. Licking her lips she lifted her head to look around, blinking against the light.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-11-04 03:38 am UTC (link) Track This Downing a few dozen glasses of water he'd managed to keep his headache as nothing more, changing again for the night into a black tank top and pants with an elastic band instead of fiddling with belts.
He could hear Kymopoleia stir, having no intention of bringing her anything. That would just be awkward. Even so, he found himself going up the stairs to investigate.
"Bathroom to your right, no ruining my carpet."
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[info]waveranging 2011-11-04 03:42 am UTC (link) Track This She looked over at her father, trying to remember exactly what had happened. "Cowboy," she snarled, sitting up far too quickly and then groaning as it felt like her brain rattled inside her skull. She grabbed for the side of the bed to keep from falling. "Put something in my drink," she spat.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-11-04 04:05 am UTC (link) Track This "Pathetic." Mortal beasts these days, always using substance to tag their victims. None of them had the balls to use their bare hands. It was that kind of mentality that made Poseidon so frightening.
He sat on the edge of the bed next to her, causing it to sink under his weight.
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[info]waveranging 2011-11-08 12:19 am UTC (link) Track This Kymopoleia made a small groan as his movement encouraged the churning in her stomach. After a few moment she pulled herself up to sit, pressing the heal of her hand against her throbbing head. Then she looked over at him from beneath that hand. "You kill them?"
Pulling off his boots, Poseidon ignored her soft sounds of suffering. "Not quite, weren't worth it."
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[info]waveranging 2011-11-08 06:05 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select No, of course, not worth it. She was only his daughter, she was only a fallen goddess who almost got used by some teenage boys, she'd only been a nymph under his dominion. Fuck all of this.
"I'm using your shower," she told him, standing up from the bed unsteadily and heading towards the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and turned the water on fully, neglecting the hot. Even after all these years on the surface, Kymopoleia hated hot water on her. It felt wrong. So she let the shower bring her what strength it could.
What would Poseidon kill for? But she already knew the answer. He'd kill for himself, for his own pleasure, for possession of his wife. But what would Kymopoleia kill for? Before it would have been only for herself, but now it included him. It wasn't sentimental, not really, just the knowledge of what happened to her when something happened to him. She didn't want to go through it again, so why did she expect more from Poseidon? They were, and always had been, the same person.
When she came out from the bathroom she was dressed again in her clothes from the night before, her dark hair soaking her shoulders as she went to find something in the fridge to kill this drug hangover.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-11-08 06:15 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select Poseidon rolled his eyes, stretching out on the bed with his feet crossed at the ankle while dallied around in the shower. Those dark blue eyes focused on the wall ahead which while covered in some decoration, hardly held his attention.
This entire situation was hanging on the awkward side. Before tonight, before she'd come curling up in his arms after he'd been returned from Hades; Kymopoleia had been just a speck within his life. Hardly much for his attention unless she demanded it. He'd given her handouts before and ignored her flirtatious passes, but now, now things were sliding into different territory.
He'd just closed his eyes when she slipped out of the bedroom and down to the kitchen. Surely, the little beast didn't think she was leaving. He wouldn't allow it.
He followed her downstairs, arms crossed and hanging in front of the kitchen wall. "Looking for something?"
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[info]waveranging 2011-11-08 06:18 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select "Food," Kymopoleia said, resting her head lazily against the open fridge door as she gazed in and found nothing she really wanted. "This all sucks. I'll order something when I get home." She pushed the door closed and looked over at him. "You got my car keys?"
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-11-08 06:22 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select He raised a curious brow the moment she stepped past followed with a hearty laugh that was as insulting as it was amusing.
Then that voice turned demanding, it turned deadly.
"You're not going anywhere."
He tossed her his cell phone from the table but nothing more. In some small way, he was being protective.
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[info]waveranging 2011-11-08 06:29 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select "Excuse me?" she asked, looking up at him with raised eyebrows and then catching the phone in hand. "And what's this for?"
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-11-08 06:33 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select "You heard me," he said turning his back to her to sit down on the couch. "Call in some food." He wasn't giving her room to disagree.
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[info]waveranging 2011-11-08 06:39 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select "Are we having a sleepover?" Ky asked him mockingly, looking between him and the phone for a moment. "I can just order a taxi you know," she told him, already starting to dial the number.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-11-08 06:46 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select The look he gave was without the amusement he'd held before. He laughed this time with a slow growl tappered at the end. His fingers curled against the phone, crushing her fingers slightly at the action. "Are you being snide?" The question was tense and threatening. He didn't put himself out there often enough for her to take advantage of it.
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[info]waveranging 2011-11-08 07:12 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select "Fuck you," Ky snapped, grimacing as he squeezed her fingers against the hard plastic. "I've had a shitty enough night without your psycho bullshit on top of it, Poseidon!"
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-11-08 07:28 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select "This isn't a negotiation." He was angry. She was being every bit of stubborn as him, but after the display he'd shown, he wasn't going to let her play this way. "Go upstairs," he instructed her grasping the phone from her hand.
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[info]waveranging 2011-11-08 07:33 am UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select "Are you-" Ky began, almost too shocked to even finish the sentence. "Are you grounding me? Fucking eat me," she told him with an eyeroll. "You don't get get to ground me."
[info]neptune_storm 2011-11-08 10:31 pm UTC (link) DeleteFreezeScreenTrack This Select He'd never played parent before, he wasn't even consciously attemting the role. However, she was disrespecting him. That wasn't going to fly, not when he'd saved her add from boys that may have given him a good show. "Your mom may fiddle you, but fuck if I will. I could have let those pipsqueaks fuck your ass raw. Remember that." He wasn't in the mood, inadvertently being more of a father at that moment then she or any child of his had seen.