Kymopoleia (waveranging) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2011-08-04 20:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | kymopoleia, poseidon |
Who: Poseidon and Kymopoleia
What: Daddy and daughter bonding time
When: Friday afternoon
Where: Amphitrite's place
Warning: A vulnerable Poseidon and Ky? Heh.
When he wasn't eating he was sleeping or tailing after Amphitrite for her company. Silently he forced her to stay by him so his own nightmares would disappear. Hers may have ceased but his continued. It was pathetic really to be in this sort of state, he hated every minute of it, but just as she'd been his savior in his mind she was what gave him strength now.
In those first few nights back Kymopoleia had not been around though Amphitrite talked of her staying at the apartment. He'd been passed out on the couch when the door had opened letting his daughter in. If there was ever a time for her to speak with him, now was her golden opportunity because he hadn't the strength to push her away. He may have paid little attention to his children, but right now he was at his most vulnerable. Kymopoleia had a short window to jump in.
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[info]waveranging
2011-08-05 04:27 am UTC (link) Track This
Kymopoleia hadn't felt her father's return, too deep was she trapped in her own misery and confusion. Amphitrite had been taking care of Kymopoleia like she was a child again, making sure the wave-goddess ate and soothing her sometimes uncontrollable tears with a cool hand on her brow. It wasn't for Poseidon that she mourned, but his death was the cause of her agony.
Today was the first time she'd had the strength to draw herself out of bed though. She still didn't feel like herself but she wasn't crying nor was she confused and feverish and lost.
No, she was still lost. She didn't want to admit it, but loss was all she felt like there was.
From the doorway she saw her father and for a few moments she watched him there on the couch and then, without a word, she crossed the room and curled her tiny form up next to him, their bodies just touching, her head hidden beneath tangled sweat-dirty hair. "Daddy," she whispered almost silently, something she wasn't sure she'd ever called him before.
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[info]neptune_storm
2011-08-05 05:06 am UTC (link) Track This
Poseidon hadn't felt her approach, nor her standing over him. It wasn't until she curled up next to him that his eyes opened out of that deep slumber. His eyes adjusted to the room, kept rather low on light since he'd showed, he still wasn't used to bright lights yet. He'd spent too long within the dim underground of Hades' lair he hardly remembered different. Time had proved very different for him there, his body had to adjust to years strapped back and beaten by the very tortures he preyed upon others.
This moment was quite different as Kymopoleia snuggled next to him, her voice so quiet and words he never remembered hearing out of her mouth. When she was little she tried to follow him everywhere, always lost in his shadow. Few times had he ever noticed her, few times had he ever acknowledged her. This was one of those few. His hand brushed back her hair in a manner that wasn't very becoming of the man he was known for. It was soft.
"Hey baby girl," he said in a hoarse voice, just as silent as her own.
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[info]waveranging
2011-08-05 05:39 am UTC (link) Track This
That simple gesture from Poseidon was more affection than he'd ever shown her before and Kymopoleia drew herself closer to him further, longing for more of the same. She'd never been one for gentle touches and caring caresses, too much like her own father for that, but right now she craved nothing else. Just this quiet moment while she tried to use him to hold herself up.
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[info]neptune_storm
2011-08-05 12:36 pm UTC (link) Track This
Hell could change a man, but it was a little too early to see if Poseidon had learned a thing. He was stubborn, ingrained in his ways. Between Hades and Zeus they had been waiting for years to get Poseidon on his knees. Every muscle still ached, skin still seared, there were bruises inside that would take time to go away.
He wasn't used to this closeness, but since he'd been here he just wanted to feel another person that wasn't just a figment of his imagination. Kymopoleia moved in closer so he turned on his side. Any chance she'd tried this as a little girl was pushed away throwing her off on her brother to pester. This was too open for him but perhaps he needed it just the same.
His hand moved to settle over her arm. He'd never thought her so connected to him that she would be affected. "I'm home now," he spoke in a tone that even made his face contort in confusion. This was all strange.
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[info]waveranging
2011-08-05 06:30 pm UTC (link) Track This
She could hear his own breath just as she could hear her own. Usually Kymopoleia would only be this close to her father if she was taunting him and trying to get into his pants - either because she actually wanted him or because it was a habit by now that she knew annoyed him. To be this close and be seeking a very different comfort was so completely out of her personality range that she couldn't even put words to it. But nothing felt like her anymore, so maybe this was fitting.
"Please," she whispered after a long time. "Don't leave again."
Kymopoleia, who prided herself on needing no one, needed her father.
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[info]neptune_storm
2011-08-06 03:08 am UTC (link) Track This
He'd never heard those words from her, a plead from her lips. It was as unusual as him ever showing an ounce of affection to anyone but Amphitrite. Yet, here was his little girl begging him to stay. He wouldn't deny that it tugged at his already vulnerable state.
His fingers were shaky against her head, running softly through her hair as if part of him were unnerved by the action. Both of them had let down their pride in a state of distress.
"I won't," he said after a long moment of silence, his voice just a breath against her head where his chin rested.
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[info]waveranging
2011-08-06 06:55 am UTC (link) Track This
This was the closest she had ever been allowed to her father and the warmth of his body against hers helped to calm the distress in her soul. For once there was nothing destructive in her seeking him out, nothing sexual, no games, just a simple need.
She said nothing more because there was no more to say. Her father had promised not to leave her and that was enough. Kymopoleia closed her eyes and before too long her breath had turned slow and steady as she slept safely in her father's arms.