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Entry tags: | amphitrite, perseus |
Who: Amphitrite and Perseus
When: Thursday midday
Where: Grocery store near Amphitrite's apartment
Warnings: Other than a depressed Amphitrite, probably none.
Amphitrite had spent the better part of the last day and a half in a mixture of shock and depression. She couldn't believe he would ever say those things to her or that he would actually let her go. The shock of it all was almost more overwhelming than the depression. Why was she so upset? Hadn't she wanted him to let her go? Hadn't she needed to get out of that unhappy marriage? Yes, she had wanted all of that. But now she felt alone and his words had stung. Slapping him had been bittersweet. It was good she had gotten out of there when she had; she hadn't been interested in the situation getting more physical.
She could have stayed hidden away for days, weeks, months, possibly even years. But she needed fresh air. She needed to get out and stretch her legs. Why or how she had decided upon going to the store was unknown. She had just been walking. Walking and thinking and trying to clear her head of all thoughts.
All she had left now was her son. Kymopoleia may be her daughter but she was more like her father than Amphitrite could handle right now, and the damn girl knew too much about Amphitrite for her own good - she didn't need one of her children betraying her location. She couldn't turn to her now. Even Triton she didn't want to bother about this. All he really needed to know was what had happened. Whether or not she was fine was another story, he needed to focus on Melanie, not Amphitrite. So Amphitrite really did feel completely alone. More than once she had considered just leaving. Running off and living on her own. I can make it on my own, she thought bitterly. And she most certainly could!
She didn't really eat a lot and only held a basket on her arm. She hadn't realized it but she had stopped and was staring blankly at the same carton of eggs for several minutes. Others had come and gone, looking at her with a watchful eye and probably assuming she was crazy. She took no notice and was wholly unaware of her surroundings at that point.
Perseus had needed milk. How was he supposed to make his cup of coffee without milk? He had run to the store, hoping to pick some up and have it back by the time his coffee had brewed.
What he hadn't expected to feel as he stalked purposefully through the store, was another immortal. And certainly not a Greek. But that is what he found. He approached her slowly, as she seemed lost in thought. "Excuse me?" he said quietly. "Are you alright?"
Amphitrite didn't seem to hear him at first, but slowly turned to look at him. It seemed to hit her what she was doing and she put the carton in her basket. "Oh, yes. Yes, I'm fine." A lie, and it was probably obvious.
She could feel the energy that radiated off of him but she didn't recognize him. "Who are you, exactly?"
"Perseus," he replied, knowing he didn't have to fear using his real name here. "And are you sure you're alright? You look a little preoccupied."
She nodded in response. A son of Zeus. She knew who he was. She looked back at the basket and then at the shelves, "No, I'm not. I was thinking." It was more like a daze.