Who: Poseidon and Demeter When: Sunday afternoon Where: Outside Amphitrite's place What: Demeter comes to visit her creeper brother because this time he can't overpower her.
This was a distressing situation to be in, one that Poseidon would have greatly traded over for another round in the Underworld. Prodded, poked and stripped down was easier to grapple than old age. Every bone in his body creaked, and the old Lord of The Rings look wasn't one he could classify as distinguished, no matter what Amphitrite fed him otherwise. He was vain which wasn't terribly surprising to the children of Chronos. If situations had been reversed he would have snubbed his nose up at Amphitrite, so it was slightly surprising she ran him around a bit.
He'd trimmed the longer hair and the beard, he wasn't fond of looking like every possible mortal depiction of himself that pictures described. Coloring his hair didn't seem to work and it didn't take away the fact that he had crows feet a mile wide or a nose that had grown a whole full inch. He'd thrown around the demand for Hebe to fix the situation with Amphitrite, but that was a bust. He'd have to sit in this skin (one he still wasn't used to as it was since his return) until this curse was over. For however long that would be.
He'd just opened the door when he found a familiar vibe passing through that he wasn't up for seeing. Not like this.
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[info]thesmophoros 2011-08-08 02:47 am UTC (link) Track This The idea of her brother being weak appealed to Demeter, more than it would have done in days gone by. Were this a normal summer she would have just ignored him, but there was nothing normal about the world the Olympians were currently living in and Demeter only wanted to see Poseidon suffer at her own hands.
Messy haired and dark-eyed, Demeter smiled cruelly as she walked up to where she saw her brother. "Well," Demeter said almost cheerfully. "Isn't this a nice meeting?"
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-08-08 03:00 am UTC (link) Track This Of the times for his sister to find him, now at his weakest, most vulnerable, and now quite old, she chose now to appear. When he wasn't able to slam her up against a brick wall and make her gasp with pain. His eyes narrowed.
She wasn't looking so well herself. With her dark eyes and thin form she could match that of Charon.
His eyes still shone through as younger than the outer shell. It wasn't horrible, there weren't cheeks flapping in the wind, or so thin he'd fall over, but it wasn't the look he cared to sport. He still hovered in his tall form (or had he shrunk a little?), his waist thick, but he wasn't quite as strapping as his statues depicted.
"Fuck off," he said almost as quickly as she'd thrown her greeting.
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[info]thesmophoros 2011-08-08 04:03 am UTC (link) Track This "I think not," Demeter said, taking a moment as though to think about it. And then she shoved her hand into his chest, shoving him back towards the wall behind him.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-08-08 04:07 am UTC (link) Track This Poseidon growled at her abrupt action. Quite frankly the strikes fate was giving him right now could kiss his shriveled ass. He was getting rather sick of it.
His teeth bared with cold eyes. "I'm really not in the mood, Demeter."
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[info]thesmophoros 2011-08-08 04:09 am UTC (link) Track This "Sounds familiar," Demeter snapped and then wrapped both of her hands around Posiedon's throat and squeezed. If he thought that Demeter would back off just because he'd asked, then he was more foolish than anyone could imagine. Had he ever left Demeter in peace when she'd asked? Had he ever stopped hurting her for a moment when she had begged him to? Why should she give him what he wanted when he had spent the centuries seeking only for ways to scar her?
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-08-08 04:19 am UTC (link) Track This Poseidon wasn't good at this. At letting his faults and actions be thrown back in his face. Of letting others bend him in the same way he had done to them. Over and over again. Only Amphitrite had seen where he'd had to let go of his strength and be weak. Only Hades and Persephone had beaten him to that point, but he wasn't going to let it show. Especially not to the sister he'd once lusted so heavily for.
He hissed between his teeth, those eyes a hateful shade of dark blue. His hands gripped her wrists, tightening around them. "Sorry, honey, Zeus beat you to the punch. Take a number and get in line." His jaw clenched tightly. She wasn't going to send him back to Hades.
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[info]thesmophoros 2011-08-08 04:46 am UTC (link) Track This "Oh, I'm not going to kill you," Demeter told him, but she didn't loosen her grip. She was still squeezing her fingers tight, the ragged, sharp nails digging in and bringing lines of blood to the surface. "If you're dead then I don't get to torture you."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-08-08 05:00 am UTC (link) Track This "Been there, done that. Be a little more creative," he hissed. "Otherwise you're going to disappoint me." He could feel that prick of nails to skin and it brought back some fresh memories. His hands tightened as her own grip refused to relent.
He slapped her away only this time the impact wasn't what it had been before. This wasn't the strike of a healthy water god. He had only just returned not nearly a week ago. He didn't like being vulnerable.
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[info]thesmophoros 2011-08-08 09:01 am UTC (link) Track This The slap was firm enough, but nothing to Demeter who existed these last months on nothing but pain and rage. The blow only encouraged her.
"I've never thanked you," Demeter said, completely ignoring his words, "for how you took advantage of my weakness once." Her fingers dug tighter. "I think I should show you what it's like."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-08-08 11:56 am UTC (link) Track This "Quite welcome," he said through gritted teeth and an annoyed growl. He couldn't snap her wrists back. His own grip ensued however swaying them from the wall and only landing on his back with her.
"It was a pleasure," he forced one hand from his neck, sweat building on his brow.
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[info]thesmophoros 2011-08-08 04:32 pm UTC (link) Track This Demeter dug her knee into his stomach and when Poseidon pulled her hand off him, Demeter punched him hard in the face with it.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-08-08 08:13 pm UTC (link) Track This He tasted blood and a sharp pain to his nose. He hit back when she bruised his ribs, feeling a knot inside. With a bloody mouth he grinned, teeth stained as he hacked from the drainage.
He wrangled with her again until it felt like his heart would beat out of his chest. It was strong as it pounded against his ears. He wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of thinking he would beg her to stop.
"Is that all you've got?" Berating her was all he had.
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[info]thesmophoros 2011-08-09 08:48 am UTC (link) Track This "Not at all," she promised him, her fist coming down twice more with all the force she could muster. She could fill his blood on her knuckles and she liked it.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-08-09 12:57 pm UTC (link) Track This He could see light flash before his eyes, that dizzying feeling hitting his head as his mouth filled with more blood. He was running out of energy fast, even when he threw in a few more hits of his own and pushed her off. Being in this old body hindered him a great deal, he was exhausted before even getting started.
His heart was pumping so heavily now that it felt it might burst. Yet, she kept going. He was still broken inside from Hades, he wouldn't let her break him!
Yet, his frail voice still called out for her to stop.
If he died again, the oceans would revolt. He wasn't strong enough to let Hades break him again, and that feeling made him feel weaker than shoving her off and asking her to relent.
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[info]thesmophoros 2011-08-09 02:09 pm UTC (link) Track This Demeter heard him - she'd been waiting - and wrapping her bloody hands in his collar she dragged him up close to her face with a smile. "What was that, little brother," she asked. "Did you say something?"
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-08-09 02:29 pm UTC (link) Track This His head throbbed now, hands clamped down on her wrsts, spitting some of that blood out. She was taunting him, wanting him to beg where she could really hear it. Brows furrowed over his eyes. It was hard to breathe.
She'd heard him, he'd not say it again. His jaw clenched tightly.
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[info]thesmophoros 2011-08-09 02:31 pm UTC (link) Track This Demeter didn't punch him again when he remained silent but instead kept hold of his collar and banged his head down hard onto the floor. "What did you say?" she asked him, before banging his head again.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-08-09 02:48 pm UTC (link) Track This His eyes closed tight, head throbbing now in an entirely different way. She was a bitch, a shame he couldn't truly enjoy it.
He worked to force her hands off his collar. He was exhausted. With a heavy inhale of breath he still refused until he saw that familiar darkness calling him from below. It was just a flash but it was enough to make his eyes spring back open.
His face contorted not wanting her to have the triumph of beating him, of making him fold. He finally got a handle on her grip and shoved her away.
"Stop." Without the claiming that word with an 'I' it felt less like a beg and more like a demand.