Poseidon is home and things start to get a little nasty when Amphitrite isn't where she's supposed to be.
When:
Tuesday late afternoon/night, April 26, 2011
Where:
Poseidon's penthouse
Warnings:
Language, TBD
"Where the FUCK are you?"
Poseidon yelled into his phone as he kicked around their furniture. If she had the audacity to leave him again, to leave so much as no trace for him to follow he was going to beat her with an inch of her life. He wasn't going to go through this again, to let her take his heart on her platter and shove it down his throat as if she had the gall to do it.
He couldn't give her what he wanted, he most definitely couldn't give her what she wanted. Yet, he'd been honest in a way he was extremely uncomfortable with. Letting Amphitrite filter into his mind like she did was enough, to filter into his heart was a completely different story. He was angry on a level she'd not seen in a long time.
"You have ten minutes," he seethed through the other line before slamming the phone closed.
He wasn't sure what he was most angry about. The fact that she wasn't there or the fact that he was even thinking of letting her go. Since running into Ate the day before, it seemed to be the only thing on his mind. If he was going to put his foot down it would be on his own pretense. He loved Amphitrite madly, he truly did, but having her just as his doormat, feeling nothing for him. He couldn't have that.
He'd rather her hate him for the rest of eternity than not feel anything at all.
To say that Amphitrite was scared of returning to their penthouse was an understatement. Terrified was a better word for it. She hadn't been able to answer his question or to say yes or no to his demand. She would return, if only to ensure he wouldn't become angrier.
So many things had happened over the weekend that Amphitrite couldn't let anything worse happen. She truly felt the weight of the world on her shoulders, all because she knew if she actually left Poseidon it would be the end of the world. And not in the figurative sense.
Taking a deep breath she opened the door and stepped inside, bracing herself for whatever curses he was going to throw at her. She had only needed space from the here, the place she felt so much unhappiness now. She hadn't tried to leave and hadn't known he was back until that phone call. At least she had answered this time. All the other times she had been enraged with him over what Triton had decided, blaming it fully on Poseidon. For now she was silent, awaiting his abuse.
"Where were you?" He asked, voice loud and in a tone so hateful she could practically feel it sear her skin from her body. "Leaving again," he tossed things down the staircase from their room. It was as if he was rearranging furniture or destroying everything inside.
"That what you want?" he had a handful of her clothes that he threw at her as she proceeded upstairs.
Since she couldn't see him just yet she rolled her eyes at his accusations. "If I were leaving I wouldn't have answered my phone just now. Nor would I have come back."
She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and stared up at him, catching a couple of articles of clothing while the others fell to the floor. "What-" now she was just a tad freaked out. "What are you doing?" She asked sharply, gathering the clothes she had failed to catch.
"You didn't pick up all weekend. Not once." He shook his head dragging out other things that belonged to her and threw them over the stairs. He was acting as if it was his place to react in such a way, not sure of himself and why he'd gotten it into his head to follow through with this.
It would destroy him. Amphitrite was the only woman that understood him.
"Ungrateful bitch, it's what you've always wanted." He'd make her hate him, curse his very name if he had to. He dragged out one of the heavy treasure chests from in front of the bed throwing the top up. "Fill it up, sweetheart. To the top and drag it down those stairs."
"That's because I'm upset about something. It has everything to do with you, so feel free to be smug about it later on when you find out. It's not something I can talk to you about because it isn't my place. For now you can just wonder what on earth Amphitrite could have possibly been going on about when she came back after I threatened her over the phone. Well here's the answer, ask Triton."
Now she was irritated and even if she was still picking up her clothes off the floor she wanted to throw them right back in his face. And now she walked up the stairs to put her clothes back.
When she reached the bedroom she stopped dead and stared at what was happening. "What the hell? Poseidon, explain yourself!"
"I've never loved you right? I'm a miserable fuck who makes your life just as miserable. Sounds so tragic." He was mocking her on purpose. She loved her son more than she'd ever love him. He grabbed a hold of her arms as he spoke pulling the clothes from her grip and throwing them in the chest before walking over to the vanity table and picking up an armful and tossing it in.
"You don't get to leave me," he said pointing that angry finger in her face, his voice as wary as it was demanding. He continued throwing things around, as if it were breaking him inside to say everything he let fly against his lips.
She just stared at him, now in shock at his words and feeling a mixture of hate for him and pity for herself. It's what she believed, yes. There were only a few years out of centuries of marriage when she actually felt love. But she gave no answer. She flinched when he grabbed her, heart pounding heavily beneath her chest. She fully expected him to throw her.
Jaw clenched she just watched in horror as this scene unfolded. It was almost surreal, like a dream she couldn't wake from. Realization of what was really happening had come over her.
He took hold of her chin, grabbing forcefully making her look into his eyes which held more gray than they ever had. They were not their bright or stormy blue, but a sea that had lost it's color. "You don't love me any more than I do of you. I'm tired of your mouth, tired of dragging you like a ball and chain."
Lies. He was lying to her for the purpose that she'd just hate him that much more. At least it made her feel something. "Used and dried up, that's all you are. You won't survive on your own." He dropped her chin then feeling something inside break. The same something that broke the first time she ran from him.
She gasped when he grabbed her, eyes wide and now shaking uncontrollably. It was fear and anger, terror and sadness at the words he spoke to her. She may have told Triton she didn't think Poseidon loved her, but she hadn't really believed it. She had spoken in the heat of the moment because she was hurt. And now... well, now she was hurting more than words could possibly express.
At that she slapped him and when he finally let go it was her turn to point a shaking finger, "I am not used and dried up, you bastard."
As soon as her hand connected with his face the urge to slap her back came over. He already had started to manhandled her, ready to flip her on the bed and really make her seethe.
Despite any influence from Ate had on him the furthest he would go was raising his hand in warning. He could and had destroyed Amphitrite more with words. The angrier he made her he hoped masked his own hurt and lies.
Amphitrite flinched when his hand rose, but she was more shocked when he didn't hit her. Surely if he hated her so much he would have hit her. She took no chance to find out any more. She gathered the chest and dragged it out of the room. Angry, hurt tears slid down her cheeks but she didn't look back.
He couldn't hit her, no matter how angry he wanted to make her he couldn't bring himself to hit her. The realization would set in later with what he was doing, who he was really hurting because Amphtitrite was the closest thing to love he'd ever have. That's why he'd wanted her, why he'd chased her so hard. It wasn't out of lust or desire, it was out of the fact that Poseidon needed someone to love him. Things had changed when he and his brothers had taken their kingdoms, when his sister had rejected him.
Poseidon stomped past her pulling the trunk down the steps and swinging it across the floor before marching back up and dragging her down just as quickly.
"Hate me." She wouldn't forget him, he wouldn't let her. Ever. Though, now she could easily find what she'd always been looking for, and that wasn't the cage he put her in.
He watched her leave slamming the door behind her, the ground under their feet shaking lightly.
She wasn't even having any trouble and yet he felt the need to intrude. She glowered at him and when he dared lay a finger on her again she pulled her arm away at the first chance she had. "Don't touch me," she warned him.
Before she left she pulled off her ring forcefully and slammed it down on the kitchen table. She wanted nothing to do with him. No connections. Nothing to remind her of him. Nothing at her own apartment had such things. It was all her. This was the last piece of Poseidon she would ever touch.
Then she did slam the door. She didn't care if the result was a couple of other residents peering out their doors as she stormed past.