Who: Veronica and Poseidon What: 'Hey, you're supposed to be sick' When: Sunday around noon, April 10, 2011 Where: Near Kyle's Warnings: Language, probably violence, Poseidon
She still worried for Kyle. In her opinion he didn't look well, at all. But he'd offered to take Bernie for the day to cheer him up due to Poseidon canceling. She was a little worried about her son liking his father so much, but she'd promised. She kept her promises. Then there was the entire thing between Nat and her Baron, and Veronica still needed to help there.
When had she turned into an adult?
With a sigh she set her hands in her pockets and walked down the street. She looked up and spotted a familiar, and hated, face in the crowds and frowned. That prick! He'd told her he couldn't take Bernie, canceled last minute too, and now here he was just casually strolling about? Oh hell no. Forgetting he was a God, forgetting he could crush her so easily it wasn't funny, she stormed towards him. "Hey! What the hell? You said you were ill!"
It was the first time he'd been outside since Tuesday. He still prowled the city as if it were the corridors of ancient Greece with his own pedestal. The lack of ten pounds and a stomach lining didn't deter him from carrying that arrogant look on his face.
The time indoors for too long with nothing but his wife's company had the large God longing for a walk by the water. Cocking his head upward he sneered down at the little mortal twit who didnt know when to keep her mouth shut.
"So I did."
She wanted to punch him. Hard. And possibly kick him in the junk. She restrained herself and settled for glaring at him. "You just had me disappoint my son, who for some reason looks forward to spending time with you, claiming you aren't well and now you're out here? Bullshit, you don't do this to people and you do not get on your high horse when I'm forced to cancel plans. It does not work that way as the world does not revolve around you."
He laughed at her angry flare. It gave her some favor but not enough. With a huge sigh he crossed his arms, hip shifting to the side in his proud stance. "I don't answer to you." He brushed past her. "I don't feel like dealing with whiny brats today." If she paid enough attention she'd be able to spot that his color was incredibly pale, he had not been dishonest but he wasn't about to let a mortal girl boss him around.
Oh he did not. She rolled her eyes and followed him. If he felt good enough to go out, he should feel good enough to spend time with her son, "funny I don't answer to you either. And Bernie is far from whiny and you know that." She knew her son, she'd raised him. Bernie hardly ever complained. "I'm only letting him see you because it's what he wants. I'm under no obligation. I can always stop these visits you know."
Poseidon pinched the bridge of his nose, taking in a deep breath. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth continuing to walk even as she followed spouting those annoying threats. When they'd passed a certain point he paused straightening his jacket. He didn't say a word gripping her around the neck and slamming her against the brick wall between two adjacent buildings. Having a few days to recuperate had given him some strength back.
"Look, I don't owe you an explanation sweetheart. Its a nice day, I felt like a walk." If she kept pressing he'd snap her neck. There was a shake to his hand however, despite his strength rebuild, he still needed more time. He pulled his arm back straightening back up. Weakness was not something he'd take kindly to, and he wasn't about to show her.
She'd stomped after him, but regretted it when he'd pinned her to the wall. When he released her she gasped and set her fingers on her throat, "bastard! You owe an explanation to your son. You wanted to get to know him, you wanted to spend time with him, and you don't have to deal with seeing him disappointed when you cancel on him." She was shaking, but she'd freak out later. "And touch me again and I'll kill you."
He was in an agitated mood, a vengeance that was busting at the seams to release for what Medusa had put him through. "You heard me " he bellowed the ground shaking with his raise in voice. "Don't threaten me."
He placed his hands behind his head feeling his energy start to drain. The ground stopped shaking and he leaned against the opposite wall, arms crossed and legs crossed at the ankle. "There will be other days. Today I'm not up for it," he kept his stamina despite the way his brow started to sweat.
"And you heard me, touch me and we find out if Gods can die." She didn't do well around people who were forceful around her. She lashed out and she knew it was dangerous.
She scoffed, "You are an insufferable bastard." She shook her head, "and not worth my time. Once upon a time you might have been hailed, now you're just some arrogant pig way below me that I'm forced to deal with." She gave him a look before starting to walk off.
Poseidon smirked leaning off the wall and grabbing her arm keeping her firm where she stood as if her feet were locked. He kept his grip tight. "Just because you carried my bastard does not put you over me." his voice seething. Poseidon was pissed off, his vengeance card waiting to be checked in since Medusa's little stunt.
"Don't ask me to repeat myself so listen carefully." He lifted her chin, fingers sliding down her neck again roping around it like a noose. "What's mine is mine, keep mouthing off and I'll snap you like a twig. Don't question me or get in my way. I said I was sick, and up until today I didn't care to get out of bed. I don't give false answers, I'd tell you I was fucking the secretary if I was and you can tell him what fable you want. I don't make false promises, nor do I check in on someone else's time watch. Next week. Do we understand each other?" She could fight all she wanted but he'd give that kid a new mother if she kept pushing his buttons.
She pushed him off her when his hands reached to her neck, aiming a kick at his groin for good measure. "Don't you touch me you bastard. What puts me over you is that I'm a decent person. Not some forgotten god."
She narrowed her eyes, "and you listen to me, you don't owe me nor my son. You comply to both our schedules, just as I comply to yours. We will never understand each other because one of us still has sea water in his ears." Seething she stepped away from him. "We'll see about next week."
She struggled and aimed but he stopped her hits from making contact. He caught her wrist snapping it back hard enough to fracture, showing her he meant business and not yet going as far as he could go.
"Watch your mouth. Keep it from flapping off, I mean it. You don't mess with me or that kid will have a new mother." the look in his eyes were eerie, a power she didn't need to get involved with---he was saving that to provoke some other unlucky victim.
He released her abruptly stepping back out into the street, hands in pocket and walking off. She didn't get to walk away first, not when he was in this mood.