Who: Poseidon and Triton What: Father son bonding time, lets get some aggression out! Where: Somewhere on the streets of NY When: Wednesday night, December 7, 2011 Warnings: TBD, language, violence perhaps?
It had only been a few days since Poseidon had crushed the little half-breed that dared call herself his daughter. She'd been quiet since then, thank Zeus almighty. However, Poseidon's real test was to see how she'd react. It wasn't just about breaking her spirit, it was seeing where she went from there. If the little sunshine bitch actually bounced back with some aggression, he'd have reason to give her a chance. If she curled up into a pitiful little ball, he'd keep taking jabs. Besides, it was more fun that way. He'd only just started to make her life miserable.
Hands in his pockets he walked across the open park. The sun was starting to go down as the days grew short. It was then that he saw a mirror image walking towards him. Triton. With all these kids running around, Poseidon couldn't leave any of them out now could he? He'd threatened Ky into staying with him (which could have held the smallest ounce of concern), pampered Rhode with threats to her new found husband, and was visiting little Bernie by the end of the week. Triton was the last of the brood to see. It was his lucky night.
"Isn't that a handsome face walking by?" he teased, knowing full well Triton had always despised that he held his father's features more than his mother's. "Not out with the little girlfriend? Pity."
Triton had been having a semi alright week. What with trying to calm Raiden down and all. He was running on the very edge of his temper. So of course he had to run into his father. Apparently it was just his week.
He ignored the jab and just sighed, "no I am not. I have a relationship built on trust and understanding. I don't think you're familiar with those concepts. Now what do you want?"
Poseidon knew the limits of his son's temper, he was waiting for it to unleash.
His lips curled into a thin, mocking smile. "Triton," he tilted his head to the side, "are you just a little tense?" He approached closer so he could see that mirror image reflected in the light from the street lamps. "Just thought I'd say hello, I couldn't just let you pass without so much as a greeting now could I?" He was holding back still that kid, even his mother let out her good lashings.
He was tense, but he did not want to vent his anger. At least not to his father, who would use it as an excuse to say how much Triton was like Poseidon.
"You said hello," with a sigh he pushed past his father to continue walking.
Triton was playing this good boy routine so well, and hanging on so tight. It was bubbling against the surface, all he needed was the right prick.
"Hey, hey," Poseidon grabbed Triton's arm. "You're not leaving with that," he pushed him forward. He wasn't going to allow the brush off
He gave his father a glare and took his arm back, using the push to continue walking. He did need to vent his frustrations, but he would not do it here, not where his father could take advantage of it. "Go home Poseidon. You've done enough."
Poseidon grinned keeping his pace with Triton. "It's not that easy to get rid of me. It's been a long time since you've seen your father." He was starting to get disappointed.
Of course it wasn't. It was a good thing he had healthy ways of getting rid of his aggression. A place where he could hit inanimate objects and not hurt a soul. He didn't need to get his kicks seeing people hurt. "Not long enough." He sighed, "this isn't going to work. You're just making me not want to hit you, you know."
They walked a few steps further before Poseidon stopped. There was no one around, the boy was being too chicken.
He pulled him back by his arm, "Is that so?" His fist cocked back to slam a good blow to Triton's stomach, enough force to put him on his knees. "How about now?" was Poseidon's arrogant reply. He was tired of the horsing around. All his kids had breaking points, and perhaps it would do them both good to let the aggression out.
He fell to his knees at the blow to his stomach, "sonovabitch," he cursed, trying to gain his breath. He still refused to retaliate. It would just be what his father wanted, and he was too stubborn to give him that. Coughing he looked up at his father, "mother will love hearing you beat me into a pulp father. I'm sure she'll have things to say. But I'm not going to fight you." He used a wall to pick himself up. "It'd be exactly what you want, and I'm not giving it to you."
Poseidon dragged him to his feet, lifting him up by his collar. He patted the boy n the cheek, "Triton," he taunted. "Come on now," teeth gritted, a deeper, much darker tone, he thrashed him on the ground again. "Let go. Just let it all go. Don't throw your mother into the picture." He was bound to pull out his on jabs, sink a little deeper if a punch in the gut didn't work.
He let himself fall back on the ground, not even bothering to pick himself up at this point. He would not vent his aggression on his father though. He cared not what Poseidon did so he did one of the few things he knew irritated his father. He ignored him.
His upper lip curled. Damned stubborn brat. "i bet you wouldn't be snubbing your nose up if that sweet thing you visit every night was here." Yes, Poseidon was pulling low punches, his determination was as strong as Triton's. It was where the brat got it from.
Poseidon stood straightening himself and throwing the hot poker once again. "Why don't we pay her a visit, hmm." It didn't matter that Poseidon hadn't so much as looked at another woman since he had returned, or even touched another woman roughly. What mattered was getting the brat to start a rise.
He gave a soft snort and a laugh, "you need new insults old man." He brushed the dirt off his jeans, "You couldn't go near her if you tried, and nothing of that has to do with me. You're an idiot if you think I haven't taken every effort I can to make sure Mel is out of your reach."
He looked up to his father, only sparing him a poisonous look, "I did the same for Raiden, by the way. And while mother won't care if you hurt her, she will care if you try and hurt Mel." He tipped his head, "and if you try all that will happen is you're one less messenger and you can find yourself a new heir. Last I checked I'm the only full blooded son you have." He picked himself up, "that and I'll go above even your head and go to Zeus." He shook his head, "let me be clear father. You hurt Mel, or Raiden, or anyone else I'm close to out of spite and I'll make sure that every mention of you in any sort of history book or mythological text is vanished and replaced by myself. I will go to Zeus and ask for your title and realm on the sheer logistic that you aren't worth it anymore. Considering how much of a favorite you are in the pantheon I think few will object."
He straightened out his jacket. "So if you want to threaten father, at least threaten with something you can accomplish. And don't think I won't do it. I'm your heir and the pantheon has a standard for usurping ones father's throne."
The waves in the distance crashed against the harbor, an angry, violent wave as he continued to grip Triton's collar. He wanted to squeeze his neck until he couldn't breathe anymore.
There was a foul stench under his nose, one only Poseidon could smell and it infuriated him. His father had devoured him and all of his siblings to keep his own throne. In the end Zeus had been the chosen victor, which only spiraled Poseidon into this hate. He should have been that victor and not growing in the pits of his father's belly for years.
"You will not take my titles, you shit." He'd been stripped of nearly everything already. Wife, dignity, he would not let one of his own upstarts steal his title. It was all he had left that was truly his own.
His fist slammed into Triton's face, the ocean's howling behind them. It was enough to knock the boy out for a few so that Poseidon could walk off with his head up and not let his son see the torment going on inside.