InsaneJournal

Who: Briareos and Kymopoleia
When: Valentine's Day
What: Love arrows come calling.
Where: Ky's apartment



He had experienced this massive emplosion in his insides before when Eros had shot his arrows. It was uncomfortable, foreign to him. Briareos had never considered something such as desire and lust, or that exaggerated need for someone other than himself. He was built as an anomoly, someone who was never meant to have such things. He was a monster still under that human flap, and he had been nothing more than a bargaining chip between Titans and Olympians for years.

Even when Poseidon had sold off his daughter, she was something beautiful, but he had never resonated a feeling beyond what was given to him. Since the months that she had let him live after Poseidon had damned him to death, he respected her for giving him that sort of chance when she could have killed him just as easily.

He had left well enough alone of her, somewhat concerned in a strange way of what Poseidon would do to her after. The waters settled and he went back to his usual routine before Poseidon had disrupted it. He had no desire to see Kymopoleia until that morning, where he stood outside her apartment stalking by a tree that was wider than himself, looking up to decide if he dared step inside.