|Hestia (strongandstable) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2013-03-20 02:23:00
|Entry tags:||hestia, zeus|
Who: Hestia & Zeus
What: Little brother comes to visit eldest sister
When: Wednesday morning
Where: Hestia's B&B
Warnings: Probably not a lot
Zeus had not been back in New York City for long. He'd been away in D.C., attending a conference of supreme court justices from various states, but it was over now. And now he had returned, because there was work to be done. He had not yet officially announced his return, but there would be time for that. Today was the last day he'd taken off from work, and today, he was going to visit the one sibling who (likely) wouldn't try to kill him.
Hestia, as she was on most mornings, was in her large, well-lit kitchen, tidying up the breakfast dishes. The leftovers were still on a large plate to be put away, and she was just reaching for them, when something made her pause. She looked up and toward the door, lips slightly parted in surprise. She'd know that presence anywhere, one of five she knew almost as well as she knew herself.
The bell followed shortly after that, and she went down the hallway to open it. Zeus stood on the other side of the door, framed in weak, grey light, patiently waiting for her. This was his sister's home, her domain, and he was many things (and most of them were true), but he did not simply barge in. (OK, not all the time.)
Hestia bowed her head respectfully, and Zeus used two fingers placed gently under her chin to tilt her face back up. "None of that, now," he said, smiling at her.
"Old habits die hard," she said, smiling in return and pulling him into a hug. "And you are still King. But what brings the Thunderer to my door today?"
"I simply wanted to visit my sister," he replied. "Checking in, if you will."
That pleased her, she couldn't deny that. "Come in, then, there's some coffee on," she said, leading the way into the kitchen. "And how have you been faring lately?" she asked, pulling down mugs and setting out sugar and cream.
Zeus shrugged. "As ever," he said, pulling up one of the stools and settling himself onto it. It was almost strange, this peace he felt, sitting in Hestia's kitchen and sipping coffee. The face he presented to the world, the King of Olympus, the Lightning Maker, the god of order and law, the god who ruled the Greeks with an iron fist...it fell away, like a sheet. Hestia had no agenda, no grudge, no ax to grind, she simply welcomed him into her home. By all the gods, she'd even hugged him. No one did that, they were either too afraid, or they hated him. (Except for Ganymede. He really needed to find that boy again.) "Working as a justice for New York's Supreme Court."
Her eyebrows raised. "Very you," she said. "No surprise there." She made him up a plate with a danish, a croissant, and a sticky bun. "Eat up," she said, perching on a second stool with her own mug.
"So bossy," he said, but he picked up the sticky bun anyway. He hadn't eaten breakfast yet, and his stomach had started growling almost as soon as he'd walked in. Hestia's house smelled like cinnamon and jasmine, the whole place was just so homey.
"Only a bit," Hestia admitted. "I fuss over my siblings. As much as they'll allow, at any rate. All of them are welcome in my home. Well. All of them, except for Poseidon."
"If he gives you trouble, you let me know immediately," Zeus said darkly, and it wasn't a request. Poseidon had once vied for Hestia's hand, before she'd taken her oath, and he didn't give up on things easily.
"Zeus-" Hestia began.
"I mean it, Hestia. Any at all. Promise me," Zeus said, fixing her with an intense expression.
Hestia swallowed a protest. It wouldn't do her any good, anyway. "I promise," she finally said. "Honestly, you sounded like Hades there for a moment. He said much the same."
"Well, in this instance, we agree," Zeus said, settling back down and finishing his sticky bun. "Hopefully the world won't end as a result."
Hestia just rolled her eyes.
"I saw that," Zeus muttered into his coffee.
"I was hoping you did," she retorted.
They lapsed into silence for a few moments, before Hestia asked, "Have you announced your return?"
Zeus sighed, because the thought made his head hurt. "Not formally. Poseidon knows I'm here, but beyond that, I'm not sure. I'll have to do it soon, I suppose. See if I can't whip them into shape. Make Poseidon shut up."
Hestia nodded absently, sipping her coffee. "They don't call you the storm bringer for nothing," she said, with no inflection.
Zeus raised an eyebrow. "Was that an epitaph pun?" he asked, biting into the danish.
"Perhaps," she said, laughter bubbling in her voice.