Zoe (history_repeats) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-08-14 14:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | greed, poseidon, theseus, zoe hansen |
WHO: Zoe and Poseidon w/Theseus & Greed
WHEN: Thursday
WHERE: Middle of nowhere, Hospital, Greed's apartment
WHAT: Poseidon decides to deal with his great granddaughter on his own
WARNING: Fear, physical abuse, cowardly father figures
A couple of weeks after their trip, they'd settle back into routine life. And unfortunately part of the routine was that Greed was going under at his sister's and Zoe was on her own. But no matter, she had work to keep her busy. He'd been gone for two days and it was just one of those things that she had to deal with. She'd dressed up a little for work today because she was trying to impress the boss to get a window decorating position, it was better than working the floor all the time. It was late afternoon creeping closer to evening with every second when she finally got to leave the large toy store. She cursed in her mind as she kept forgetting to bring comfy shoes to change into when she worked long hours. Heels were beautiful but a killer.
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Poseidon had been busy. If he couldn't get one kid to squeak, he would with another. Raiden had come by that afternoon like she occasionally did for lunch to keep a standing with her father. With Poseidon it took considerable effort from the other side. She had fixed him up a bento of sushi and other seafood mixed with his rice. He'd practically ignored her the whole time until she started talking about her personal life. How she missed her friend who was dating this boy that was like him. Immortal. His ears perked. When she said Zoe's name, two and two were slapped together. Zoe was Theseus' little semi-mortal brat who still had his locket. He knew she still had it because this beautiful forgery was without any power. It was a replica. When Zoe had fallen in the water months ago the one she had had sent a jolt. He tested his theory with the replica, but when it touched water it was lifeless.
Raiden sat slumped in the chair sending Zoe a text that was left unanswered. "She must be at work," she muttered under her breath. Poseidon had played it casually but eventually he got her to spill where this little spawn of Theseus worked. He dropped Raiden off at the subway promising to see her again. It was a promise that would always fall flat until she made a move.
He parked just by the main entrance, rolling the window down when she came into view. "Zoe, is it?" He asked with a cringe. That name was so...flat. he looked like a creep picking up his next victim. "I need to talk with you." More like threaten. His eyes instantly zoomed in on the locket. It confirmed his suspicions.
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Zoe had been texting Ray back explaining she’d been at work so couldn’t respond earlier when the car window went down. She looked at the man with a furrowed brow, did she know him? The locket around her neck was nestled into the open neckline of her cute short sleeved blouse she wore with a grey pencil skirt. “Yes... do I know you?” like hell she was getting into strange cars with strange men. And then it came back to her, the horrible memory of how she met her great-grandfather. She’d tried to block it out and honestly she barely looked at him because she was so scared but it was apparent that she definitely knew who she was talking to right now.
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That laugh of his was dangerous. So was the look in his eye, because there was something sinister hiding behind his amusement. "Well, you know my daughter, and you definitely know that washed up excuse for a son. Theseus is it?" As if he didn't know, more or less he didn't care. Theseus had failed twice, and the proof was in her locket. "You have something that belongs to me."
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She made no move to get in the car, his laughter feeling like ice water. “Yes... I know them. I know you. I don’t have anything that belongs to you. So if you’ll excuse me...” she started to walk again.
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"Oh but you do. That little jewel around your neck. That belongs to me, sweetheart. I suggest you get inside before I really get testy. Just a drive. It's a nice night." He tapped the steering wheel. "Let's not keep me waiting."
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“It was my grandmother’s, she gave it to me.” she said defensively and curled her hand around it. “No, thank you. I’m going to miss my bus.” no way was she going with Poseidon..
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His laughter now was completely chilling. It cut her words off like a knife. "I didn't ask you if you wanted to get in, I told you to." He would destroy her if she tested too much of his patience. "If you want to go home without a scratch I suggest you get in. Theseus might give a damn, but I don't."
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She froze and tried not to look scared, her chin raising defiantly as she opened the car door with some force and got in. She buckled up and didn’t look at him.
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"Good girl." He wasn't going to hurt her too much as long as she cooperated. This could be quick and painless.
He drove out of the city in silence until there was more grass and trees than buildings. "What will it take to make you give that up?" He would try this the nice way first.
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She kept her eyes focused on the scenery outside and said sarcastically, “A hundred billion dollars.” a very rude way of saying it was not for sale.
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"Is that all?" He stopped the car slowly, the brakes screeching against the pavement. "You think you're being smart with me, but don't try and waste my time." The object on her neck was never Theseus' to give away. "Your grandfather is a fool. Don't think I will be." He wasn't swayed by big brown eyes.
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She leaned back against the car as she turned in a little, “It’s not for sale or trade or anything. It’s just a locket with no meaning to anyone but me so can’t you just buy something else?” she had no idea the significance of the necklace, how important it really was. She was just tired of people wanting it.
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He gripped her arm with little give as it tightened. "Because that is a piece of my trident. So I don't care what it means to you, it does not belong to you." He held onto her arm even when he hit the gas pedal again. When he had driven them out far enough where there was no traffic, just the middle of nowhere he got out of the car and pulled her with him.
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A piece of his what?? She couldn’t argue much because of his grip on her and she struggled as he dragged her out of the car, “Let go of me!” he had to be lying, a locket was no way a part of his whatever. There was a thought niggling at the back of her head...
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"You're dating an immortal, it should be obvious that there are ththings your puny mortal brain cannot handle. Now give it over." He couldn't just kill her for it or rip it from her because he'd enchanted his trident so only blood of his blood could obtain it, but his blood could also not rip it from him. In this case he could not rip it from her or kill her. Damn Theseus for even giving it away. She had to give it up willingly.
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He knew about Greed? That was worrisome but she struggled, trying to get her arm away from him, “No!” she ground out. It was the last thing she had that belonged to her grandmother, she didn’t care if it was part of Poseidon’s trident, it meant everything to her.
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He wasn't the god she wanted to piss off. He was still being fair. "Let me put this a little plainer," he jerked her towards him, gripping her chin so she was forced to look at him. "What do you not want to happen. I don't know who your boy toy is, but I can easily make things a little difficult for him." Killing was easy, torture sent a greater message.
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She leaned her head back, trying to get her chin out of his grasp. There was fear in her eyes. Greed was powerful but Poseidon, though diminished with modern times, was still a God. So she played the only card she had, “Why don’t you just take it..” because now she was curious. He was spending way too much time and effort on something a common mugger could have accomplished twenty minutes ago.
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That was what he liked to see. Fear. He grinned wide, his grip still keeping her chin locked in place. He could smell it come off of her in waves. "Yes sweetheart, I know who he is." He didn't know specifically, but he'd done some research after that stunt at the restaurant months ago. "It also has not escaped me that Theseus let you borrow the company jet. My jet." So he knew there was someone, something she wanted to protect. "The reason I can't just rip it off you is because of what is inside that trident. What . Only blood of my blood can have it. The wearer cannot be killed and it can not be taken. It must be given. But don't think I won't use force."
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She still struggled but now a couple of things were becoming clear. She was terrified of Poseidon, no doubt. But she wanted to protect Greed. Her voice was a little out of breath with his hold but she tried to appear somewhat bold, “No... you don’t know who he is or you’d have threatened him by name.” and when Poseidon revealed why he hadn’t just taken the locket... she shoved at him as hard as she could, “Then you’re not getting it, are you.” if she had a choice to keep it then by hell she was going to hang on to it no matter what he did.
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His arm quickly came out as he backhanded her across the face. She was not on his good list anymore. "Don't try and protect him, it only makes me want to destroy him that much more." He would have his possession one way or another, and if he couldn't get it off her willingly, he would find another route. It didn't mean she would walk away unscathed, that just wasn't his way. He meant business and he showed it best with force. "Ask yourself which is more important. You will either give me the necklace or you will lose something else equally as important." Poseidon didn't know the boy's real name but he had an alias. That would be easy to locate. "Whoever he is---" she struggled out of his grip but he jerked her back, pulling her arms behind her back to keep her still. His iron grip would squeeze with each second, tugging on her muscles. "He'll pay," he hissed against her ear. "The same way Theseus has." Proof in just his words that he wasn't not even kind to his own children except very few.
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The backhand, she didn't know what she expected but not that, felt like an explosion of pain on her face that shot up and into her head where a ringing noise occurred. She didn't even realize that her cheek had split open a crack because of Poseidon's wedding ring knocking against it. It was a good thing he had a grip on her or else she'd have fallen down to the ground. She stayed quiet as he made more threats, she wasn't willing to part with the necklace, it was all she had left of her family but now Greed... she clenched her teeth and turned her face away from Poseidon when he squeezed her arms like he'd break them. She did not like Poseidon threatening Greed even if he didn't know who he was but she was in too much pain and way too scared to say anything in reply. But she definitely was not handing the locket over to him.
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"Nothing?" He was a murder and a rapist, people found out too little too late what it meant to test his limits---because he wouldn't stop because someone begged mercy. She wasn't saying the words but he could feel it in her bones. She was afraid and that was something he got off on. "I may not know who your little friend is, but I know who he pretends to be."
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She refused to beg for mercy from a cruel tyrant like Poseidon. No matter how fuckin terrified she was.. "You go near him and I will disappear with the locket." she looked at him with those big brown eyes that were trying to be brave. But there was something else he'd seen in them, there was a hint of Poseidon himself in them, "You will never see it again." he forgot that despite her being a puny mortal, she did descend from him and threats to her person made her weak, but threats to what she loved she would try to be strong for.
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Greed had taught her to fight for what she wanted, to be strong because that was what he did every time they were together. Greed made the impossible seem possible. Poseidon didn't care for that or that she stood up for Greed. He wouldn't care if she stood up for Theseus. Poseidon was a hypocrite. He harped and preached things He didn't follow himself. He twisted one of her wrists so that there was a loud crunching sound. "I will break you piece by piece," he didn't like when he was spoken too with defiance, she was also not one of his own (no matter the line), she was a spawn of Theseus and he would break them both by hurting her. It was exciting because he hadn't gotten to dirty his hands since he came back from Hades. This felt good.
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Zoe had never had a broken bone before, she'd sprained ankles and wrists and gotten bruised and banged up and even grazed by a bullet once thanks to her boyfriend but never a broken bone. So her bravado flew out the window at the sound of the crunch and she screamed in pain, her knees buckling. She couldn't form words right now if she wanted to.
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It was the sound of victory to Poseidon. Curdling screams and broken bones. Head games worked too, but not without a little physical pain. He let her drop to the ground, his fingers having burned bruises on her skin. "I hope I make myself clear. Whatever I do to you is only ten times worse to whatever idiot you're trying to protect. I will take back what is mine." He watched her crumple into a lump. "Poor thing," he chided, squatting to pull a strand of hair from her face. "Keep in mind I might not he able to kill you as long as that is around your neck, but I will break you. Mentally and physically. Between Theseus and Raiden I'll ruin you. And that boy of yours won't stand a chance."
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Zoe curled in, soft sounds of pain emitting from her as he let her drop. She was shaking, wide eyes filled with fear staring at him when he moved the hair from her face. Her eyes closed as the threats didn't stop and finally tears spilled down her cheeks. She'd tried to be brave for as long as she could but now she was just broken.
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He patted her head, fingers soft through her hair. It was the eerie softness that made most people uncomfortable because he was giving a show after having thrown such a heavy blow. "We'll be in touch." He stood then going to his car and leaving her a mess on the ground to find her own way home.
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Zoe couldn't even get up. She cringed when he touched her and more tears came after the sound of his car leaving was heard. She was in pain but she felt utterly alone. She knew Greed was with Lust but how was she supposed to explain this to Gabe? She couldn't call Ray or Theseus, she didn't know what they'd told Poseidon or if they were working with him. She didn't even know where she was! So she lay there in the dirt and cried as useless as it was before she finally took out her phone with a shaky hand and called Greed. She would be devastated if he didn't answer but on the other hand she didn't expect him to even though he was the only person she completely trusted and wanted to see right now.
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It was getting harder and harder for Greed to walk in Lust's door immediately wanting sex after Lithuania and even a little before. The Sin might be pissed at his softness, but it only got madder when Lust baited him. He'd kept his mouth clamped shut a little longer. Something was missing. Something was different. He'd laid in bed on his side tracing a finger over that damn bird tattooed on his wrist.
He'd gotten out of the bathroom, stumbling over his clothes like a drunk man. His phone was on silent so the call went straight to voicemail. He'd been pulling over a shirt when he saw the phone light up that he'd missed a call. In most cases Zoe laid low during these times. He looked at the number for some time feeling his heart sink that he'd missed it and not know why.
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When Greed didn't pick up, Zoe let the phone slide out of her hand and burst into fresh tears that wracked her body. She knew he wouldn't pick up, but it was the final crushing blow to an already painful day. She needed him and he wasn't there. Poseidon could break every bone in her body and it wouldn't be as painful as the reminder that at the end of the day, she had to depend on herself. She let herself have a good cry to the point where she had to take in big gulps of air to try to calm down. Okay Zoe, you can do this. Your legs aren't broken so get up. All you have to do for right now is get up.
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Theseus had followed Poseidon after hearing him and Raiden talk. He knew deep down that this had finally surfaced and Poseidon was going directly for the source instead of using him. To Poseidon Theseus had failed his task. He'd pay later, but right now there was something about it Theseus didn't like. He didn't drive so that was out. So, he'd taken a cab. Even when the driver lost sight of Poseidon Theseus knew that his father liked secluded places. He liked making people feel small and helpless. He liked backing them into corners.
Even when he'd seen the car from a distance in some slightly wooded area among green grass and a lake nearby. His feet were literally grounded in the spot the cabby let him out at. He watched but there was little Theseus could do up against his father. He would only be adding fuel to the fire. Better to have one of them walk out unharmed. It made his stomach turn though, he was not okay with this. There was little he could do, and as his stories made sure to repeat, Hr was a coward to the core.
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She managed to finally get up into a sitting position and still was crying. She held her broken wrist to her chest and had no idea what to do. Her cheek was stinging but not nearly as bad as her arm. Her clothes were ruined and she didn't even know who to call and even if she did, she didn't know where she was.
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He waited until he couldn't sit and watch anymore. Poseidon was long gone now, he could walk down to get her without feeling his father breathing down their necks.
His shadow covered her from behind as he came closer. "Zoe?" He asked rather pathetically. There was guilt in his voice. He should have come sooner.
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She jumped a mile at the voice. Part of her hoped that somehow Greed had found her but the brief elation at the thought died a quick death when she turned and saw it was Theseus. She instinctively shrank from him, not knowing if he was coming as another ‘message’ from Poseidon or not.
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It was an awful feeling to see her pull away. "Come on let's get you up." He slipped his arms under her hers, using his chest as a wall for her to put her back to. "I should have come sooner," he muttered to himself in anger. He was a coward at the times he needed to be a hero. She was the only person in this city that had some warmth towards him and he kept kicking her in the back.
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She winced because of her wrist and her feet went in both directions as he tried to help her up. She smacked his arms with her good one, getting him off her, stumbling a couple of steps away from him. “What’re you doing here?” she asked harshly. It was the middle of nowhere and she wasn’t stupid. This was not a coincidence.
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"I'm here because I followed you." Once she was able to stand, limbs out an looked to the cracked wrist. He held her arm gently. "Need to get you to the hospital." He took a deep breath, his thumb brushing over the skinned cheek. It was rough, but Poseidon had been known for so much worse. She should count herself lucky.
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She shoved him weakly with her good arm to get him away from her. “You followed me..? You mean you followed your father.” she looked absolutely repulsed. “So you watched him beat me?” she turned away not even waiting for an answer since it was obvious he just let Poseidon wail on her, then waited while she cried in the dirt to make sure no harm would come to him and then wanted to play hero. She took a few unsteady steps before her legs quivered like jello. Her adrenaline had spiked and now her system was crashing.
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"I didn't know what to do," he was still learning how to do this. Zoe was the first daughter he'd had in some time. The first kid he'd formed any attachment to, because Theseus didn't form attachments. "I'm no match to Poseidon." He caught her before she fell again. She needed to calm down first.
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“Don’t touch me!” she yelled when he grabbed her again, albeit to be helpful but she wasn’t in the mood to be helped now. Fresh tears were pricking her eyes and she felt sick. “You’re right, so why bother trying.” her words were watery and acidic. He hadn’t said anything, he hadn’t even let his presence been known. He saved his own skin and now was trying to mend what was left of hers. She held her broken mangled wrist to her chest and wished that she had been all alone.
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"Zoe, let me get you to the hospital." He had saved his own skin, but it had been horrible to watch. He was constantly being put to the test with her, and he failed hard. "Look, I've got a cab waiting. Just come with me."
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She wouldn’t look at him and shook her head. Her whole body was aching, she was not going to get to the city by herself but she was stubborn. After a moment she asked, “Did you tell him...” Poseidon had said he knew about the jet and about Greed. About the locket. All things Theseus had promised he wouldn’t tell Poseidon. If he broke that promise...
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"No, I didn't. It was the girl." He was quick to answer. He threw Raiden under the bus because it once again saved his own ass. More importantly it was the truth. "Poseidon put bits and pieces together and made his own conclusions."
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She looked confused for a moment and then realized he meant Raiden. Raiden and how close she was to her father, how she did know about Zoe’s personal life. She closed her eyes.. Oh Ray... She just nodded her head with her eyes closed, an occasional tear slipping past still. She believed him when he said he didn’t betray her. It didn’t ease the burn of his shameful heroics but she wasn’t fighting to get him away.
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Raiden was just a pawn for her father. He'd used her underhandedly and the girl had thought it as affection, interest in her life. If she had know what she had said had been at the expense of her friend she would have felt terrible. Theseus put his hands on Zoe's shoulders. "Come on," he eased her softly to walk. He needed to get her fixed up so his conscience would be clear.
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She let him lead her into the cab, most of the fight draining out of her. She needed kindness and tender care and even if she didn’t want it from him, he was the only one offering. She didn’t say a word even if he tried to talk to her. Her head rested against the window, broken wrist clutched to her chest and her hair falling across her damaged cheek all the way to the hospital.
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He let her lean on him into the hospital. It was a busy night. Had he not been so tired he would have left the moment he brought her in. Instead he had passed out in the waiting area until the doctor's announced she was doing well. There were a lot of questions as to what caused the break but he lied to keep things simple. There was definite worry on his face. He'd never meant for things to get this ugly.
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Zoe kept asking when she could go, there was no way that she could afford to stay a night in the hospital. She had no health insurance and she made little money as it was. She was pale as she was sitting up in the reclining bed in a hospital gown. Her ruined clothes along with her phone and other belongings in a box that was given to Theseus. She also had an IV hooked up to her good arm while the other had been put in a cast and two ugly stitches were on her cheek to fix the rupture there. She really wanted to go home and to her own bed but was partly glad Theseus was there to answer the doctor’s questions but she didn’t want to deal with it.
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He was given her belongings including the necklace that had started this whole downslide. He could pocket it and put an end to this whole thing. He could run with it now and be done. Theseus held it in his hand until the doctor came over for a few more questions. He wiggled his way around the truth a little longer. It was a mugger. There was no one to press charges to. She needed to go home.
He looked down in his hand not able to just bolt. He was emotionally invested now which was the problem. If he made a run now he'd be leaving her to the wolves again. Theseus stepped inside her room, knocking on the door. "You ready to go home?" He asked softly, dipping his head through the doorframe. He dropped the necklace into her good hand, as he took a seat beside the bed. "There will be a time you'll have to let this go."
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She looked over to him at the knock and then nodded, “Yeah... they charge by the hour on these beds I think.” she was weak, it was why they had her on an IV drip but all Zoe could think about was the cost and her lack of finances or insurance. She hadn’t asked to call anyone, not even her boyfriend and not once did she ask if he called since her phone wasn’t with her.
She went to move the sheet back and realized it was with her casted hand... this would take some getting used to. She blinked when he pooled the necklace in her hand, it immediately closing around it in relief. She quickly put it over her head, letting it drop into place around her neck. Since Poseidon told her how it worked, she knew Theseus didn’t have to give it back to her. “Thank you..” she said softly and sincerely. She had no intention of letting it go.
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“He will find a way now. Just---be careful.” He still had the rest of her belongings in his lap as he sat for a minute. He wasn’t comfortable being this comforting person, he had no idea how to do this. He wasn’t sure if he just left her there or waited. “Don’t think about the hospital bill. It’s covered. Just tell your boyfriend it’s part of his bill.” Theseus owed still a good amount of money, this would be one more checkmark off and one less dollar to pay.
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She nodded, but the look on her face suggested she was willing to more beatings by Poseidon. Theseus didn’t realize what the locket meant to her. To him it was just a ‘thing’, like her grandmother had been. She didn’t expect him to understand. She shook her head vehemently when he mentioned the bill would be part of what he owed Greed, “No, that’s separate. I’ll pay you back for the hospital on my own.” she frowned, not even wanting to know how much it was. And also deeply annoyed and kinda hurt that Theseus was using the hospital bill as a way to try to clear his own debt. Could she really blame him though? “I’ll do.. installments or something.”
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"I don't want you to do that," he spat trying not to get irritated by this. He was already uneasy. "You should look into insurance." Or that boyfriend of hers actually show something other than possession over her. The doctor came in to check in with her. He looked at her file and all her vitals. "How are we doing on pain?" She still looked a little pale. So, when he walked back out he summoned Theseus to follow. Out of earshot he explained that he'd like to keep her a little longer. She was doing well, but her system was still traumatized which happened in situations like this. Theseus nodded, the phone in the bag he still had in his hands going off. He looked at the number. Fucking Greed. This was his chance to wiggle out of a little debt. So, he picked up the phone answering before Greed had the chance to say her name.
Greed pulled away from his phone his defenses already bristled because that was not the voice he wanted to hear. "What did you do with her?!" He barked defensively.
"She's in the hospital." Theseus explained. He mentioned Poseidon, the money and that if he wanted to see her he better get his ass down quick before the hospital discharged her, because Theseus didn't think he could take her home and play supportive. She needed someone.
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"I don't wanna get beat up by old Greek Gods so we're both shit out of luck it seems." now she was just crabby. She still didn't look at him, just nodded her head in a right right motion, "Sure, insurance. I'll get to that right after I buy my beach house in Fiji and my unicorn." what planet did he live on? She barely made rent some months! She looked at the doctor when he came in and said, "Groovy. Can I go home?" she'd miss the morphine they were pumping into her but she really could not afford any of this extravagant care. (to her it was extravagant). She sighed when he walked out with dear old granddad. Maybe she could just leave and they wouldn't notice.
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"I'm sorry," he said quickly, putting a hand out on hers. "Poseidon doesn't have a soft bone in his body." He genuinely meant the apology. Whatever Theseus was dished in the past he wouldn't want it put on a woman, let alone his little girl. As that thought shot into his mind He retracted his hand. He was getting way too involved.
"Just get here." He hung up the phone and took another deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. It was already morning and He needed to get to work himself.
When Theseus returned to the room he sat her back of stuff at the foot of the bed. "I have to get to work---but" did he tell her her boyfriend was coming?
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She looked at his hand and then at him, "Apparently." since she'd just gotten a beatdown by the man she was aware he was not soft. After he came back and left her stuff there, she shrugged, "It's fine. Thank you for..." she waved her hand and then rubbed her forehead. Just thank you in general for the things he DID do right. "I'm going to call my roommate and he can come get me." she didn't want Theseus to pretend to worry for longer than he had to.
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He didn't do a lot of things right, but when he did it mattered. As short a lifespan as those right things had. "Oh...I wouldn't. You're boyfriend is on his way and sounds pissed off. He called." He shuffled further away from the bed. "I'll call later." If he remembered. He wasn't feeling seeing Poseidon after this. If the olympian was going to wail on anyone he should have kept it within his inner circle.
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Zoe looked at him with her mouth open, "He's what?" she really didn't know what Theseus was thinking and it wasn't a big deal except Zoe wanted a reason to be mad at him. She wanted a reason to throw him out so he wouldn't walk away. "Did I ask you to tell him anything? No. Did you ever think that maybe I knew what I was doing? One of my wrists is broken, it doesn't mean I don't know how to dial or to ask for who I do and do not want coming here!" she threw back the sheet to climb out of bed and promptly fell to the floor. Meds + trauma = Not a good idea to be standing up in a huff.
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Theseus was near the door when she started her tirade. "You asked me to give him a chance, now is his opportunity." It was a test for Greed if anything. He was about to rush to help her up but a team of nurses and the doctor came in pushing him out. He hoped at least that Greed showed.
And he did....about an hour or so later. 9 oclock traffic was over, but it was still early morning. He didn't know what he was expecting when he'd called her back that morning, but it hadnt been Theseus. He'd wanted to hear Zoe's voice, and now he felt worse than ever that he'd missed that call. When he came to the room Zoe's door was open. Theseus had stuck around until the flamboyant Sin showed. When he stood out of his seat in the waiting room, Greed wasted no time decking him right in the face with one powerful punch. It caused a stir and right within Zoe's eyesight.
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"His opportunity to what? Take me off your hands!?" she swatted at the nurses and doctors that were trying to get her back in bed, "I'm FINE." she yelled at them but was instantly tired out. The doctor frowned and went to Theseus, "I think maybe you should wait out here so it doesn't antagonize her..." when Theseus informed him he was leaving, the doctor advised that maybe Theseus could wait until Greed showed up. The medication and the trauma was making her a little loopy, it wasn't Theseus he assured him. But she had no family, and refused to give Greed's or anybody's number in case something suddenly went wrong and they needed to get in touch with someone. So Theseus was stuck there.
The nurse calmed her down, tucked her in, still in a sitting up position as she reinserted the IV, increasing the morphine drip so Zoe's body slowly went lax. She turned her head to the open door when she saw Theseus stand up and jumped, "Oh!" when Greed appeared and sucker punched him. It took only a split second for several nurses and security to try to break up the scuffle.
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It took at least five men to hold Greed back. Only one to help Theseus to his feet. Greed was already rearing to throw another punch, and one of the nurses brought up sedation as a possibility if Greed did not calm down.
Theseus held his busted nose waving for them to let the boy go. "Go see her." He said through a little river of blood. The nurse was able to coax Greed down enough so he could go inside. They were not going to let him in a hothead, not after her trauma.
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Zoe watched the whole thing with wide eyes, whatever she could see through the narrow door frame. She was surprised Theseus didn't hit back.. then again was it really a surprise that the coward didn't want to engage in conflict? It could have been sweet and understanding that he knew Greed was upset. Instead she knew he just didn't want to rumble with the Sin and was distracting him with a shiny Zoe. She didn't even look at Greed when he finally came in the room.
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Greed was still fuming when he went in, the nurse sticking rift by the door for safety in case he decided to go off again. When the coast was clear she would leave. Theseus had taken the opportunity to clean up and bail. It's what he was good at.
Greed wasn't a fan of hospitals. They smelled like old ladies and felt like cages. But his shiny toy was hurt and if he'd have taken home she'd have had duct tape a mile high up her arm. "I'll fucking kill that sorry ass mermaid Olympian"
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She figured Theseus was going to run away, she was surprised he lasted this long really. She still didn't look at Greed, just replied with the truth, "No, you won't." he wasn't going to kill Poseidon.
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"Watch me try. Think if I had a lightening rod I could ram it right through him and he'd smoke." He scooted his chair a little closer, letting the legs drag against the tile floor. He had noticed she didn't even look at him. "He's gone so you can stop being a turtle." Meaning stop the childish ignore your boyfriend phase.
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She just shook her head lightly knowing Greed would do no such thing to Poseidon mainly because it was impossible to. She ignored what he said and only responded with, "Shouldn't you be at work?"
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"I was at work until some dickhead told me my girlfriend was in the hospital!" He'd sobered up real quick, high off Lust or not. Theseus voice alone had been the perfect reminder that there was someone else in this world he hated than some of his siblings. He felt a little shoved to the side with her brush off. "I missed your call." Before she could respond he climbed up into the bed with her. He'd have drawn her face to his but he could see the soft bruises to her chin and the doctored cheek. His little toaster was falling apart. Greed brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead, settling in on that tiny ass bed as if he could fit.
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"I know." she said quietly as he climbed into bed with her. She'd been devastated when he hadn't answered her call, she really didn't know what she would have done if Theseus hadn't come along. She closed her eyes as he kissed her tenderly and swept her hair to the side. Seeing him now was just putting her back in that place in the dirt.
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"I know somewhere in that head of yours you want me to leave because you think fishboy is gonna get me. Stop it." He rested his chin on her head. She looked like she was about to bust at the seams.
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She pushed at his chest with her good arm to get him off, "You need to take this seriously. Poseidon said he doesn't know what you are but I think he has your name. You once told me that we had to take time apart so your family wouldn't kill me. Now it's your turn." he forced her to listen to him to protect her and she expected him to do the same.
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"You think I'm leaving after he wailed on my girlfriend?" He kept saying it, he liked saying it. It made him feel better to say it. "Fuck no." He didn't want to crush her, he wasn't sure what else would crunch. She looked so breakable with her wrist in a cast. "If you're trying to guilt trip me its working so stop it!" He huffed. He didn't like thinking while he was gone he'd been so drunk off Lust he'd missed it. But he remembered a lot faster. It was actually safe to say he didn't really forget her this time. It was getting harder for him to let her go.
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"You asked me to back off when things were shitty with your family and I did, so now you need to suck it up and do the same." she huffed herself, "What do you have to feel guilty about? That you were fucking while I was get the snot beat out of me? Because correct me if I'm wrong but aren't you the one who told me that you don't feel guilt?" he actually had felt guilty once or twice but it was a rare occasion and she was too upset right now to care.
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Every time Zoe made progress something happened and they were right back to this 'you left me/forgot about me' thing. He growled a little defensively. "Oh, so this is my fault now? Just let him fucking kill me and get it over with. Then he can get past this stupid ass torture shit." Greed didn't like waiting. Even if he knew he was gonna bite the bullet. He was ready at any time. This cat and mouse game he was getting from her family was bullshit. He sat up, the edge of the bed creaking with his weight.
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She was close to losing it and breaking down at his biting tone but she still didn't look at him, it was the only way she was keeping it together. "If you're going to be dramatic about it then just fucking leave." she didn't want to think of him dying and she knew it wasn't his fault but she was an absolute mess right now, a house of cards that he was huffing and puffing at.
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"You aren't going to push me away, so you can stop trying." He started piling her things under his arm as he hopped off the bed. Not before laying his phone by her which he had turned off. "I'm taking you home. You can bitch at me then."
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She ignored his phone and threw up her good arm, “Are you crazy? Can you put my things down? I will get home myself, I don’t need you to help me!” her tone was biting and maybe reminiscent of the fact that when she had reached out for his help, he hadn’t been there to give it. She could do it on her own damnit. She had to.
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He couldn't just hoist her over his shoulder this time. "I will roll this damn bed out to the car, so you better hold on." Or she stopped being an ass. He was about to do just that when the doctor showed back up. He waved for them both to hang on. He checked everything out again, asking Zoe if she was ready to go. He wanted to keep her there even a little longer but there was little the doctors could do for her now. He instructed Greed in all the things she needed, rest being the most important. He also wrote off a prescription for pain should it flare up after the morphine wore off.
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“No, I’m not ready to go.” she folded her good arm across her chest, “He is.” she shot Greed a look. “Can you give that to me, not him. I’ll get it filled when I leave.” stressing all the I’s because this was not a ‘we’ thing.
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The doctor laughed it off in a soft hum. "Go home, get some rest. You've been through a lot." He nodded at Greed who pocketed her prescription and sat at the edge of her bed. "Alright sourpuss. We're going to get you to the car, strap you on the roof, get your drugs and take you home with me. So get up, shake your ass in that sexy hospital gown and let's go."
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She gave him a death glare, one he hadn’t seen in over a month since she’d been playing the good little girlfriend but all of that was out the window now. She hmph’d and turned her face away from him, an obstinate look on her features. She was not setting foot out of that bed.
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Though he contemplated skating out of the room with the bed he ended up scooping her up into a bundle in his arms. There was more than one way to do this. "Get my phone and your bag will you?" She still had one arm. She was going to have to earn her spot on his bed the more she fought him.
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Shame she was looking away so when he scooped her up she winced (her body was dainty so the bruises made her fragile but she’d have winced a butterfly landed on her) and then looked at him in surprise. She was super weak so couldn’t even struggle much. “Put me down...!” she hissed at him. When he told her to grab his phone and her stuff, she did reach down but she was straining for an out of reach bedpan she wanted to smack him with.
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He pulled the bedsheet with her so that the rest of the hospital didn't see her ass. It wasn't for her benefit but for his. He wasn't going to have old geezers getting off on his girlfriends ass. She felt lite in his arms, more than usual. He was gentler than usual because she was like a bird in his arms with a broken wing. "I'll squeeze," he taunted with his hand on one of her buttcheeks until she picked up his phone and her bag. He wanted to get her home and cover her in one of his shirts and his kisses. He wanted roll her all over him so she knew who she belonged to. So that next time Poseidon decided to hurt her he knew who he was messing with.
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At least he had the sense to cover her butt. She glared at him as if he wouldn’t dare grab her ass while she was injured... and people walking by every five seconds. Her steely gaze wavered because she knew him and who was she kidding, he would totally grab her ass in front of everyone. She huffed making a noise of frustration as she grabbed their things, “I hate you.” she said in a dull voice, her face looking like a five year old that got put in time out. “We are getting this filled and then you are dropping me off at my apartment.” she wasn’t asking, she was telling him.
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"We'll see." He grabbed her butt cheek anyway. She may be fighting to hold it together but he knew she was most at ease with him there. He wasn't there when it happened or when she called, he'd be damned if he wasn't there now. He carried her to the car, picked up her meds and carried her again once he'd gotten to his apartment. In Greed's mind the safest place she could be was squirreled away with him where he could take care of her.
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She argued with him about everything and when she saw they clearly were not headed in the direction of her apartment, she bitched at him until she wore herself out. She was pale again by the time they reached his place and she had actually fallen asleep for a few minutes in the car. “I wanna go home.” she growled at him when he took her into his bedroom and set her down on the bed.
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He ignored her fussiness, though it was good to hear she hadn't lost her spirit. He fumbled around his room for some time reappearing to flop on the bed behind her. He was very gentle untying the strings of her gown so that it slid off her shoulders. "Arms up!" Overhead he had a t-shirt ready to pull over her head.
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She didn’t fight him as she sat there or when he was undoing her gown, but she did squirm. She turned her head to her shoulder to give him side evil eye, even if there was a hint of almost poutiness in her voice, “Take me home now.” she was not putting her arm up but he was wearing her down.
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"No." He insisted and put the shirt hole over her head where it pooled on her neck. Once he'd pulled through each of her arms he used himself as her new blanket. "We're staying right here."
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She fidgeted when he put the shirt on her and then shoved at him weakly with her good hand, “Fine, I’ll call a cab. You stay away from me.” but that anger was fading.
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His arms were squeezed gently around her. "Kinda hard to call for an escort home when you're tied up." He kissed her cheek. The more he pushed, the more she would let go.
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As much as she didn’t want to be near him, her body did. It always was a traitor to her around him and it relaxed some against him even as she said, “Fine but I still hate you...” shoving very lightly at one of his hands around her.
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Usually she took his shoes off, loosened his tie and dress clothes but he did it himself. Once he was comfortable his arms were back around her. "Hate me all you want." She knew better. He tugged the shirt down over her hips once he dragged her to lay down with him.
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“Good, cause I do.” she winced when he moved her, the short sleeve showed the ugly blotchy bruise that was darkening on her arm from where Poseidon gripped her and her shoulders were screaming in pain with his hold. She hadn’t looked in a mirror yet, didn’t want to. She knew she had little stitches on her cheek and her jaw hurt but she hoped there wasn’t any bruising (there was). She put her face on the pillow on the uninjured side and her voice was sleepy as she said while closing her eyes, “A lot.”
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"Oh come on, that's the best you've got?" He teased her but kept a gentle hold on her so that she could fall asleep. "Don't have any more insults than that?" He hummed against the crown of her head, the strokes of his fingers in her hair just as soft as his hold.
They both fell to sleep but he was quickly woken when she started to stir. Her cheeks were wet, so he sat up abruptly trying to wake her. He'd never seen her like that which instantly made him protective.
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She slept best when he was with her, even if she did claim to hate him at the moment they both knew it wasn’t true. She’d barely slept at the hospital, every little noise would startle her and she was so emotionally wound up it just wasn’t happening. So now in his arms she relaxed enough to let sleep overtake her. But it wasn’t peaceful, it was hellish and whatever nightmare she was in caused her to kick in her sleep, curling inward as if something was attacking her. She was crying, her eyes closed tightly shut, whimpering like a scared child as a monster wreaked havoc in her mind.
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"Zoe!" Greed yelled avoiding her kicks and still trying to rouse her from her sleep. He'd never seen her like this. Even the hell hound hadn't gotten to her in this way. The more she curled inside herself he felt locked out. He had to drag her out of this so she knew he was there.
He wiped her tears off her cheek, kissing where they were. "Zoe, please." This was disturbing him. His prize, his possession, his girl was in a state he couldn't duct tape her out of. It made him angry. Theseus had said Poseidon had attacked but what all did he do besides what he could see?
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The difference had been when the hell hound attacked, Greed had been her rescuer. He saved her from that situation but with Poseidon, she was alone and lost the battle. Even in the aftermath when she desperately wanted him there, it hadn’t been possible. She felt like a child, not a woman, when Poseidon had her. She’d felt small, weak, and like she was going to be crushed. Worse, he’d threatened Greed and he was all she had in this world. She couldn’t protect him if she couldn’t even protect herself. His soft touches and kisses eventually calmed her down so she wasn’t trying to get him away. Her toes uncurled and slowly her lashes fluttered, her eyes opening just a crack but otherwise she didn’t move. It was as if she was scared and unsure if she was awake or still dreaming and she didn’t know if an attack was going to happen as tears still spilled from her eyes.
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"Zoe?" His voice squeaked. It was driving him crazy. They had both built each other up, he didn't expect Zoe to be this weak girl anymore. And that was just it, she was this little girl trembling. He'd played her protector before, kidnapper and rescuer. But he had failed this time and he hated it. "I'm sorry," he was because Greed was supposed to take care of his things. He cupped her face, thumbs caressing her cheeks to look at him. "Talk to me, baby."
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She kept her eyes closed but she could feel his touch. Her mind, the logical part knew the facts, but it didn’t make her feel any better. She could keep it in or hide it or deny it or lie but he’d said he wanted her to be honest. Another tear would hit his thumb as she said in a barely audible voice, “You weren’t there..” she almost still couldn’t believe it. She relied on him so much now, to be her rock, to be her strength, her support. He wanted her to rely solely on him and it was a huge eye opener that she did. And that was a problem, because he couldn’t be there for her all the time.
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His brows creased upward, swallowing down the pride she had just kicked. "I know," but he didn't look defeated. She was right, he acknowledged that because he knew it. He'd felt it when he'd missed her call in the first place. He was angry at himself.
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She’d been expecting the excuses. Lust would kill them if he didn’t see her, bla bla bla. But none of them came. So she slowly opened her eyes, they were wet but she looked at him for the first time since the hospital. There was too much fear and pain to process from her encounter with Poseidon and she wanted, really needed, Greed to be with her to do it. And she couldn’t do that until they fixed them. Lithuania had made her feel first and this... just knocked her right back to second place. She couldn’t help but hate it even if it was true. She couldn’t help but hate him even if it was just for a little while.
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He kept wiping her face even though he couldn't wipe away what happened. He peeled back a matted hair that had stuck to her face. "I should have been there." He couldn't turn back time, but she could know he understood without her saying anything else. "So you can hate me all you want, just be prepared to stay here for the next couple of days. Because hate me or not I'm not going anywhere."
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It was what she needed to hear, him taking responsibility. But more than that he was saying he knew how she felt and he regretted it. She shifted so she could curl her good arm and head in his lap as she cried some more. For the first time actually going to him instead of pulling away.
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He was relieved when she came to him. She put him in a position he hadn't been in. She challenged him to react, to be responsible not only in what he didn't do, but in who she needed. He kept running his hand through her hair in repetitive motions. He wanted to make her laugh but it didn't feel like the right time. He was learning that mood had to do with more than just sex.
He let her stay quiet for a while but that was just too much silence. "Alright, I invited you over but you have to eat, shoot zombies or something." He wasn't going to have a sad lump all night. "I'll make you a sandwich." Only this was Greed. It would probably look like a five year old made it.
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“You kidnapped me.” came her half dead voice, she hadn’t moved an inch but at least she was in his lap still. She shook her head, “I’m not hungry.” she hadn’t eaten since the evening before and needed to but she couldn’t bring herself to think of food without wanting to upchuck it.
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"I don't care. You're going to eat. Even if its a penis shaped cake, you're going to eat." He slid one leg out from under her. "Come on sunshine I'll carry you."
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She ugh’d, “Chance, I’m really not hungry.” she wrapped her good arm around his other leg, she didn’t want to eat damnit. She wanted to lay here and grow mold.
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He laughed as she latched on, tugging his thigh from her grasp. "If I have to liquify your food and make you drink it, I will." Once he'd gotten off the bed he picked her up to carry her into the kitchen. "If you don't eat no cuddles." He was giving her the option, both of which she needed.
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“I don’t need--” but he was already scooping her up in his arms. “I can walk you know..” she grumbled as she put a hand to her head, the sudden movement from that alone was making her head spin. That and the fact she had more meds than food in her body right now. “I don’t want cuddles, I still hate you.” she said as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She’d forgiven him a great deal but not entirely.
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"Can you, you druggie?" He liked carrying her around, it made him feel all macho. He sat her down on the couch. "So have we decided yet? Liquid or solid food?" He pulled open the refrigerator door with an armful of food. It was stocked more when she was over.
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She gave him a dull look, “Come here so I can punch you...” she leaned against the arm of the couch and watched him with her large brown eyes that looked beaten.
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He opened up the bread placing out two slices and piling meats and cheeses on it. It was when he'd nearly squirted mustard on his suit pants that he stopped. He went back in the bedroom, changed into a pair of casual pants and returned to the kitchen. Shirtless. Then he could get back to work. By the time he was done piling stuff on the sandwich it looked at least a mile high."Still hate me?" He asked licking his thumb, looking incredibly cute.
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She looked at him with a slightly raised brow, “You look like you’re in a porno.” he was half naked, looked amazing of course, and was making a sandwich. It was the set up to a porno for sure. She answered his question by just saying a simple flat, “Yes.” without budging on the sofa.
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"Really? What would be the title?" He laughed slapping the second piece of bread on the top. "I'm not fucking a sandwich though, that's just weird." He leaned his hip on the side of the counter so that she had a full frontal view. "Still hate me?" He would keep asking until she said no.
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She stared at him, more his face because his body was distracting, “The title would be ‘Half naked guy I hate making a sandwich’. Would not watch.” She was too injured to be clever damnit. Her stomach gurgled and she put her casted arm over it as if to tell it to shush. She replied again with, “Yes.”
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"How about 'Want a bite?'" He approached her with the sandwich on a plate, a sway to his hips. He waved the plate up and down and side to side. "Mmmmmm. Looks tasty."
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“Nuh uh.” she turned her lips in and turned her head to the side.
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He took a seat beside her waving it in front of her face. It was too thick for her to even get her mouth around it. "See you just start with one bite and you get a kiss. Or you can grope me. You pick." If he could crack one smile it was a reaction.
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She rested her head on the arm of the couch and eyed the sandwich like it was a fly. She turned her head to look at him, she was a pathetic mess. She shook her head, she didn’t want to eat for fear of throwing up. She didn’t want to do... anything.
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Greed made a pouty face when she turned down his food. He took her good hand and gently placed it on his chest. "Okay grope first now eat."
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There was a ghost of a smile on her lips, a brief flicker of light in her eyes as she looked at him. “I hate you..” she said before she sat up just a little so she was curled next to him, bodies touching as she looked at the sandwich.
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The plate was in his lap when she looked down. "Hey, hey, hey! My eyes are up here, stop looking at my sandwich," which he said in a mocked offensive voice, as if she were looking at him sexually. If he got a ghost of a smile, he might get a full one.
He pulled apart a small chunk of his sandwich. "Do I have to play airplane with it? I will make you eat."
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He was the only person that could make her feel better after a hellish experience like the one she had. At his little jokes, she wanted to smile but didn’t. Instead she leaned in and gave him a sweet kiss, “We have to take a break for a little while.” and she opened her mouth for a bite of the sandwich as if maybe to trade a chunk of sandwich for what she just said. She wouldn’t risk losing him to Poseidon and she rather have him away from her and alive.
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He laughed in a hum as he sat the bite in her mouth. "I will make sure you chew." He waited a few moments before adding, "and you better swallow." He nudged her in the side waiting for an answer on what she thought of his sandwich.
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She chewed slowly and then swallowed, “It’s delicious. Chance, pay attention.” she was serious, “You remember how you asked me to step back when you had family problems? And I listened?”
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He'd pulled off a bite for himself when she started talking again. He didn't want to hear that. Where he couldn't come and go as he pleased with her. He was listening, it just wasn't what he wanted to hear. "I do remember." He stuffed the sandwich bite in his mouth.
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She took a deep breath, “Okay, good. I think it’ll be fine after a few weeks maybe.” assuming what he said meant he agreed to a small break in the relationship for health reasons aka staying alive. She looked at the sandwich but she was feeling sick. Doubtful it had anything to do with food.
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"Two weeks?" He said in a high pitch just after swallowing his bite. "What do you mean?" He still had no idea what had transpired between her and Poseidon other than his handiwork. "What did he say to get to you?" He petted her hair back and put it behind her ear.
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“I mean until it’s safe to see each other. Two, three weeks at the most.” she looked at the ground when he asked her what Poseidon said. She shook her head, leaning away from his touch as she went quiet again.
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"Three now? No." Two was ready one too many too long. He clenched his hand back, setting the plate of food on the table. He took hold of her hand. "Zoe, what did he say to you?" His tone was deep. He wanted an answer.
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She couldn’t even argue as a shiver went through her when he took her hand which remained limp in his. Her voice was shaky as she told him about how Poseidon had picked her up, forced her really, taken her to the remote area and been rough with her. She told him about how the locket can actually protect her to a point. She couldn’t be killed by him or his blood as long as she wore and he couldn’t take it from her. Tears came to her eyes as she told him the truly distressing part, “He’s going to come after you... he wants to hurt you. He said what he did to me is nothing compared to what he’ll do to you. He wants to break me in every way possible and he will destroy you to do it.” she was getting worked up again.
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He'd seen her break down, seen her crazy but this was a new level. Actually seeing her reaction to losing him, it was intense. He pulled her into his lap so she was looking up at him. "You see this," he traced a finger across the bruises on her chin, "and this," his finger moved down to her wrist, "I take personally." Poseidon could come right at him, but those damn seal eyes of hers were so broken in a different way than he'd experienced before. He tilted his head to examine her. "Do you really want to make it three weeks?"
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She lowered her gaze when he touched her injuries but looked back in his eyes when he asked if she wanted to make it three weeks, “If it means keeping you safe then I’d make it a month.” she touched his stomach, “The only family I have is you.” he was the only good thing in her life, “Do you know how Theseus found me?” her voice shook again as she told him, “He’d followed Poseidon. He watched while his father beat me. And then he waited until I was crying in the dirt before he came and helped me.” Theseus had left her so confused.
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Greed was finding the more time he spent with Zoe in a deadzone (especially in Lithuania) he was more apt to do something she wanted. It benefited him because otherwise he'd have to deal with this scared little girl more than he wanted. If it meant she healed faster, got stronger and moved on then he would take the leap. The next words out of her mouth made his muscles tighten. "Good thing I decked him." He curled his fist into a ball, "Shame I didn't wipe him into the floor."
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She didn’t care about Theseus right now as she looked at him intensely, “I. can’t. lose you.” Poseidon didn’t make idle threats. There was fear in her eyes but she wasn’t afraid of Poseidon as much as what he might do to Greed to get to Zoe. She didn’t want to be apart from him, she needed him for strength and support, she needed him in general. But the worst place for him to be was with her. Not that it guaranteed him safety and if he was hidden, chances were Poseidon would just come after her personally again. But she rather have that than watch him do something worse to Greed.
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He touched her forehead with his. She knew how hard it was for him to agree to letting her go not on his own terms. "Are phone privileges taken out too?" Because that was asking a lot. He was tempted to make work send him out of state on business for a few weeks to keep him busy.
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Her face scrunched up a little as if she was going to cry again, it was a lot to handle. “If we’re careful..” but she knew telling Greed the phone was okay would mean too many calls a day that could put him in danger. She put her good arm around him and held on to him, it was one time she wished he’d fought her. She didn’t want to be without him. But she knew this might give them a chance to keep him safe.. and that was the most important thing.