Dante Lot (unseen_miami) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2009-06-13 23:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | dante lot, hades, hestia, tessia sloac |
Who: Hades & Hestia
What: Withdrawal continues
Where: Lot-Sloac Home
When: Almost immediately after this one
Warnings: none
Driving was an adventure when one is uncontrollably coughing and having the worst cold sweats (and only cold sweats) of one's life. But none of those things were actually what made Hades' trip back to the home of Hestia the adventure, it was his burning anger, getting worse by the moment as his overactive brain replayed and analyzed and found more and more faults (some fictional, but he was too angry to separate them).
He slammed the door to his jag as he left it hard enough that on a normal day he would have turned to see if he had broken it or at least cracked the glass. Right now, it was not a concern. It was an old car anyway. He did the same to the front door and quickly pulled out one of his iPhones and dialed Persephone, without a care about the ruckus he was making, "Just wanted to let you know I got home like a big boy all by myself. Didn't find myself in a back alley shooting up heroin like you seem to think I will, you stupid bitch." And he pressed end without waiting and chucked the phone right to the couch.
And in plain view of the living room, in the kitchen, Hestia froze. She'd heard the slamming of the car door even from inside the house and had begun to go inside to inspect when he had marched in. And by now, her reflexes told her to just stop and wait until it was safe to go in. "Dante...?" she called quietly, glad that the boys were already in their rooms.
Hades plopped himself down on the floor and laid there. That had been his plan for the day after all, and as he rolled to his side he began to cough again. "Yo."
"Are you... okay?" Well, of course he wasn't, but he looked angry. Walking forward and kneeling down beside him, she ran her fingers along his cheek and added quickly, "You look upset."
"Win a bloody gold star," He murmured as he shut his eyes tightly, trying to do deep breathing exercises when his coughing permitted him. Maybe it would calm him down... Maybe it would stop the cold sweats. Something.
Hestia paled at his struggle to breathe. "H-hold on!" She quickly stood and fled to the kitchen, returning with a glass of water with a straw. His throat sounded far too dry. "Take a drink, relax a little."
"Not thirsty." He was but somehow it made sense for him to refuse it. Part of his mind didn't trust it. But he didn't knock it away, he simply ignored it. "Now if I could relax... that would be nice."
"Do you need help getting to the basement, then?"
"Drove all the way here." Hades frowned deeply. At least Hestia was asking if he needed help, not just assuming like other women he tried not to think of. Still, "If I wanted, I would just get up and go there."
"Okay." So, she wasn't needed. She was a little relieved actually, though worried. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? It seemed like a good thing, if he didn't need to beg for help, he was all right. But, was it bad if he really did need help but just didn't want to ask for it, and she was just going to give up?
Her head was swimming a little, so she just rested back on her heels, in case he did ask for anything.
Hades shuddered lightly and then slammed his fist against the hard floor of the living room when he couldn't stop it. And then he let out a long sigh when his body finally obeyed. "Probably have no meal for me, right? Since you didn't expect me..."
The slight paling of her face revealed the truth: no, she did not. "I-I can cook up something really quick!" she said swiftly though, getting back up to her feet. "What do you feel like?"
"Lettuce soup." It had always made him calm and warm inside. Hades didn't realize lettuce had a mild natural sedative in it. Nor did he care. He also knew it was easy on the stomach and his stomach felt like it was turning inside of him.
She gave him a smile and nodded. That she could do. "Okay! Just, ah, keep lying there. It'll be just a bit." And back into the kitchen she went, tying on her apron and gathering her tools.
Good. He would lay there and fume for a while. Maybe a long while. It was like he had been slapped and could still feel the stinging. A wicked, viscous smirk crossed his features as he stared at the walls. He hoped Persephone still felt the physical like he was feeling the emotional. But another coughing fit wiped the smirk from him and he rolled to his back with a growl. Was there something he could break in this room?
But before he could go destroy something and make her cry, Hestia touched his arm. "Sit up, and eat up," she said with a little laugh, offering him a bowl with his food.
He snatched the bowl from her hands, "Don't you start tryin' to control me."
She squeaked and gave him a confused look. "I was just joking..." the goddess said quietly.
"[I wasn't.]" He ignored her confusion as he drank from the bowl.
Hestia bit down on her tongue. He was just coming down off the pills. She'd been expecting this... Not this badly, having never dealt with someone with an addiction, but still somewhat. So she just remained silent and stood up again, murmuring for him to call for her if he needed something, and went back to the kitchen to make herself some food as well.
Oxycontin had a very bad detox period and Hades was a god of repressed emotions. It wasn't going to be pleasant, especially now that he felt betrayed by someone he thought would understand him much better. He glanced over when Hestia left and after a long pause due to eating called out, "Where did you get this bowl from?"
"Um, I forget. I've had it for... about thirty years, I think." she called from the kitchen, her back to him while she ladled some of the soup into a bowl.
"Thirty years?" Hmm, he tossed it in his hands and then put it down. Nah. Her stuff wasn't worth breaking. He would feel better breaking something much more expensive and so got up and continued to cough as he went to where the TV room was. Then he pull the Bluray player right from the wall and threw it right into the TV screen with a spectacular color show.
There was a little scream of fright from the kitchen when she heard the smashing, a crash as she dropped another thirty-year-old bowl, and she came almost flying in. She gasped at the sight of the ruined objects and stared at him with shock. "Hades! What in the name of Zeus are you doing?!"
Hades pulled the cord of the bluray player back and was mildly impressed that it was still in one piece and then turned to her and then to his wreckage, "What's it look like?"
She swiftly stole the Bluray player back from him, clearly wishing to deprive him of his weapon before he used it further. "Why?!"
The glare was instant, "[Because I want to. It's mine. I can break it if I want.]"
Hestia shrunk under the glare a bit. "[You'll wake the boys,]" she reasoned.
"[Good. Then they can keep me company,]" he reasoned right back.
"[They need their rest!]" she said quietly, though she could begin to feel her own temper flaring a bit. No. Had to stay calm. He was just... just having issues.
"[Whatever.]" He was done here. That TV was smashed pretty good. He moved past her and the Bluray player she held in her hands.
"[Where are you going?]" she called and followed after him.
He wheeled around on her, "[Why?]"
"[I don't want you to break anything else.]" That was why. "[Or hurt yourself.]"
"[Oh, aren't you so concerned. Weren't that concerned when I was drugging myself out of my mind.. or silently pleading for comfort.]" He turned away from her and continued to walk, "[It is always about what you want and what you feel.]"
His words stung as surely as a slap. It was a moment before she could reply, "[Hades... I'm sorry. You know I am...]" Continuing to pursue him, she laid a hand against his back.
Hades paused at the feel of her hand against his back. "[Why are you sorry?]"
She blinked. Huh? "[Because... I didn't realize you were in so much pain,]" she murmured, keeping her hand where it was. "[But, I want to help you feel better now. If you need anything...]"
"[That's an acceptable reason,]" He replied lightly, turning his head to look back at her now.
The goddess blinked again, confused at his sudden change in mood, and offered him a tired little smile. Thank you.
"[When the boys wake up, bring them to me.]" Hades murmured even as he near-instinctively rolled his shoulders to remove her hand from him now.
She nodded, moving her hand back into the wringing of the other.
Some steps away now, his gait always turned to its fastest speed as of late, he paused again, "And if I concerned Zale by the destruction... well, tell him only objects were hurt and they don't feel pain."
Hestia bit her tongue. They did, and she knew it, but she didn't want to argue. So she nodded. "Okay."
It might be better she never told him that. He might be more creative about his breaking of things if he knew they felt it. Hades braced himself along the wall as he coughed and walked, his other hand wiping his face.
She watched him go, full of concern and confusion. Follow after him? No, she only... only seemed to annoy him right now. What had happened to make him so angry? She sighed and ran a hand across her own face. No, it'd be fine... just a few rough days, or maybe weeks, to get over first. But then it'd be okay.
He looked at his hand slick with his own sweat for a moment before wiping it off on his expensive slacks. Hades forgot Hestia was even anywhere behind him. She held back enough that he didn't feel her heat and so his brain wrote her off as gone. In front of the door to his basement, he plopped himself down, his head in his hands, the picture of utter despair.
Summary:Hades arrives at the House of Hestia after storming out of Persephone's and continues to storm around there until his anger runs out. Hestia is simply at a loss what to do. She's in love with a madman who is temporarily even crazier than usual.