Dante Lot (unseen_miami) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2011-05-24 21:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | children, dante lot, hades, hestia, tessia sloac |
Who: Hades & Hestia (with the Twins)
What: Unusual reasons for tears
Where: Hades’ office
When: May 19, 2011. After thesetexts
Warnings: None.
Maybe Dante was right; Hestia could hear the synchronized wails from a window as she parked and headed up the stairs to his office. It did sound a bit different from their usual cries for when they were just being fussy and whiny... slightly worried now, she knocked on his door. "It's me," she called.
Hades had long since left the realms of “slightly worried”. The whole dominion of “worried” had been abandoned in favor of mindset “none of this makes sense” and “why can’t I make the crying stop?” They were very familiar and very uncomfortable mindsets for him so when he heard her voice, he was quick to throw open the door that opened to the hallway into his private office.
The two little girls sat in the playpen, both watching with rapt attention at their wailing brothers and to their father. He ignored the girls for now. They were not his immediate concern as he looked down at his own sister, “They haven’t stopped. They haven’t made me a liar.”
"Never said you were, love," she said, reaching for a child to inspect. "What's wrong, Eric, honey?" she cooed, brushing her hand along his head as she looked him over just in case their father had missed something.
“Was hoping they would. Wanted you to tell me off for calling you away from your work.” Hades said beneath his breath as he closed the door behind her and then knelt down, scooping up Edward so no wailing boy would be without the comforting arms of a parent.
But neither his arms nor Hestia’s seemed to console either boy. Eric clung to his mother, his wailing only interrupted when he wiped his crying face against her blouse. The pale skin of his arms and face seemed clear enough of bruises but that did little to cease his crying.
She cradled his head close to her neck and looked back to Hades. "What were they doing when it started," she asked, raising her voice to be heard.
“Eric was sleeping on the beanbag in the corner,” Hades motioned over with a glance as he unconsciously mirrored Hestia’s doting of his youngest son with his oldest in his own arms, cradling his head close to his neck, “And Eddy napping right next to him, Head on the beanbag, body on the floor.”
"And they started at the same time?" Hestia scowled with concern.
“One, then the other,” Hades was quick to explain. That was as far as he truly understood. Normally when he looked up from his desk due to some childish sound in the quiet time of his office he understood what was the matter instantly or at least could get a child to explain themselves. “Went to one, then the other. It’s like they don’t know why they’re crying.” Glancing at the child in his own arms, he tried to catch Edward’s eyes, “Is that why you won’t tell me, precious one?”
Hestia sighed a little. You would think over a thousand years of experience with infants and toddlers would have given her experience, but this was... different. Somehow. She bounced Eric gently and kissed his forehead. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" she cooed again, hoping maybe his distress would calm in her presence.
“Everything was scary and weird...” Eric managed say between whimpered, almost coughing from holding back his wailing.
Hades scooted over with Edward on his lap. Speech, that was a good breakthrough.
"What was, Eric?" she pressed. That was a good step.
Surrounded by the distinct warmth of their mother and coolness of their father, the two boys' wailing began to soften into soft, suffering whimpers against their respective parent's neck. "I was falling down..." Eric continued to murmur.
"Uh huh," Edward agreed, nodding against his father's skin and much to his father's surprise.
"Uh huh?" Hades asked softly into his eldest son's ear.
"He was falling... kinda... everything was weird and..." Edward quickly replied, barely taking a breath to do so.
Hestia blinked, looking between the two boys. “Wait. Who had this dream?” she asked, confused as to who was telling the story and who was just going along.
“Me!” The both piped up, half muffled against their respective parent’s shoulder.
Hades glanced over to Hestia, “Both? Suppose that explains why both were crying...”
“Can they even have the same dream?” she wondered. “I’ve never heard of such a thing.”
“[Can children speak to their parents from the womb?]” Hades murmured softly to her and then leaned back to kiss his eldest son atop his head. He was more than willing to accept that they had shared a dream... If they had then he understood what the problem was, what had scared and upset his precious little sons to some degree. “It must have been very scary for both of you but you’re awake now. Look how awake and safe you are...”
Hestia fell silent, point taken, and smoothed her hand along her son’s hair. Eric was content to be held now that Mom and Dad had chased away the boogeymen and snuggled into her shirt.
Eric and Edward were the incarnated proof to Hades that he had to accept what should be impossible as possible. Dasha was his reminder he had to role with what didn’t always make sense to him. The boys seemingly beginning to calm was all the proof Hades needed at the moment to declare that they must have been sharing a dream. He scooted closer to Hestia now, close enough that the side of his thigh brushed against hers, his shoulder pressed against the back of hers as he tried to bring the two boys closer together. “Everyone is awake and safe. No one is falling. Nothing is scary here. Your mum and I would chase away anything scary if there was.”
Feeling his father’s shoulder bump them, Eric reached out to grab a hold of his sleeve. Hestia smiled and gave the little boy a kiss. A stray thought caused her face to darken, though, and she glanced to Hades with a look of concern. “[None of... your enemies... they can’t get into dreams. Can they?]” she murmured.
Hades reached up at the feel of little fingers gripping his sleeve and touched Eric’s grasping hand; Edward was quick to grab his father’s other hand in mimic. But even as he did he leaned in closer to his sister, enough to easily whisper to her... But he paused to consider her question.
Could any of his enemies get into dreams? Well, he wasn’t enemies with Freddy Krueger. He knew that much. Delaney was proof the Devil could but... he wasn’t certain the Devil still could. Even if the Devil still was... He doubted any gang members could, if any still lived and knew anything about his true nature from the Shadowlands. “[Unless some stray Subrosa agent could, no... I actually have much less enemies than you seem to think, Sister]”
“[I mean the ones... you know.]” She didn’t say, a little too wary of the power names could hold for their sort of people, but the darting of her eyes from the floor below and back to him made it all too clear. She hadn’t forgotten his plans.
Hades followed her gaze and understanding flooded his being. Oh, those enemies. Ironically, of three ranks of threats of the Underworld: Ogre, Monster and Demon, the one that was the least of his actual concern may actually have the power to invade dreams. He had heard enough stories about demonic nightmares to believe them to be possible... even if all those stories were fictional accounts on television. Once again, he kissed his son atop the head, this time his youngest as he thought and then returned to whispering into his sister’s ear, “[Technically, maybe, but of what I understand, a demon needs to possess you for that and... I can’t believe one got into your house and they certainly wouldn’t have escaped my watch.]”
She nodded, though a worried expression still remained. As much to comfort her own fears as her son’s, she gave Eric another hug. He squeaked with appreciation. “All better now, boys?” she asked of the twins.
“[They’re probably just bound together as twins are said to be sometimes,]” he murmured into his sister’s ear to try to soothe her further.
The little boys on their laps looked up to both their parents with smiles on their tear-stained faces.
“Think that means, yes, Wordless One,” Hades continued in a normal, albeit still soft tone.
“That’s good to hear.” She gave them each a kiss on the cheek and handed Eric back to his father. “I have to go back; the girl I left doesn’t know how to close up for the day, so I might as well show her.”
Both boys “Awwed” in disappointed unison, proving they could do more than just dream in concert. It actually managed to make their father lightly chuckle, “They don’t seem pleased with your choice but you have to do what you have to do.”
“They’ll see me again later,” she said with a laugh. “Glad we got that sorted out.” She picked her purse back up and gave her brother a kiss on the cheek. “See you later, boys.”
The two nearly identical boys waved to their mother at the sound of her farewell, while Hades purposely held still at her kiss. She knew she was going to do it. He was accustomed enough to her affection to not flinch all the time anymore. “You should have taught your girl how to close sooner. What’s the point of employers if you can’t drop the whole business into their laps?” he joked, knowing that’s exactly what he did to his own employees on a regular basis, “Thank you for coming... Don’t think it would have been sorted out so calmly otherwise...”
That much he was certain of. Hades was certain he had felt his resolve begin shattering when his sons’ cries had been impossible to soothe. But now both of them played in his arms, pausing only briefly as Edward looked up to his father, “We gonna see you later, too?”
“With Mama at home?” Eric added.
Hades froze at their question but their warm smiles eased the away the feeling of despair such a question normally brought to him. “Maybe for a little bit.” He supposed it wouldn’t be a bad idea for them to be with both of their parents a little more today.
Summary: As Hades reported to Hestia over texts, their twins sons were hopelessly inconsolable before both their parents arrived to comfort them and found out they seemed to have been sharing a disturbing dream.