Dante Lot (unseen_miami) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2008-05-04 19:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | dante lot, hades, pan, puck tucker |
Who: Hades & Pan
What: Building the Fence Again
Where: The Lot Home
When: Today
Warnings: None
House calls? When did Pan start making house calls? He remembered the days people came to his cave to ask for favors, even the gods. Hmph. Well, it was for a family member... and a rather temperamental one at that. How could Pan say no when Uncle Hades asked him to stop by?
He approached the rather daunting mansion and knocked. Hello, time for tea?
Hades had been trying to get some rest. He had laid himself beside his wife, unable to get comfortable in a chair and closed his eyes. Deep sleep, he knew would not come nor was it welcomed but a quiet doze was. Anything to keep his mind off simply watching her sleep like a vampire in some horrible movie or something. He didn’t know how long he was asleep, but his phone buzzed. He had programmed it to buzz when someone approached the door. His security system was awesome like that.
Rubbing his eyes, he looked and saw the digital image of Pan on his display screen and called for a ghost to answer the door. He fed just a little of his power into the spirit so the teenage boy would be tangible and visible at least long enough to lead the disguised satyr.
The teenage spirit, his hair dark and his skin pale even for a shade, opened the ghost, "Puck Tucker, right? Mr. Lot is waiting for you. Follow me."
Pan jumped when he saw the spirit, hair on end. Cripes! He hated the dead. Hated. It was a cycle of life, but he far preferred the life part! Trying to rub away the intense goosebumps on his arms as he followed the ghost.
The spirit led Pan to the bedroom and knocked on the door,
Hades stood up and opened the door, greeting Pan but not moving from the doorway to the darkened room. His voice hushed like Persephone would wake up if he didn't, "Thank you for coming."
Not that it would wake her, anyway. She was dead to the world. So long as Hypnos willed her asleep, she would be asleep, providing he didn't die or an atomic bomb landed on her house.
The satyr dropped his human costume and bowed lightly in respect. "No problem, uncle. You saved me from an eventless afternoon. What are you needin' help with?"
Glancing over his shoulder, he closed the door just a little and motioned for the spirit to stay by it, as he took the satyr by the shoulder and walked him a couple of feet away, "[I want to surprise her when she wakes up…]"
Pan looked over to the sleeping goddess and arched an eyebrow. What was that about? Eh. Not his business. "[With?]"
In the hallway now, Persephone was obscured from view and Hades could continue to pretend there was some normalcy in this house, satyr walking around, ghosts acting as door guards and this conversation going on notwithstanding. "[I want to give her the child she's always wanted.]"
Buzuh? "[And here most lads think roses are enough.]"
"[She's a spring goddess. She has plenty of roses and flowers.]" Hades could point at the green house filled with them and pomegranate trees if he was near a window at all, "[She has waited thousands of years for a child and I finally have a way to not fail her as a husband. If you'll help me…]"
"[So you're... going to knock her up when she's asleep? Or what? Usually, ladies in my experience don't like it when they're pregnant and it's a surprise,]" pointed out Pan. He was beset with memories of being called bad names and women throwing whatever was on hand at him. "[But if you really want me to, I'm game.]"
The phrase "knock her up when she's asleep" made a visible shudder go right through the death lord. The concept physically sickened him and he was glad he hadn't eaten much today. "[No, no. I'm going to wait till she wakes up, but I still need to be ready and…]" Hades glanced at the semi-closed door, "[She would not be upset at being pregnant. She just wouldn't be. I know my wife.]"
Well, husband did know best, right? That was enough for Pan, but he still had another thing bugging him. Mostly because he was sure that if something went wrong, Hades would surely blame him and use him as a throw rug. "[Are you sure she's fertile? Being your consort... she could be sterile, too. Or at least have serious complications.]"
Hades blinked. "[You said if she didn’t return to the Underworld after all these years she would be fine. That is what you said. I know she hasn't…]" Not since she managed to escape Hell when Helios reached her too late to warn her…
"[I've been thinking about it. She's associated by you. And is, essentially, your other half. What affects you could have passed to her. If you'd stayed with Auntie, even, it could've affected her.]" Pan shrugged. "[I'm just saying. It doesn't hurt to cover your bases. I'll help you now, but I won't say I didn't warn you.]"
And Hades wasn't going to say he was ignoring everything Pan just said. That was madness those words. Persephone's being was not being torn from her bit by bit and replaced… Though she did have that piece of his power and his own essence. No, the little satyr had simply spent too much time with the god of wine it seemed, but that was just impolite to say that. Impolite and foolish. "[I have already asked you to help. Do not make me beg, Pan.]" He just wanted to fulfill his duties as her husband, not remember that he couldn’t without aid.
Eek. The satyr looked uncomfortable. "[I wasn't going to make you. I just said I would do it.]"
"[Sorry. This is just important, Pan.]" Hades was desperate to be a good husband and make her happy. It had been a vow he declared to himself when they renewed their marriage. He would make her completely happy if it killed him. And putting up the fence just might, so who knows? "[We have waited a long time for this…]"
"[I know. She's waited longer,]" he pointed out gently, hoping to remind Hades he had two sons to take care of already. "[Where should we do this?]"
Hades never forgot that he had his two precious sons. Ever. The gentle reminder only made him frown deeply, but he took no other action due to it than that. Pan was not trying to hurt him or twist knives. "[Can you do it right here?]"
He was helping! Really! "[Sure. You know how it goes.]"
"[Yeah,]" Hades sighed a little, "[You put your hands on my chest. Magic, magic. Horrible pain on my side and we both knock out for some amount of time. Maybe we should sit on the floor so we don't crack our skulls.]"
The satyr smirked at that. "[Fabulous idea, old chap.]" He sat down, folding his already bent legs into position so he could reach over and empower the god once he was ready. "[Tell me when.]"
Hades lowered to the hardwood floors and sat Indian style. He then took a deep breath. It was worse knowing how bad it was going to be, "[As ready as I'm ever gonna be.]"
"[Yep. One. Two...]"
Pan put his palms to Hades' chest and pushed. Not physically, but in the other sense. His power, gently cool against Hades' harsher ice, coursed through the god. And by the blessed isle, it hurt like a son of a bitch. Groaning, he threw himself back and still hit the floor with a rather hard thunk.
As soon as Pan had begun to push, Hades' glamour had dropped revealing that icy skin licked with flames barely disguised in any way by his clothing. For a moment, the older god could taste the freshness of a forest in bloom before the pain began. His body felt like it was tearing apart and right before he blacked out from it, he managed to look down at himself. The fence kept the Underworld's effects from him… The dark flames ceased to burn and the icy skin disappeared from beneath fabric, but nothing replaced it.
He then slumped over, his glamour returned and his body whole, unconscious for the moment.
Some time later, who knew how long, Pan sat up with a wince. Ow, ow, ow, headache and it wasn't even one that came after a night of drunken romping. No fun. He nudged his great-uncle with his hoof sharply. "Oy. [Wake up.]"
The hoof had no choice but to sharply hit the unconscious god's chest and the pain it caused bolted him to a more wakeful state. Hades was greatly startled. Were they under attack? He was ready to kill his foes and paint himself in their blood… Oh wait, no… Just Pan. The teenage spirit only looked a mixture of concerned and bored at the door. Persephone was safe. No attack, "[Don't do that…]"
"[Okay, I'll just let you sleep on the floor, let the ghosts see you. Take funny pictures and draw penises on your cheek.]" Wait, why hadn't Pan done that? Dammit! "[I'm hungry.]"
Hades pulled himself off the floor with a muffled groan, which was enough to hide his sigh, "[There's food downstairs, Pan. You can raid the fridge, just stop being a satyr when you do.]"
Doing the same, Pan couldn't help but cackle. "[Oh mate. I never stop being a satyr.]"
"[Well, stop looking like one. There's a mortal in this house.]" Hades moved to stand before the door of the bedroom again. The pain was terrible but not unbearable for now. He could do this. He lived in an eternal autumn and soon his queen would hold her child. He had dreamt of the sight for ages. For her to hold their child and for him to hold both of them together as a family. He would make up for everything. It made the pain next to nonexistent. "[And if you touch her… I just wouldn't if I were you.]"
"[Depends, is she pretty?]" Pan did take a moment to fade back to human though, shuddering as he did. With his power spent on Hades, it tingled uncomfortably. Stupid big human feet.
Hades nodded as he pushed open the door a little bit more and stood once more between rooms, "[But she is also Persephone's assistant. You don't want to be on the Iron Queen's bad side.]"
The satyr-god pouted immensely. "[Whatever happened to the days where she had fun little nymphs? Sheesh. Girls are no fun anymore, even here. Thanks for the food.]" He turned and started off to search for the kitchen. Please have carrots. Please have carrots.
They had carrots. Hades especially liked subterranean vegetables, but that was not his concern now. He ducked back into the bedroom completely and closed the door behind him. Returning to the side of the bed, he sat back down and continued his vigil. For once he wished someone would hear his prayers… He kissed her hand softly before simply holding it, "[Wake up soon, my precious wife, wake up soon…]"
Summary: Hades, after having way too much time to think, comes up with the best plan to make Persephone happy when she wakes up: being able to give her a child. So, he made the call to Pan so the satyr could cut off the Underworld from him allowing fertility.