|hailtheking (hailtheking) wrote in olympic_threads,|
@ 2011-07-03 19:09:00
|Entry tags:||deimos, zeus|
Who: Zeus and Deimos
What: Dirty druggy meet neurotic germophobe. Let the games begin!
When: Sunday, July 3rd.
Where: Outside St. Vincent Medical Center
Warnings: Cursing maybe?
After Zeus' run in with the man that Heracles had become, Zeus had shut himself up in the flop house for two days that he didn't really remember. The flop house was just a pit stop though. The drugs at that place were diluted so Zeus stumbled out off the filthy mattress and stumbled out of the house. The sun was bright, aching his dilated eyes and it was hot, the marquee on the church at the corner was flashing 89 degrees Fahrenheit but to Zeus it felt about fifty and he'd left his trench coat... somewhere, he couldn't remember where.
Maybe he shouldn't have taken that last hit on his way out.... His buddy Mel had offered it to him as a parting gift and Zeus hadn't been able to refuse him. Now he was shaky and feeling antsy, twitchy and nervy.
It was in this state that Zeus found Deimos. Unlike Heracles who had been a reincarnated human, Deimos had once been a god albeit a minor one so Zeus felt that tingle of recognition. Somehow Zeus knew instantly who he was looking at outside St. Vincent's. Deimos, his own grandson, was walking briskly past. "Deimos!" Zeus called out reaching out to take the young man's arm. Zeus giggled a bit hysterically. "Deimos, grandson, are you a sight for sore eyes.