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Vincent (king_of_gods) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-09-20 13:10:00

Entry tags:

poseidon, zeus

only in dreams
Who: Zeus & Poseidon, yeah, that's right. (And guest star Olympians. Since hello, this is Mount Olympus. ;) )
What: Poseidon visits Olympus to discuss the rising popularity of some hippy bum named... what was it? Jesus or something. Then off to see about getting a favor back for... (This is a DREAM by the way, or maybe a memory?)
Where: Mount Olympus, and then to the pastures to find...
When: A glorious afternoon.
Warnings: Probably none.

The dice of Zeus always fall luckily.

The little boy, his quiver and bows storming with him, marched up the gleaming, milky-sleek staircase leading up to the unspeakable glory of the colonnades, fluted pillars with ionic capitals, white friezes depicting the titans being trampled into Tartarus by the brothers three of Kronus. It was a vast forum shaft leading to a thrown room he was slapping his bare, angry feet down, huffing, and puffing, and wishing he could burn the entire pasture he'd just returned from down. Even the ivy that embraced his chest, his narrow hips, and one swooping coil of his arm, balefully hinged and hued itself with ends of withering singe. When he passed them upon one of the tiers, a hoard of nymphs clutched their collarbones, swooned, and fainted in a cloud of chiffon, glitter, braids and curls. It was so intoxicating when the winged one was mad, the erote, the beautiful, irate little Eros who was aiming his fury straight for the King.

"Grandfather!" he stamped his bare foot, crinkling his mouth into an angry 'O' once he reached the threshold, though knowing his limits and of course, having been taught manners by his infinitely lovely mother, he dipped to one knee immediately. The dagger in his leather belt unlatched and he banged the hilt thrice and stared up, watery-eyed, toward the man across from him. Panting.

The King of Heaven sat with one grasp firmly on the long band of his far-reaching scepter; Nike beside him with her slendering glance at the intrusion, softened at the face and its ruddy emotion. Unsure what to make of the display, since Eros was wont to being frustrated at a great many things. The King's fingers sprawled over the knuckle end of his thrown arm and he leaned forward thoughtfully. The grin that greeted his (second) favorite son's son, spoke of a large affection and delight to see him here, but a glint of awe as to what had inspired his bristling.

"Come closer then, my boy, come hither! tell us what catastrophe has made Love himself so terribly upset, that his so pleasant cheeks streak with the red of anger! Who be it that we must seek out to right the wrong done to him, hm? Be it indeed a wrong? What has befallen now the great son of Love and War, to bring him to his grandfather's feet in tears?" when Zeus spoke, it rumbled, tumbled, and bellowed like thunder across a clear sky, gently when he was being gentle of course, like the purr of an enormous cat.

"Pan stole my favor from Boreas!"

Nike stared at Zeus, and Zeus stared at Nike... they shared an invisible: what?

"Go on..." Nike suggested, as Eros began to approach.

"Boreas owes me a favor, and Pan went to him and said that I had given it unto him to use my favor up! And now, I have no favor from Boreas and the peril? I shall be requiring it shortly!" Zeus reached forward and wiped the Erote's tears away with his thumb; wanting to both toss him into an arena with lions to make more of a man out of him, and to comfort him, marvel at his sweetness in such a tragic world. Eros was capable of being one of the most masculine of Gods, he'd never doubt it -- he had a surer arrow perhaps than even Artemis -- but when he got like this? The King couldn't stomach it. It was all his mother's fault for making him this way. Such an emotional little creature.

"I will tell Boreas myself of this most insignific--"

"Insignificant!?"

"You will shush before him! Bite your tongue!" Nike spat.

"... yes, insignificant. This is foolish Eros, you'll have your favor back by the end of the day. My brother and I will go and speak on your behalf. There's no sense in crying. You knew very well when you became friends with the rustic Gods what sort of mischief that would find you involved in."

And that's when his expected company arrived...

"Brother!"

Right in the middle of a most interesting little scene.

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i_sea_you
2010-09-21 01:09 am UTC (link)

Poseidon was in no mood to wait. He was not a God who dallied in the slightest, and he preferred to attend to matters quickly and efficiently, hence why he strode through the great hall, not giving a second glance to those who dared to consider their matters were more important than his.

Up the staircase he went, past the sniffling son of Aphrodite and Ares. "Brother, I have arrived," he announced, taking his rightful place in front of Zeus. Bright blue eyes shifted to the left, observing the appearance of tear-stained Eros, the fragile and delicate boy he was. "What has occurred here? I bring you news from the depths of the seas." The ripped and regal Lord of the Seas stood up straight, trident in hand, forever a symbol of the power he wielded effortlessly.

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king_of_gods
2010-09-21 01:49 am UTC (link)

"The son of Ares has been outwitted by Pan." was he surprised? As he struck his brother the gentle lightning of a knowing look? Not in the slightest. Pan was one of the cleverest of Gods.

"Outwitted?" the little one's mouth gaped. What a terrible word to use! No art! Lacked poetry! Made him feel awful! And he huffed again, folding his arms in front of his bare, ivy strung chest like only the spoiled son of a love goddess could get away with.

And Nike, not surprisingly, tried not to roll her eyes, but oh, there they went.

"It seems the satyr has swindled a favor from him, which I have vowed to bring back. Now, brother." the cloud white eyes surveyed the sculpted ocean-marble before him for any indication of bad news from the seas... and detecting no evidence upon him, he grinned welcomingly. "Do tell us your stories, King of the Seas, for surely they will console poor Eros of his sorrows into awe."

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i_sea_you
2010-09-21 03:00 am UTC (link)

The mighty Rain-God laughed jovially, nearly causing a quake with such a hearty sound, but his hand remained firmly gripped upon his ~~weapon of mass destruction~~ trident.

"What a shame, little one," he spoke gravely - but yet with the faintest twinkle in his ocean eyes. "I am quite sure we can attend to your lost favor swiftly, you needn't worry."

Another hearty rumble of a laugh. The Earthshaker was obviously in a chipper mood, reflected in the slow churning of the seas, the stillness of the Earth's tectonic plates. Sailors were gifted with smooth passage today. "The sea nymph Amphitrite, daughter of Nereus, has agreed to become my bride," he stated proudly. "For his help with the matter, Delphinius was granted a coveted spot among the stars."

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king_of_gods
2010-09-21 06:53 am UTC (link)

Ah, if there were indeed one theme to a tale and one only which could enchant the boiling, bursting heart of a broken little love God to a tranquilized and doting simmer, it was one about love. Eros' eyes flowered, his babyknuckles parading away the last remnants of tears. A new song and dance began masquerading in his constantly celebrating chest.

And of course, as the glorious King of Heaven knew well, weathering his clear-skies over to the now calmed Eros, what pleased the hearts and minds of each and every one in his dominion, he said with confidence. "And this charming nymph, with form so bewitching and soothing voice to calm the stormy moods of Poseidon himself, shall be welcomed in Olympus as my sister. Your aunt. Will you not find for her the perfect gift to move her to tears with Olympus' joy of having her, o' love God? As well in celebration of the perfect union?"

"Of course! I'll be dutifully right to the task." he chirped.

The clouds rearranged themselves to meet the sea once again. "I haven't seen my brother as pleased since I buried Typhon in Tartarus. Finally someone else aside from myself and Hades to commiserate putting up with him." he winked playfully.

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i_sea_you
2010-09-21 01:05 pm UTC (link)

The King of Heaven was correct in his assessment, but of course it came as no surprise that he could effectively read his brother's expressions. Such pleasure was evident on his noble, handsome face, and evident within the satisfied rumblings of his voice.

"And I am happy to hear you will take on the task with such an ambitious vigor, little love god," he boomed cheerfully. He chuckled at the Tartarus remark - it was always a treat to hear Zeus bestow humor on the intended audience, humor not in the form of wrathful thunder and lightning bolts. "The thought of this union does please me greatly, brother, I am thrilled at the prospect."

The mention of Hades made Paul, who felt as if he were watching through a sticky haze, perk up with even more recognition. He was Poseidon, this was Vince - but where was Hades? Who was Hades?

Then he was sucked back into the moment.

"Shall we celebrate first, before we attend to dear Eros's matters?" The Lord of the Sea asked his kin. "~~Get totally shitfaced~~ Partake in mead, the nectar of the gods, for I am certain that you have much to tell me as well?"

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king_of_gods
2010-09-21 07:58 pm UTC (link)

~~Vince? Who the fuck was that potty-mouthed plebeian~~... wait a minute...

Ahem, as The King of Fate and Law sat straight as the devotedly clasped incandescent gold sceptre at the rightward of the throne arm, he held protectively the chin of Eros and then, with a surprising affection wielded only in moments of triumph or pity, the God patted his grandson's miniature, shimmering mound of a shoulder and gestured for him to depart with a strike of his finger toward the forums garden collonades. "Go, go then to your task erote, and be sure to consult your mother as to your gift decision, for she is well known for her wonderful taste, and ah, inform her for me? My ears have harkened of a Princess the mortals speak of... one that rivals her beauty... I believe her name is Psyche. It may be of interest to her for looking into."

It's quite possible that Aphrodite and Zeus were two of the biggest trouble makers on Olympus -- no way Vince wasn't going to tell Lia about some ho who thought... hey... what was all this about a Vince and a Lia? the white clouds of Zeus' eyes shuddered again, as Eros blew kisses to all parties he left behind in a flurry of sparkle, ivy, and ambition.

Nike had already come back with mead the Sea preferred and the red wine Heaven did. As well ambrosia and cheeses on a silver platter fashioned by the talented hands of Hephaestus himself.

"Indeed, brother, it'll be far too easy to convince Boreas, and then we'll have nothing left of our day but to perhaps consult Hades of the affair of your union? For surely he will be attending with Persephone?"

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i_sea_you
2010-09-21 08:47 pm UTC (link)

The Sea God was sufficiently appeased by the offerings of fine wine, ambrosia, and delectable cheeses - and pleased as well by the many drowned horses offered up to him in sacrifice earlier on. Nothing pleased this King quite like the sight of a drowned horse!

Except, of course, the notion of wedding lovely Amphitrite. ~~Paul facepalmed at the thought of dead horses appearing on his doorstep but was quickly punched in the face by his immortal counterpart, a God of epic proportions.~~

"A glorious affair it will be, mighty Kosmetas," Poseidon assured his brother, fingers finding a way to the goblet of mead, lifting the relic in a toast. "With friends and family in attendance! Hades with his Persephone, and I would expect as much. Have you conversed with the underworld Queen's mother as of late?"

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king_of_gods
2010-09-22 12:22 am UTC (link)

And toast he did.

A sublime, andante imbibe of the sweet siren-blood colored spells of Dionysus, sent his godly heartlocket of bone a'quiver. There was nothing quite like a good glass of wine, and in the duo company of close associates, the pleased reaction was hardly one inhibited. The long cloudy tuft of his mighty beard he had just noted (Vince was like, wtf?) boasted a few dribbled driven droplets, but, like rain pelting gently onto the waterproof back of a duck, all potential stains rolled off of Heaven and were vanished.

"Demeter?" said he, of course in response to the Queen's mother being mentioned. The mother of his child. One of the many. Zeus couldn't quite recall the last time he'd spoken with her. She was pretty bitter about the whole Hades thing, wasn't she? Why is Paul Poseidon? He wondered, looking over to the hot chick on his left, and hellllooo nurse.

Zeus shoved those thoughts away -- why of all people did he have to be incarnate in such a twit?

"I have not. It seems perhaps she has not fully forgiven me. I do not blame her, however, I also believe it is fair that Hades has a bride worthy of his domain. Not only this, he is a very lonely man and for what seemed ages, I could not abide a conversation with him, without feeling terribly despondent afterward." Talk about a Professor Buzz Killington, Vince noted.

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i_sea_you
2010-09-22 12:39 am UTC (link)

Paul was wondering why he was Poseidon as well, and wondering why Vince was Zeus - aside from the ego that was measured with Life's Yardstick of Doom. And who was Hades? Who was Persephone? What about Hera? Did that mean that Honey was -

"STOP RAPING MY FRONTAL LOBE, YOU INGLORIOUS VERMIN!" The Lord of the Seas spat angrily, the insult directed at his incarnate; somewhere down on Earth a volcano erupted and the liquid hot magma gushed forth in a rather frightening and scalding hot pictorial representation of his frustration.

A slice of cheese was eaten.

"He was deserving, I quite agree." Back to the normal conversation worthy of gods hanging out at Olympus. "As we all are, brother. I do hope that we find them well when we encounter them at the wedding. I suppose I will request an audience to personally deliver an invitation to our brother Hades."

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king_of_gods
2010-09-22 01:09 am UTC (link)

The sky right before it rains rolled over toward Nike's vast terrain of shock; Nike stared back with the gold flecks of victory and luck toward the King... was Poseidon feeling well?

"I must take my leave." The Goddess had said hurriedly, but Zeus had delayed her leave with a gentle clamp about her golden plated wrist. "Zeus?"

When Vince looked back toward Paul, he was thinking, what the fuck, why are we all dressed like we're in college again? And why are we all talking like this?

"Be this a dream?" Heaven asked the Seas, but swiftly reiterated and as well released his hold of the hot Victory Goddess. "I mean yes, of course, we will indeed embark to the Underworld in order that the invitation be quite personal. We shall attend this after the matter of the favor of Eros."

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i_sea_you
2010-09-22 11:20 am UTC (link)

After Paul was shushed quite rudely (this asshole was supposed to be him in a former life? Really) he was now debating what exactly he had done to deserve such a fate. And also wondering why they all couldn't just put on regular clothes instead of fucking togas and - oh, cheese! At least there was cheese?

Poseidon cleared his throat, the rumble resembling thunder. "Perhaps this is the work of Morpheus, God of Dreams, the son of Hypnos? If so, I demand to know why he would execute such a trick on us." Fire and brimstone and fury!! The Earthshaker was mad, and soon the world would know it too. "I suggest we pay him a visit as well, after we attend to the matter of the favor of Eros - and visit the Underworld. We can bring Hades with us to give the God of Dreams a stern lecture."

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king_of_gods
2010-09-22 05:10 pm UTC (link)

"Well then," the roll of thunder tumbled, bellowed, jaunted with the partner of an unknown scheme in all and each alcove of the glory of this forum. "We've much to attend to, Poseidon. Three tasks today are set before us, indeed, there's much to do." The Dictator of the Divine stood resplendently to stance with a sliding rearrangement of Heaven white materials. His bare chest, over the heart, was struck thrice gently. An eagle, at the rising of its master, soared from a rafter and perched at the crown-back of the throne's seat.

"Shall we do this the old fashioned way, or use the chariot?"

Vince eyed Paul, invisibly trying to send him a psychic message of: THE FUCKING CHARIOT PLEASE.

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i_sea_you
2010-09-22 05:25 pm UTC (link)

Poseidon stood up as well, while Paul longingly eyed the ambrosia (did grocery stores even still sell that shit nowadays?) and gathered his shiny shiny trident in his godlike hand, which could in fact mightily shank a bitch if the situation called for it.

"I believe the chariot would be best, brother," he concurred, while Paul did a victory dance at the prospect. "Let us be on our way! We have a busier day before us than we previously anticipated."

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king_of_gods
2010-09-22 07:47 pm UTC (link)

"So be it." spoke the Lord of Lightning, crackling majestically in his static strut and Grecian suit, spine straight as the burnished scepter, an electrical scintilla falling down the forum with him, seeming to glide primarily where he stepped. And when he stepped, it seemed to shakest the world. Not only this, the God consistently seemed windblown and wild as the lightning he wielded. Even the long white hair, the beard, seemed ever to be active as if the wind were softly toying with it like a child.

The chariot, which was made for two, and made of silver, lay outside awaiting them in the garden. Pegasus was a mighty enough steed to not need assistance, and thus he was the only horse to be accompanying him.

"By the way, Paul." The King said on accident the name the boy kept repeating. "Amphritite is quite a catch."

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