Keegan MacAlister ⛧ Baphomet (posergod) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2016-10-16 01:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !au, !fairytale, keegan macalister, maxwell landon |
Who: Keegan MacAlister & Maxwell Landon
What: The king of the underworld extends his hand, and the sun is buried alive.
Where: The Underworld.
When: A day after Keegan's arrival.
Warnings: Dark; anything else TBD.
Keegan hadn't expected there to be gardens, underground. It didn't make sense for anything to grow where there wasn't any sun, but there the garden was, full of fruit. There might have been other gardens, elsewhere in the Underworld, where other things grew. Vegetables, maybe. Or flowers. Keegan didn't have much use for flowers, but fruit and vegetables, those he could eat. Those he could appreciate. His mother was the goddess of the harvest, not the goddess of flowers. That was his sister. Keegan... he wasn't the god of anything, really. Nothing that he was good at, nothing that was just his, at least. The sun, except there was already a god of that. War, he was good at war, but there was a god of that already, too. Keegan had never had a place, with all of them. Nothing that he could outshine everyone else in.
Maybe that was why he'd followed the god of the underworld down below, when he'd approached him. In everything else, there was always someone better than Keegan, someone that someone else would ask first. The king of the underworld had come to Keegan, had wanted him to go with him. Sure, Keegan couldn't have fought him off if he'd tried. Maxwell was more powerful than him. Maxwell was the king, and Keegan was just playing at being a god and never making it good enough for anyone to be impressed by him. A dark, bitter part of him resented it. He couldn't say it was a small part, either... Keegan resented with every part of him that he was the one that was never good enough. Never enough, at all, for anyone, no matter what he did. No matter how hard he tried... and he shouldn't have had to try. He was a god, just like them. He should have been someone.
Yeah, he'd gone with Maxwell. He could claim that he'd been forced, if he wanted to. That it hadn't been his choice. Everyone would have believed it, if Keegan had gone running and told them that. They'd still probably believe it, if he did it now, if he said he'd been afraid to leave. Keegan was afraid of a lot of things, sure. He was afraid of being nothing. He was afraid of being so insignificant that he faded away. He was afraid of never getting his chance in the spotlight, never being something, never touching something important. He wasn't afraid of Maxwell, or what Maxwell might do to him. He was excited by it, something in his stomach stirring at the thought that he was at Maxwell's mercy. He was in Maxwell's kingdom, now, not the familiar, golden lands of Ellada. There was no one there for Keegan to turn to, if he realized he was in over his head. That was the most exciting part of it.
There was no wind through the leaves of the pomegranate tree he sat under. There shouldn't be. Keegan was in the Underworld, where no sun shone and no winds blew. He'd plucked a pomegranate from the tree, bounced it in his hand. He could have thrown it, could have wrecked part of the garden for no reason other than that he felt like it. It wouldn't be the first time he'd done it, if he had. Wouldn't have even been the hundredth. Sometimes, Keegan liked to fuck shit up just to watch it all burn, just to see what everyone else around him would do about it. The answer was usually not much, if they noticed at all. If they didn't just fix it like it meant nothing, what he'd done. Like he hadn't made an impact at all. It was fucking infuriating. If Keegan hadn't wanted someone to notice, he wouldn't have fucking done it.
Maxwell might notice. Maxwell had noticed Keegan when he was doing nothing important, anyway. He'd probably notice if Keegan wrecked his gardens. If Keegan wrecked anything, just to say 'fuck you'. Keegan didn't know what Maxwell would do about that. He didn't know Maxwell at all. That made his chest tighten with anticipation, even as it held him back from actually doing it. It could get Maxwell's attention on him, sure, but at the same time... it could get Maxwell to kick him out, to send him back up to his mother. Keegan didn't want to go. Yet. So he kept the pomegranate in his palm, mostly. Tossed it up into the air, once in a while, caught it again. They always said not to eat anything that grew in the Underworld. That if you did it, you could never leave. Keegan hadn't even cracked the fruit open, but that part of him, that part of him that lived to do exactly what he wasn't supposed to do, just to see if anyone would actually do anything about it... that part wanted to eat the whole thing.