The King of Olympus

K guys, I haveta go for the night. I have to read 60 pages before bed, and I kinda need to go running tomorrow as I have a weigh in with my nutritionist tomorrow night sooooo

”Yet I am close to the one who needs me. What father would I be to leave my pregnant wife simply to return to a realm of feasting?”

Not a joke that was very much truth, and could occur—it was a weakness in her, the tether that kept her in balance. The risk of losing her twin, her sister, and now the mate she did not expect to ever possess. She had kept her pairing discreet, but knowing how close a visual her Father kept on her actions, even if her Mother and siblings kept it a secret,  Zeus would know it. She let complacent bliss cloud the obvious truth. She was freer than the other Gods, but always observed.

"Theoretically, yes…I suppose that’s true. I’d be all alone. No one to fuel my hatreds. I suppose I’d be left to destroy as I float along, but with no real need behind it. That puts us both in quite a pickle, doesn’t it Father? One cannot exist without the other, and if one of us was to be destroyed? What a world! I prefer meaningless destruction…but…what would be left after a time? Even that could bore me as I encompass ALL Chaos, not just evil lawlessness for lawlessness’ sake.” She hummed and turned from him again, refilling her drink as she steadied herself. He did not know of her baby, or if he did, that was a veiled threat to her. Nevertheless, she took it very seriously.

She had grown complacent in her time here, finally relaxing and believing herself safe, free. Sweet child, she’d never be free of him. He’d sooner see this little discussion of theirs come true than allow her to believe he would lose control over her.

The child growing inside her has yet to be revealed, though he has his suspicions. Knowledge of her lover, though, has been obtained, but for now the child itself is safe. How much longer that will last, though, cannot be said. He has eyes everywhere, after all.

“A meaningless existence, that would be. Particularly with no hope of producing children,” he tells her back, eyes roaming over form in lecherous leer. He wonders what new features lie beneath garb, what treasure yet unseen by his lustful eyes, what pleasures yet unsampled.

  The flash, quick and merciless as lightning, strikes through his eyes at his words. She knows without doubt that line has been crossed. And he must punish infraction, lest it grow in her mind thought of dissent. That is intolerable, and so action must be taken.

That she all but quakes in terror at what he might do brings smile to lips.

“My brother is rather preoccupied at the present, seeing his wife away for the six months she must spend with Demeter. Do you think he would waste precious time with beloved wife to see why I venture into his realm? I don’t,” he practically preens, wild grin spreading across his face. He had given the time of his visit extreme consideration, making certain that no one would interrupt this. “And your mother is otherwise occupied. It seems your sister has had an… accident which has demanded all of her attention as of late.”

Secrets in this family remained buried better than the dead, eternal. The warmth that bore into her flesh from steps behind made her skin crawl again, she was about to spin round to present him his glass with a regained sense of confidence. Though in the face of her King, Father,

and …

…well, she put on a flawless mask.  But his arm was over her in an instant, lingering before he stood back. She sneered at the table face, suddenly shame and fear giving way to rage. She glared at her reflection in the black marble, her nails streaking violently onto the surface. ”You’re right. For Time to be released, we all would end…but as Chaos, I can’t help but glorify such a day.” She pushed the decanter away, not partaking in alcohol with him here alone with her. She pulled forward the pomegranate juice and plopped a cherry into the glass, garnishing it virginally. She turned to face him with arrogance, toasting the glass upwards in his direction. “Though we all know that Gods may fall to dust, but Chaos is the energy that never burns out. It would be amusing if I were to go on after all of you…” She sipped her cordial carelessly. “Only speaking in hyperbole and theory, mind you. Not…practice.”  Better to not push him too far, she must tread carefully.

Delicious.

That power was intoxicating, addicting. To know that he had it over her, had such control over her that she still felt the stabs of pain, the sharp confinement of his control, was more pleasing than the memory of her subtle flesh beneath his own. Because if there was one thing Zeus loved more than sex, it was power. Especially over those who could one day threaten his reign.

And yet the one threat that eluded him, that no matter how hard he tried, he could never crush underfoot, was that of his own father. And that thought terrified him, enough so that even the mention of Chronos had him lashing out.

Her words were knives, sharpened so that they pierced directly where he was weakest. She knew of his weakness, and directed her counter attack there, placing each blow perfectly. 

His blood was boiling, eyes alight with the very lightning he commanded, ready to smite the girl for daring defy him, even now. But he could not. He knew he could not, and that helplessness made him hateful, vengeful, ruthless. 

"Of course," he purred, eyes alight with promise of retribution for her disobedience. "And, theoretically, I suppose when we all perish and you are left alone, you will truly be alone. No Ares, for he will surely perish. No Enyo, for her tie to survival lies with the mortals. No consort of yours... I do believe his name to be... Pitch? Yes I do think that was it. No, he would fall. And you would be alone. Forever. After all, you cannot conceive," a malicious grin alights his face there, knowing he's stricken her straight in the heart with those words, "and thus there would be nothing but Chaos. Nothing but you. An eternity of loneliness. How miserable that sounds. Theoretically, of course."

"You make no secret of your dalliances outside matrimony,oh leader." There was a note of rebuke there, though few would decipher it from her  countenance.

Her disapproval was nothing new, nor was it any concern of his. How he conducted himself was his business. He was the king, and entitled to do as he pleased, regardless of how the others viewed his indiscretions. So long as he continued to rule, to lead them as he had for eons, he would continue to do as he had and indulge. As was his right. "I see no reason to skulk about as if I were ashamed of myself. Do you, M'lady?"

"I assure you, I am in want for naught but to spend time with you," Artemis told him sincerely.  She had always preferred to be independent and not ask for much from her father.  She knew that he had a lot weighing upon him and had little desire to add to it.  "I am doing well.  Keeping track of Apollo and his misadventures."

"Artemis, you are not my babysitter," Apollo countered.  "I do well enough on my own."

"Need I make a list?" Artemis teased.  Apollo rolled his eyes and turned his attentions back to their father.

                          Well, not true. There are quite a few good times."

"Oh, the sentence stands—the same as it always is—eternal, right? Unless Time itself is set free, and we All come crumbling down after.” She made a covert jab at her father, but laughed it off as the family running jest. Crazy old papa Kronos…

Though, she didn’t look like a little girl, he thought, eyes roaming over her well-endowed form. He could recall the feel of that body writhing beneath him, and he just barely refrained from licking his lips at the memory. Yes, she had been most… pleasing.

Eyes snapped back to her face, as swift as lightning, just as deadly too, at the mention of Kronos. Ah, Daddy Dearest. He grimaced internally, but laughed at her jab, the sound hollow. A warning was in his eyes. “The day Time ran out, everything and everyone we have would fall. We would fall. The world would fall. So it’s a good thing that day will never come, yes?”

He knew not if she was aware how she was pushing her breasts up, putting on a most appetizing display. He turned, watching her wander away, feeling her nervous buzz in the air, and reveled in it. But of course she felt so uneasy. He was the King, and her father. Even the mighty Chaos trembled at his feet.

When I say ‘take your time’, what I mean is:

Take.  Your.  Time.

If you have muse for another thread? You can reply to that.

If you have muse for another character?  Guess what; you can reply to that too.

If you’re getting feels for another ship?  OMFG. YOU H0R.  No, seriously.  You can reply to that, lmfao.

If you’re overwhelmed with other threads?  It’s okay; seriously.  I don’t hate you, I don’t think any less of you.  You get to ours when you can.

If you want to drop a thread because you’ve lost inspiration with it; same as above.  I don’t hate you.  I’d rather you told me than fretted and thought omfg she’s gonna hate me when actually, the opposite is true.

Muses can be fickle, fickle things and I shouldn’t have to say this but when dipshits come out with stuff like ‘take your time doesn’t mean you can reply to something else’ — actually, it does with me.

Anybody who plots with me, RPs with me, even talks to me; I love.  Dearly.  And when they reply I squeal like a mad thing because omg the flawless (seriously).

RPing is meant to be fun, lovelies.  Don’t suck the fun out of it by being passive aggressive and a bit of a twat by saying shit things like that.