#witchoflegends

there is something different about walking inside. usually, him and zeus were present first. the gods filtered in after, always - leaving them actual time to speak as it was happening. he wonders, now, what zeus thought when he had not been present. if his brother had any kind of inkling. it doesn't matter. not anymore. after he had pushed the doors open, he's now walking, step by step, towards the centre of the room. he doesn't pay much attention, not to anyone else aside from zeus. who, when poseidon finally came to a stop, only responded with a: "you're late." and a raise of an eyebrow.

"being late assumes i intended to arrive sooner than now. i didn't." his words are short, and a silence follows. it is only when zeus begins to speak again, that poseidon cuts in there first. "i'm not participating in this meeting, zeus. and i'm going to skip the formalities. i'm done here. done with olympus. i'm leaving." he lets the statement hang in the air for a moment - which quickly fills with murmurs and whispers from the other gods. but poseidon's gaze stays firmly on zeus. and zeus', on his. "you already know why. i'm not your slave, zeus. and i'm done pretending that i am." those words are lower. as if he's only talking to his brother.

and it is on those words, that zeus finally arises from his seat. "shut it." he orders to the gods around the room, and they quieten instantly. "what .." his attention shifts back to poseidon. "did you say?" his voice is low, too, but it's the kind of low that comes before an explosion. " .. you think you can just ... leave? walk in here, drop a bomb, and walk out? you don't get to decide that."

"i am." poseidon seems unphased. he had spent a long, long time hiding his true feelings towards zeus. it isn't difficult to hide the instinctual reaction that comes with the underlaying threat. because he's lived it. breathed it, for so, so long. "and i'm leaving with the ocean. my status and position remains intact, and i'm leaving with the ability to see sally, and my son, again. i'm keeping what's mine." he takes a step forward, despite himself. "i wish to keep friendship with olympus. this is not an act of war. please hear me on that. i simply wish to go my own way. to not-"

zeus interrupts him with a bark of a laugh, and he descends the stairs, finally, in order to meet poseidon at ground level. he's gotta give it to poseidon. he doesn't even flinch. "so let me get this straight. you want to leave olympus, keep your command of the ocean and raise the perfect little shit stain to bring all this down around us? you're a fucking traitor." and there's surprisingly no malice behind that last statement. instead, just clear observation and certainty. "i'm not letting this happen. not now, not ever. leaving? over my dead body."

"you are letting this happen, because otherwise-"

"what? because otherwise what, brother? you want to play by your own rules, fine. but then you'll find out exactly what it means to defy me in my own hall. reconsider. this is your only chance."

and the gods around them whisper again. poseidon can feel how tense they are, and he takes the opportunity to glance at them. more specifically, to athena. they hadn't a good past, but even he can see how she is silently watching - hanging on every action, every syllable, every word. their eyes meet for a moment, before poseidon looks back to zeus. "because otherwise, you will make enemies with one of the endless. a being outside of your influence and command. do you really want that, zeus? because i seem to remember the last tim-"

@witchoflegends said: "Tell me the truth …did you miss me, even a little?" (Leon to Claire. He's being a teasing little shit)

Hearing that familiar voice of his, Claire can't help but turn around with a smile bright on her face, feeling the excitement and joy rush through her. "Leon!" Maybe it came with all they had been through together and survived? Either way, she did care for him and she was always happy to see him again.

Claire approaches him, lightly punching his arm playfully. "No, not at all." She's a terrible liar, unable to hold it back any longer before blurting out the honest truth as always. "Okay...so maybe a lot? But I could ask the same of you, mister! How have you been? Anything new?"

Richie was sprawled across the couch, upside down, one leg hooked over the back. He stared at the ceiling. ❝Hypothetically, if a very cool, very ... charming person wanted to do something for Valentine’s Day.❞ He started, voice fake-casual in a way that was absolutely giving him away. ❝And that person did not want to look like an idiot. Or worse, desperate. And also ... this hypothetical person's hypothetical Valentine can't know that it's like kinda serious.❞ He slowly turned his head to look at his mom from upside-down. ❝What’s the move?❞ 

He sighed. ❝I mean, flowers are too obvious ... Candy is a maybe. A mixtape feels very risky. Like, what if you put one wrong song on there and suddenly you’re confessing undying love when you were just trying to be cool about it.❞ He sat up halfway, straightening his glasses, suddenly more thoughtful. ❝It’s gotta be cool, right? You’re good at this stuff, Mom. You always know what people actually like. What makes someone feel … special? Without it being, you know. A whole thing.❞ 

“Well someone had to save all of the pets, Walker, and I didn’t see you jumping at the opportunity to do it.” Because he and everyone else had been protecting the civilians—Yelena knew this. But that was exactly why she’d gone ahead and taken it upon herself to get every animal out of that pet store. It was a terrible place for them to be kept, to begin with; having an actual excuse to liberate them was merely a bonus.

Eve nods, quietly listening to Lucifer explain it to her as she takes a sip of her tea in between it. "I've noticed the similarities between angels and birds for sure! So...what you're telling me is that all birds, even ducks, are based off of angels in some way?" That made sense with the wings and being adorable. "Or am I wrong to assume?"

Rachel runs her hands through her hair and makes a face when they come free abruptly at the ends. The long braid wasn't her idea; neither was having it cut off. "Sorry, this is stupid."

Now that she has to explain, it sounds worse. The important part about being a Hound is what Ahab made her do to other people. The second worst is what he did to her in the process. Missing stuff is a distant, distant third, a side effect; it's just bugging her now that she's somewhere normal, where she can accidentally think about what is and what she expected to be.

Unfortunately, she's committed now. "I guess I just keep thinking about things I thought I'd have done by now. High school." She manages a wry smile. "You know, some people I respect design the curriculum here, so I figure it's probably important. Um... driving." Scott is teaching her. "Powers training." The kind that's not all about finding and hurting people. Wouldn't have been with her mom, though. "I used to think I'd be an X-Man at this age, you know." Maybe not realistic.