Ugly [Closed/Complete]
Characters: Poseidon and Medusa
Date/Time: During Event Number Two
Location: A stable that wasn't here before.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Swearing, confusion, vulnerability, and Medusa.
Summary: Medusa and Poseidon have a conversation. Nothing is accomplished.
Why was it so fucking hard to find a bathroom in this infernal building? He'd had to relieve himself in someone's kitchen. Well, they'd never know it was him, and besides, Poseidon didn't really care.
And now he found himsef in a barn filled with ponies of various colours, which wasn't an entirely bad thing, really. Horses were more tolerable than some of his fellow residents.
Besides, there was pie. Sitting on a bale of hay, as a matter of fact. Excellent timing - Poseidon was planning to eat the next person he saw, and that would have been harder to hide than the peeing-in-inappropriate-places thing.
--
Medusa on the other hand had been finding nothing but bathrooms, one after the other. She was beginning to wonder if Cronus was making a subtle jab to her personal hygiene, the little fucker, as if anyone wanted to spend a long amount of time under water. Or naked for that matter, when bodies were so inherently disgusting.
B was the first to react to the change in scenery, Medusa just had to stare for a long moment. Horses? In the complex? Horses were wonderful but they needed wide open spaces. They needed the sky. Keeping them inside this building was a true dick move by someone who didn't understand their nature. Besides- "Holy shit? What the fuck?"
Was that Poseidon? The first personthingmonster she had seen in days and it was him. Just sitting there like he had a right to be, like he deserved to be, anything but mulch in a garden.
So she stomped over and grabbed the pie right out of his meaty fingers. The nervous break down would just have to keep up with her.
--
"WHAT THE FRAK?!"
Seriously, you do not mess with a man - or God, even - and his food. Poseidon glared up at the culprit - and then scoffed. Oh, fan-freaking-tastic. Figures that despite the complete mindfuck the building had become, he'd run into her. Now, room-mate-ness aside, Poseidon vaguely remembered Medusa from before, and... didn't particularly care about her. She was so last millenia's news. Why did anyone think it a good idea to bring her back to life? Oh, wait. To make his life hell, obviously. There was no other answer.
"Give me the pie, or..." He pointed threateningly at the stupid kitten.
--
Was it so hard to believe that anyone would want her to live? ... That was a question for another day. Medusa twitched at the threat to B and took a few steps back despite herself, the kitten safe around her neck. It was so easy to be weak when he was strong. So easy to shudder and twitch, to seek a friend to save her instead of standing on her own, even now she was shivering on her feet. She fixed him with one of her stares instead. "You stay the fuck away from B. What's wrong with you? Threatening a cat just because you can?"
Medusa already had her opinions on what was wrong with him. But those she kept to herself.
--
Poseidon scoffed. "I'm hungry, and I'll take what I can." Not that he would actually eat the cat, the possibility of furballs was a turn off. Medusa didn't need to know that, however.
"Look," he said, and it was more a lack of patience - his stomach was probably digesting itself at this point - than a desire to be reasonable that spurred him on now. "What the fuck is your problem?"
He genuinely didn't know, for the same reason that he didn't understand why Demeter still held a grudge against him after all these years. (He didn't inherit the family smarts, at any rate.)
--
All she could do was stare at him. He had ruined her life, and he didn't understand why she hated him? Couldn't even-
Medusa imagined him bleeding all over the stable floor, mortality would grant her that much at least, seeing him gasping and hurting and knowing that she caused it. She imagined pricking out each and every eyelash and laughing until it hurt. She put the pie down and dug her fingernails into her arm until the feeling past. Shrugged.
"You hurt me."
It wasn't as if she expected him to say sorry.
--
Poseidon blinked. He was a jackass, sure, but he had his moments - and Medusa had just had a very honest one. He still didn't completely understand the problem. Athena had been the one who cursed Medusa - all he remembered was seducing the priestess (she'd been a flirt and a tease), and even that was long enough ago that it was inconsequential in his mind.
He didn't say any of this out loud, however. Somehow it didn't seem right to.
"You hurt Rhode," he pointed out instead.
--
That was a stupid enough comment, and a creepy enough conversation, that Medusa could only bite at her lip and try not to remember a moment in time she had repeated a thousand times over in her head. A long time ago to him was yesterday to her. She couldn't retreat, herhouseherhomeherlife never retreat, but she could head over to one of the horses and begin to stroke its nose instead of answering right away. She couldn't stand to look at him anymore: for all that she was afraid to take her eyes off him.
"You got me pregnant," she countered. First person. Have to stay first person. No matter how much she loved the idea of the babies she never got to hold, let him think there was bitterness for that too. Let him take the blame for most everything.
--
"And...?"
--
Medusa saw red. She'd been avoiding physical confrontation, don'ttouchherdon'ttouchherdon'ttouchher, but now she aimed a punch for his over-sized disgusting excuse for a head.
--
Poseidon was quick enough to duck the fist heading towards him.
"Motherfuckin shit!" he yelled, backing away. She was fucking mental. All he'd wanted was the stupid pie, damn it. Sure, he could more than take on Medusa, but it wasn't worth the effort, not when he had more pressing concerns to deal with. Time to make a quick exit.
--
"You'd better fucking run!" Medusa threw hay, apples, anything in the stable that wasn't glued to the ground or too heavy to lift made its way to through the air. Hurt him. Smash him into tiny pieces and make the world bleed. "Asshole!"
Or at the very least get him to leave. That would be enough.
--
Wait, there were apples?! Poseidon caught one and took a big bite out of it.
Now he was pissed off, though, and there could be no doubt of that - not least because the ground began shaking. It was sudden enough to be a throw-off, and certainly, regrettably, the horses became agitated. A big bale of hay was flung towards Medusa.
"I don't run," he growled. And yet, as pissed off as he was, he couldn't bring himself to care - this was just petty, drudging up old affairs. Paying her any heed would only encourage her. He strode off to the closest door. With any luck he'd end up in the gun room Rhode mentioned.
--
Medusa has no idea how to respond. So she waved him on his way.
And smiled.
Date/Time: During Event Number Two
Location: A stable that wasn't here before.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Swearing, confusion, vulnerability, and Medusa.
Summary: Medusa and Poseidon have a conversation. Nothing is accomplished.
Why was it so fucking hard to find a bathroom in this infernal building? He'd had to relieve himself in someone's kitchen. Well, they'd never know it was him, and besides, Poseidon didn't really care.
And now he found himsef in a barn filled with ponies of various colours, which wasn't an entirely bad thing, really. Horses were more tolerable than some of his fellow residents.
Besides, there was pie. Sitting on a bale of hay, as a matter of fact. Excellent timing - Poseidon was planning to eat the next person he saw, and that would have been harder to hide than the peeing-in-inappropriate-places thing.
--
Medusa on the other hand had been finding nothing but bathrooms, one after the other. She was beginning to wonder if Cronus was making a subtle jab to her personal hygiene, the little fucker, as if anyone wanted to spend a long amount of time under water. Or naked for that matter, when bodies were so inherently disgusting.
B was the first to react to the change in scenery, Medusa just had to stare for a long moment. Horses? In the complex? Horses were wonderful but they needed wide open spaces. They needed the sky. Keeping them inside this building was a true dick move by someone who didn't understand their nature. Besides- "Holy shit? What the fuck?"
Was that Poseidon? The first personthingmonster she had seen in days and it was him. Just sitting there like he had a right to be, like he deserved to be, anything but mulch in a garden.
So she stomped over and grabbed the pie right out of his meaty fingers. The nervous break down would just have to keep up with her.
--
"WHAT THE FRAK?!"
Seriously, you do not mess with a man - or God, even - and his food. Poseidon glared up at the culprit - and then scoffed. Oh, fan-freaking-tastic. Figures that despite the complete mindfuck the building had become, he'd run into her. Now, room-mate-ness aside, Poseidon vaguely remembered Medusa from before, and... didn't particularly care about her. She was so last millenia's news. Why did anyone think it a good idea to bring her back to life? Oh, wait. To make his life hell, obviously. There was no other answer.
"Give me the pie, or..." He pointed threateningly at the stupid kitten.
--
Was it so hard to believe that anyone would want her to live? ... That was a question for another day. Medusa twitched at the threat to B and took a few steps back despite herself, the kitten safe around her neck. It was so easy to be weak when he was strong. So easy to shudder and twitch, to seek a friend to save her instead of standing on her own, even now she was shivering on her feet. She fixed him with one of her stares instead. "You stay the fuck away from B. What's wrong with you? Threatening a cat just because you can?"
Medusa already had her opinions on what was wrong with him. But those she kept to herself.
--
Poseidon scoffed. "I'm hungry, and I'll take what I can." Not that he would actually eat the cat, the possibility of furballs was a turn off. Medusa didn't need to know that, however.
"Look," he said, and it was more a lack of patience - his stomach was probably digesting itself at this point - than a desire to be reasonable that spurred him on now. "What the fuck is your problem?"
He genuinely didn't know, for the same reason that he didn't understand why Demeter still held a grudge against him after all these years. (He didn't inherit the family smarts, at any rate.)
--
All she could do was stare at him. He had ruined her life, and he didn't understand why she hated him? Couldn't even-
Medusa imagined him bleeding all over the stable floor, mortality would grant her that much at least, seeing him gasping and hurting and knowing that she caused it. She imagined pricking out each and every eyelash and laughing until it hurt. She put the pie down and dug her fingernails into her arm until the feeling past. Shrugged.
"You hurt me."
It wasn't as if she expected him to say sorry.
--
Poseidon blinked. He was a jackass, sure, but he had his moments - and Medusa had just had a very honest one. He still didn't completely understand the problem. Athena had been the one who cursed Medusa - all he remembered was seducing the priestess (she'd been a flirt and a tease), and even that was long enough ago that it was inconsequential in his mind.
He didn't say any of this out loud, however. Somehow it didn't seem right to.
"You hurt Rhode," he pointed out instead.
--
That was a stupid enough comment, and a creepy enough conversation, that Medusa could only bite at her lip and try not to remember a moment in time she had repeated a thousand times over in her head. A long time ago to him was yesterday to her. She couldn't retreat, herhouseherhomeherlife never retreat, but she could head over to one of the horses and begin to stroke its nose instead of answering right away. She couldn't stand to look at him anymore: for all that she was afraid to take her eyes off him.
"You got me pregnant," she countered. First person. Have to stay first person. No matter how much she loved the idea of the babies she never got to hold, let him think there was bitterness for that too. Let him take the blame for most everything.
--
"And...?"
--
Medusa saw red. She'd been avoiding physical confrontation, don'ttouchherdon'ttouchherdon'ttouchher, but now she aimed a punch for his over-sized disgusting excuse for a head.
--
Poseidon was quick enough to duck the fist heading towards him.
"Motherfuckin shit!" he yelled, backing away. She was fucking mental. All he'd wanted was the stupid pie, damn it. Sure, he could more than take on Medusa, but it wasn't worth the effort, not when he had more pressing concerns to deal with. Time to make a quick exit.
--
"You'd better fucking run!" Medusa threw hay, apples, anything in the stable that wasn't glued to the ground or too heavy to lift made its way to through the air. Hurt him. Smash him into tiny pieces and make the world bleed. "Asshole!"
Or at the very least get him to leave. That would be enough.
--
Wait, there were apples?! Poseidon caught one and took a big bite out of it.
Now he was pissed off, though, and there could be no doubt of that - not least because the ground began shaking. It was sudden enough to be a throw-off, and certainly, regrettably, the horses became agitated. A big bale of hay was flung towards Medusa.
"I don't run," he growled. And yet, as pissed off as he was, he couldn't bring himself to care - this was just petty, drudging up old affairs. Paying her any heed would only encourage her. He strode off to the closest door. With any luck he'd end up in the gun room Rhode mentioned.
--
Medusa has no idea how to respond. So she waved him on his way.
And smiled.