i hope you don't mind ;; [ Thalia ]

[lord zeus]

"Where is Apollo?" An angry voice, as thick and deadly as lightning bellowed from within the marble paved auditorium as the crowd quickly dispersed, unwilling or unable to answer the Lord of the Sky's demand. Of those who stayed they remained silent and still, occasionally stealing a weary glimpse at one another through knowing eyes. Over the past eight months tensions were high amongst the Gods what with the stirring of Gaia and the king's obvious irritable grudge against the Demi-Gods for their diligent effort to bring peace by their own hand with only a handful acknowledging the fact that this was not a war they could fight on their own and regrettably the Gods had decided the same but it was only Athena who stepped forward in all of her wisdom to this council for consideration. It was an added insult to the already damaged pride the one named Percy Jackson had caused but coming from Athena the council knew that he would have to consider the possibilities but he wasn't exactly taking it quietly. The absence of a certain Sun God did nothing to reassure him of his subjects loyalty either escalating his paranoia beyond control. If even his son, whom he had saved as a child from his wife's jealous grasp, could betray him for the loyalty of a mortal there was something very wrong. Darkened clouds hung dangerously high around Olympus as his saving grace stepped forward.

Had Artemis not been there to defend his case he would have surely acted rashly but the maiden Goddess offered a solution not quite expected of a Goddess so unconnected to humanity, she offered the long-awaited truce between demi-gods and humans comparing their actions as barbaric when below them the Greeks and the Romans, two very different powers, were joining together to fight their cause. The great lord lowered himself to his throne in consideration and was silent for a long time as if weighing up the different outcomes. It had been done in the past when he paired up with Heracles to fight a lesser power but to succeed on this scale each deity would have to pair up with their offspring and fight a power they could only imagine. He knew Gaia, knew of her power and her ability and even he feared what was to come. Tenderly messaging his temples he motioned for them to go, all except his two faithful daughters Athena and Artemis whom had so bravely faced the threat of his wrath without hesitation and deserved his trust this time. "I can understand Apollo's concern for the mortals and I do not condemn him for it nor do I approve however we agreed that it was best for mortals and gods alike that we remain as distant as possible." He reminded the two who stared at him with unreadable expressions. It was Artemis who spoke first;


"That may be the case father but it was you who ordered it. The demi-gods have improved greatly and I see no reason why they would fail us. As of late they have proved themselves capable of anything." She said softly, her fierce face soft for a change under the concerned gaze of Zeus. Athena spoke next, her stormy eyes twisted in thought as she relayed her reasoning. "Given guidance I believe the demi-gods are more than capable of defending themselves however whether they can fight against an army of this caliber remains to be seen. The Romans are a fierce people and it will do the Greeks well to listen and in turn the Romans could learn much in the way of morales." Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as Zeus met her gaze. "... and I would not deny that there must be some truth in that prophesy." Zeus raised a hand to silence her and rested his hands on his knees and stood full figure. He would have to think more on the matter but for now this was enough. There was a few questions he had of the happenings below, for one his children had been nothing but cursive in his tone from below and Artemis would perhaps have the answers to why young Thalia was so resentful...


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His conscience tugged at him feeling the presence of another at one of his temples. This was usually a constant buzz due to the extraordinary amount of tourism his temples attracted back in old Rome and Greece but this one was different and instantly recognizable as his mortal daughter who was apparently visiting New Rome at this time. He remembered vaguely that Artemis had mentioned something about having her huntresses stationed in Camp Jupiter while she was attending to business in Olympus but he did not expect such a flurry of emotions plaguing her as she spoke, he could feel her anger and her sadness but also her longing which he could relate to. Apparently the incident with the Hermes child was not yet forgotten and something inside her blamed him for his appearance. He should have been angry but he was not, it was understandable that she would be upset but as Hades had assured him it was all part of a bigger plan - he hoped for Thalia's sake that he was right. A flicker of a smile etched at the corners of his mouth as she finished her little speech. It was impossible not to listen. There was a reason he spared her from the Underworld and she wouldn't be quick to forgive if he told her.

It wasn't until he had reached Earth that he realized the little Huntress had unconciously persuaded him to make an unschedualed visit to the camp. It would be embarassing to return so quickly rather than to stay and at least accomplish something while he was here, even if it was something menial he had thought up on the spot. Sensing he would not be meeting the reckless sun god at this moment in time he lessened his mass to a reasonable 6ft and his armour shimmered and melted into something a little more casual but no less flashy - a soft white shirt with intricate golden threads lining the hems and as he moved the creases in the short seemed to morph and change in hue like the clouds themselves and to finish off on his cuffs were two very realistic lightning bolts not unlike miniature versions of the masterbolt. His pants were dark silver and plain in comparison but emphasized the color contrast wth a smokey texture and finally his shoes were black hydra hide with threaded gold embroidery. In his eyes he was keeping it low key but he could sense the the cringe from a Goddess above at his obvious lack of fashion knowledge. Straightening himself he landed with ease next to Apollo's shrin which he scowled at with irritation - he wasn't here for sure but there was a flicker of another familiar presense. The original being Artemis was so desperate to have him talk to.

He could make out the petite demi god's features from where she stood, she seemed to be leaving the Jupiter shrine but still he couldn't feel the peace that one would usually find from seeking council with your deity. His features softened as he summoned a small amount of cloud to gether at her feet, blowing gently in his direction beckining her forward. "Come Thalia." the winds whispered before dissapating itno nothingness leaving little proof of any mysterious happenings.

[thalia grace]

EARLY MORNING CITY BREAKS I'VE BEEN CALLING FOR YEARS AND YEARS AND YOU NEVER LEFT ME
NO MESSAGES YOU NEVER SENT ME NO LETTERS YOU'VE GOT SOME

Thalia was bitter. She'd always been the type to hold onto things, make grudges, never forgive and forget. Then again, she was a daughter of Zeus - it wasn't as if she was meant to be the most forgiving of demigods. Her father was merciless in his punishment, and she guessed she needed the same ruthlessness of the anger coming into fruitition. Then again, when the person you were angry with was the King of the Gods, then really, there was no winning. Thalia was a winner. She was the type of person that did everything with her heart, nothing half done, and maybe that was why she was so angry now. Maybe she had a right to be angry, and maybe she didn't. All she could see in her head was his shocked eyes, and the she could feel her heart, and then everything went wordless from then. Maybe she was overreacting. Maybe he should've told her. All she had wanted was a simple heads up, was that so much to ask for? She knew that Zeus didn't care - even though he'd saved her from being a tree she would never have the same priority as one of his godly children and she would never get the same type of respect or any respect because she was illegitimate and Hera hated her and she was a demigod and there was so much going against the demigods that it wasn't funny anymore so she didn't even try to think that he would try to be a good dad because really, he had no reason to be one - but couldn't he have been nice, for once? Would it really have killed his immortal heart to send her a bloody message, a dream, something at the back of her mind?

It was the same way she felt about Jason, though that had been Hera's doing. In her mind, Zeus and Hera were both at fault. Zeus for letting Hera do what she wanted because she was his wife, and Hera for going after her little brother. Jason had been hers', damnit. More than he'd been Isabelle's and more than he'd been Zeus', he'd been hers'. She changed his diapers, she took care of him, and she had been the one that, at seven, had taken over the role of mother. She hadn't found it fair how he'd just been mercilessly ripped from her arms, and she didn't understand why Zeus couldn't have told her. She didn't have to think he had been dead for thirteen years because that was cruel, ridiculously so, and Thalia hadn't felt more bitter about anything in her life until this moment. She felt like Zoe Nightshade, with her grudges from the past, but she now knew how the girl felt. They surely didn't feel like the past when the outcome came and slapped her in the face every damn day, every day when she should've been trying to be the best Lieutenant she could be. Instead, she was in a whirlwind of stupid, limiting emotions, when she'd never been the emotional type. Thalia didn't know how to deal with it, any of it. She bottled it up and pushed it far, far away - or she got angry. Bitterness would be the one thing that swallowed her one day, one day she'd get as bitter as Luke had been when he'd let Kronos take over. The thought made her nauseous, made her afraid of her own abilities, and the one thing that Thalia couldn't deal with more than anything else was fear. Her fear of heights, her fear of Luke or Jason or Annabeth or even Percy being hurt, it was all such a huge weakness to her, her own Achilles heal except it wasn't physical and she couldn't hide it.

Her thoughts a jumbled mess, she left Zues' temple. When had her father done anything good for her? She was surprised she didn't hear any thunder, didn't get any message to watch herself. Maybe because he realized that, for once, he was the one in the wrong. Maybe he realized that he hadn't been fair and that he needed to work on it. She doubted it - immortals didn't have many regrets, they didn't change much, and they almost never learned from their mistakes. They were utter children, and the Hunter doubted that she would ever think of them as anything else. They didn't take responsibility of their actions - most of them. One or two of the gods were mature, but really, it was asking for a lot when no one could really take them down. When they were threatened, they were surprised, and expected other people - the demigods - to do the majority of the work. They were teenagers, in their truest forms, and it pissed her off to no end. It made her extremely angry that the demigods, as much as they did, were always viewed as below the gods. Yes, it was true they were lesser ranking, of course they were, but that didn't mean that they were on the bottom of the gods' shoes, like dirt that they had accidentally stepped on. Especially when the one that treated everyone and everything below him turned out to be her father - lucky her, right? Thalia couldn't help but be bitterly sarcastic, caustic even, about the whole situation. She thought that being turned into a tree had been enough to earn her good karma, to slip her by the Fates' radar, but apparently not. Children of the Big Three were the biggest mistake - she was paying for being born. Then damnit, she should've been sentenced to some other lowly life as a form of punishment, for being powerful and having nothing to do with it, no outlet and no way of fixing anything, watching the ones she loved around her suffer, had to be the one thing that she couldn't stand. It was the way to get to her the most effectively - she was sure that someone had thought long and hard about ways to get people like her, but really, it sickened her - the Furies must've had a hand as well.

She heard her father's voice in her head, and she knew which direction she had to go to find him. Really? He listened to her, once in her technical total of twenty four years? She felt special, but it was the kind that made bile almost rise in her throat. She'd never actually had a conversation with Zeus, and she didn't want to, either. But she wanted answers, and she knew that it would be the thing that led her to Apollo's temple. She wondered why he was there and not in his own, but then again, he was Zeus - couldn't he do whatever he wanted? No one challenged him - he was all-powerful! She was stupid to think he played by the rules - after all, she existed, didn't she? Jason did as well, didn't he? And that was only counting the Graces - she knew there were more than them, Geek and Roman. He was a slut - she could see why Hera had to demand his children, because he wouldn't have any more with her. But then again, who would want to have a child with Hera? She didn't even understand why Zeus, or how Zeus, could stand her. Then again, it wasn't like he hadn't had more than ten lifetimes' worth of practice. She glared at the ground as she walked, silver Hunter's uniform clinging to her skin as if it didn't belong there, and circlet weighing heavily on her head in anger. Everything felt wrong, everything felt off, and she hated the lack of control. She hated the fact that the demigods, she hated that she, was just another pawn to a heigher deity that didn't care enough about her to make the slightest effort. Her thought in circles, everything in knots, she was exhausted of it all, and the sight of Zeus with his tall stature made her palms spark with electricity. She didn't swallow it, but she wouldn't do anything drastic, either. Angry though she was, she wasn't stupid. Zeus didn't care enough about her not to smite her where she stood, and she knew it, too. She stared at him, electric blue eyes matching his, though hers' almost seemed alight with something dangerous, molten in a way that would scare anyone that wasn't a god. "Father, how nice of you to appear on such a lovely day." She could've fried eggs on her tone, it's own acting skillet, but she said nothing else. She could rant and rave and throw anything about Luke or Jason or even her abandonment issues if she was feeling Athena-like, but she wouldn't. He was here, right? He'd talk. End of.

TAGGED ?! zeus
WORD COUNT ?! fifteen twenty eight
MUSE ?! everywhere
NOTES ?! none~
CREDITS ?! credit to OH HAI BBY! of caution two point oh for the graphics. credit to the fray with their amazing song you found me for the lyrics.

[lord zeus]

She was a vision in silver as she approached with unruly hair like her mothers, soft yet angular features graced her pale skin giving her an edge even a child of Aphrodite would envy and though she had much of her mother's former grace she was more like her father than she would care to admit, more so than his other children even which caused him great pride varnished with an even sense of pity which his thunderous nature had brought him. Even now, her unnaturally blue eyes which reflected his own twinkled with the weight of the sky were molten and vengeful - a human emotion he was definately guilty of... to some extent. Sensing her obvious anger he refrained from the socially predictable 'father hug' and instead watched her in silence, his eyes following hers as if to study a favorite pet who had given her paw for the first time. It was the first time wasn't it? Since Jason had been born at least but he wasn't exactly Zeus as he was now. He was Jupiter, an alter-ego who was much more disciplined and military than his orgininal form and the cause for much hurt in this young lady's heart. He would apologize for that at least but not for having Jason or any of the other of his children as they were much more to him than Thalia would ever believe.

After a few soundless moments the edge of his lips quivered at her unwavering gaze revealing a surprisingly charming smile. Her sarcasm was as clear as day and he found it refreshing that there was somebody on earth that would speak to him with such impudence but it did not surprise him in the slightest - she was his daughter after all. He chuckled darkly (Which sounded like distant thunder to most). "Not so lovely as to wipe that look of anger from your face I fear." He replied with slight accusation. As I said before, he wasn't expecting the 'hello daddy, I've missed you!' reunion but the least she could offer was some sort of awe and wonder at why her mysterious father had come all the way from the heavens just to speak to her. Despite what she was feeling now there was much he had done for her such as turning her into a tree to escape death - something that would not be very pleasant as Hades was rather upset at Zeus for killing that Di Angelo woman and was simply foaming like a hellhound to get revenge or saving her brother Jason on numerous occasions meaning in the eyes of the Olympians he was a damn good dad. He had not yet thrown her from Olympus at least. For now he was prepared to forgive and forget and simply speak to his daughter as he hadn't done for many years and perhaps gain some insight into her troubles and why the fates were deciding against her.

He fidgeted with his cuffs briefly then loosened his shoulder. Apollo was the one for prophesies so he had only the vaguest idea what that dastardly sun-god was yabbering on about but what he did pick up was that the future didn't look too bright if she travelled on the path she was currently on - something was coming for her and true to the rules he was allowed to disclose no more. "You look like your mother you know. She had the same look on her face when she challenged me over Jason. She was a wonderful, intelligent woman but she asked more than I could give... the life of my child or the throne next to mine." His face softened slightly to something more human with his frown lines lessening with every word. "I would have if I could. She had given me two beautiful children and a place in this world I would never experience otherwise." The mask changed quickly to one of loss and pain as if he were re-living the moment. He did not want to shatter her few memories of a mother who once was loving and doting on her children until a certain God had ruined that so he refrained from details hoping his sincerity had come accross clear enough. "You may blame me for what happened to your mother and your brother. I cannot change your past nor can I mend your image of me but I am your father and no amount of denial or cursing at my temple..." He raised a knowing eyebrow. "... will change that fact. Your life ahead will not be easy Thalia. A life for a demi-god is never easy and for you and your brother it may be even more so." In one smooth motion he was by her side, his tall frame towering over her.

"This is what you wanted to say was it not?"

[thalia grace]

EARLY MORNING CITY BREAKS I'VE BEEN CALLING FOR YEARS AND YEARS AND YOU NEVER LEFT ME
NO MESSAGES YOU NEVER SENT ME NO LETTERS YOU'VE GOT SOME

She didn't care what he was expecting. Thalia wasn't good at giving people what they wanted, never had been, and never would be. She wasn't going to act the perfect part of the shining daughter, because she was no where near perfect and she wouldn't try. She'd figured out that the stronger the god that you were born to, the worst you were. She figured she had a lifetime pass to be a totally useless human being - but then again, she couldn't do that, could she? She wasn't a perfectionist in the most common sense of the word, but she knew that she had to prove everyone wrong. Her mother had been a useless human being, someone that had done nothing good with her life except have two children - to the lord of the skies and the gods, no less. Maybe that had been the only thing she'd ever done right, but then, being the oldest of said two children, Thalia doubted that her being born was really a good thing. After all, how many people would've been better off without her? She wouldn't get into those thoughts now - she wasn't mad at her mother, she was mad at her father, and every bad thing he'd done and every time he'd messed up and every time she'd been ignored and even when he'd durned her into a gods' damned tree, really, she had a lot of reasons to be angry. She had every reason to shoot everything she had at him - mentally and verbally - and surely he wouldn't know what to do with himself because he was Zeus and no one except for those who were suicidal, crazy, or both, would talk to him without the utmost respect. Except Thalia couldn't find it in herself to respect him because to her, there was nothing to respect. Zeus wasn't someone that she respected, he wasn't even someone she thought highly of - she could find a million more thoughts in the god than she could find in herself, and that was an accomplishment, for as Thalia was her own biggest supporter in that odd moment, she was her biggest hater more than anything, though she would never admit that for self-hatred was weakness and she was strong, she had to be strong.

Thalia glared at him, eyes looking inhumanely bright. "Of course, your child wouldn't come first. That's only what a good father would do. My mistake - your children are only the mistake of your relations with women that you don't care for. Is that what I was? You don't even have to answer - me getting turned into a tree was enough of a showing. And then letting Jason get taken from me, even before that. You've really built up a good track record for yourself, Dad. You should be proud that all your effort went to a good cause." Her tone was bitter and her words were acidic and she regretted none of it. No one spoke to him like this - how fitting was it that it was one of his daughters that would hand everything to him on a silver platter and ask him to explain himself? She would've bet anything that Hera didn't do this - no, she went behind his back and got revenge. Thalia would do everything right, front and center, because though she was a demigod she didn't set herself in the boundaries that demigods set for themselves. Especially when they were around their parents. For almost every single one of the other demigods, though, they wanted to please their parents. They wanted their parents to be proud of them, to acknowledge them, to give them some sign that they cared. Thalia didn't want Zeus' attention, didn't want his pride, she wanted answers and she wanted them now. Then again, who was she to demand anything? She couldn't really demand anything and expect something, but she did anyway. She had decided that everything that had happened in her lifetime surely asked for some reward - especially when she could've changed sides at any point during the first war. When Luke had asked her to join sides when he had been fighting for Kronos, she could've said yes. It wasn't like she had any reason to fight for the side of the gods - what had they ever done? She'd been born, she'd fought all her life, she'd been turned into a tree, she'd become a human again, just to keep fighting? She had every reason to be angry enough to switch sides - it had only been her sense of right and wrong that had kept her from following in his footsteps and using her bitterness to try and bring down the gods. Maybe it was even because she'd believed that there was something more to the gods, that they could improve and that they could become better, with time and effort. Pshh, who had she been kidding.

"My mother could burn in Hades for all eternity and I wouldn't mind, not one bit." Maybe she was speaking out of anger - maybe it was true. She knew that she'd always harboured a certain amount of guilt over the death of her mother - could she have saved her? Could she have done more? Maybe doing less would've helped? Maybe she could've kept her alive? Maybe she could've kept Jason there with them? Maybe she could've stopped Zeus from returning a second time, now that she knew he was as Jupiter that time, as Jupiter? Maybe she could've stopped him from coming back at all? - but she wouldn't cry over spilt milk, no matter how much she thought about the stain it left behind."I know my life will be difficult! When has it ever been easy? Never!" She couldn't help but snap. How could he tell her something she already knew? He came down to pay her a visit, just to give her some uselessly vague information that she had already figured out on her own? He had to be kidding. He had to be out of his mind to think that was all she was going to get - she deserved more than that, even if he didn't agree. "You mention Jason, who is important, yes. But what about Luke?" The word was a dagger being thrown at a dart board. "You take my brother from me, give him to your deranged wife, and I can't do anything about it, so I swallow it and move on. I get someone to almost replace that, to replace him, even if it's in a different way - and he dies. Yeah, I swallowed that, too. Said absolutely nothing! Didn't protest not once!" She was almost snarling, her fists clenched and her eyes dry but bright as ever. She couldn't remember being this angry, not for a long time. She'd never had a controllable temper, and she had always been held at it's mercy because when she got this angry, she couldn't force it down, and she couldn't reign it in. She couldn't bring herself to do anything but what it wanted. For some people, it took liquor to get the truth out of them. For Thalia, if she was angry enough, everything would come pouring out, albeit in the worst way possible. It was something those extremely close to her knew, and something that people were warned about - even if it was never directly about her, the two tempers you didn't mess with were those of an Ares child and those of a Zeus child. It was common knowledge. But when you were a Zeus child, and mad at Zeus himself, how could that situation end well? "You allow for him to be brought back, to this stupid Roman camp, and you tell me nothing! You could've whispered something in my ear, given me a dream, it would've taken less than a minute of your eternal life! But no, of course not. I'm not important enough. I'm just one of your children!" She was hissing, and it wasn't pretty, and she knew she was messing with the wrong person - the king of the gods wasn't someone she wanted to piss off, but the rational side of her mind was gone and she knew she might end up paying for it. Then again, these realizations were dim and she was uncaring. "So tell me, Dad, what are you going to say? You won't apologize, because it doesn't matter. You won't say you regret it, because you don't. So what happens now?" Her tone was sickeningly playful, and there was a sarcastic smirk across her face that she knew that even Luke would be proud of. Thalia knew that Zeus didn't have to say here, listen to her, but he would. After all, how would he let his demigod of an illegitimate daughter own him in an argument?

TAGGED ?! zeus
WORD COUNT ?! fifteen fourty two
MUSE ?! everywhere
NOTES ?! none~
CREDITS ?! credit to OH HAI BBY! of caution two point oh for the graphics. credit to the fray with their amazing song you found me for the lyrics.

[lord zeus]

Her voice was more bitter than any basilisk's venom and the great sky lord for once found himself speechless with his mouth rendered useless, flapping occasionally in attempt to justify his actions which he knew in his heart he couldn't explain. Not now. Not until his oath was unbinding. He furrowed his brow listening without objection as she so delicately pointed out all his wrongdoings with women over the years, with Ms. Grace bringing him to the conclusion that she truly believed that Zeus left her for reasons that were selfish. It is known as a fact that he was and always has been impulsive, selfish and negligent but never would he be so low to carelessly impregnate a mortal twice without care for her. Zeus had fallen in love with her twice and each time was as passionate and as soulful as the sweetest love sonnet and she would dare to accuse him of such a heartless manouvre! His fists clenched dangerously as he resisted temptation to strike her down as he would have done with any mortal other than his own child. He managed to hold his temper just enough for her to complete her damning sentence.

"My mother could burn in Hades for all eternity and I wouldn't mind, not one bit."

At that moment he felt to sympathy for the child before him. His eyes turned from cloudy blue to a dangerous ashen grey with flickers of blue lightning in under three seconds, all hope of a cool demeanor dissapeared to reveal a figure that would be fitting of his father if he were not in control enough to keep himself to a mortal vessel. The clouds above them shattered and returned with a blackened vengence, unable to the naked eyes to differentiate them from a starless night sky. "DO NOT TEST ME CHILD! YOU THINK I CAME HERE TO LISTEN TO YOU SLANDER YOUR MOTHER? I WOULD RATHER WATCH THIS WORLD BURN A THOUSAND TIMES THAN HEAR THAT FROM YOU - YOU HAVE WALLOWED IN YOUR SELF PITY FOR FAR TOO LONG. YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOUR MOTHER, WHAT I HAVE SACRIFICED IN ORDER FOR YOU TO EXIST! DO YOU THINK I ENJOY WATCHING MY CHILDREN DIE? IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK?" His thunderous voice lowered an octave until is was but a vicious growl. "... my wife is many things, she is difficult at the best of times and has many flaws but I love her, like I loved your mother. I thought you who's mind is so torn between your commitments and your lover would understand." Those deathly eyes stared ruthlessly into her. If he so desired, he could strike her where she stood... end the life of this creature with eyes like the sky and soft, unruley hair so much like...

"Do not test me..." Reduced to a mere whisper the clouds gathered with confusion, a mess of grey, white and black battling amongst one another as the Gods moods fluctuated and eventually settled on a hazy grey with a lingering mist which settled a few inches from the ground. He marched towards the Apollo temple and rested a hot palm against the wall feeling Apollo's influence pinching playfully against his skin. Apollo himself was born a demi-god as was Artemis but at the time when the Gods powers were at their best the children with the most gifts would often be born a God. Maybe if this was the case today Thalia may have been born into Olympus and they would have more time. The life of a mortal was short and sweet... but in Thalia's case, Artemis had blessed her with that time at a high price. "... Many times I have tried but you were too stubborn to listen. The more I tried the harder it was for me to conceal you... but still she found you, found Jason. Not found, was called I was so angry with my wife and with your mother." His nails pierced the golden plates with ease. The anger bubbling beneath the surface in wait. After a long pause in which none of them said nothing he turned to look at her once more, she mentioned the Hermes child. Another things she had falsely accused him of. His hand dropped to one of the clean golden panels. He proceeded to gouge three large striped from the hard metal then gazed longingly at his hands.

"What would you have me do child? If you desire I will have that child sent to the fields of punishment for all eternity to repent for his desire to walk amongst you again? I could do that you know if it would make you happy." The ground beneath their feet rumbled in grumpy protest as Hades uttered his distaste through the earth. Ignoring the tremor Zeus appeared before his daughter again and leaned in close with a look of desperation and a hint of crazy in his icy blues. "Would that make you happy Thalia?"

In those moments he could remember the day that he had met Ms. Grace, she was wearing a denim suit with fluffy blonde rock-chick hair her eyes a mix of curiosity and danger. Next he invisioned the two of them together doing things that Thalia would never experience as a Huntress, a toddler Thalia with spikey black hair falling into her mother's embrace on a trip to the park... then, a terrified Ms. Grace clutching a swollen belly pleading with him to dethrone his wife and take her who had given him two healthy children in place of that woman, the look of betrayal in her eyes as he went to put his suspicious wife's mind at ease back on Olympus only to return and find his son missing and his lover spiteful and unwilling to give him answers. Unable to aid his growing daughter or find his missing son he returned to his wife's side but his children were never far from his mind. [i]"Would that make you happy Isabelle?"

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[thalia grace]

EARLY MORNING CITY BREAKS I'VE BEEN CALLING FOR YEARS AND YEARS AND YOU NEVER LEFT ME
NO MESSAGES YOU NEVER SENT ME NO LETTERS YOU'VE GOT SOME

She should've been scared. Thalia should've been so scared that she didn't know what to do with herself. She should've cowered, bowed down against the forces of a god, but maybe it was because she was incapable of doing what was best for herself. Maybe it was because she didn't know that her forcing him farther and farther only meant more harshness she received and really, getting a god angry wasn't exactly the smartest thing for a demigod to do. They always paid for it. But Thalia was oh so more than willing. Maybe she was masochistic - with a life like hers' was that so hard to believe? - but stupidity and masochism were two totally different things and what she was doing at the moment was just plain stupid. He was Zeus, King of the Gods, and she was enjoying the rise that she got out of him in the worst way. Her, little Thalia, had gotten him to lose his temper, to turn away, to scream at her, to make the clouds roll and a storm brew and her adrenaline was pumping because he needed to be just as mad as she was because she'd been holding it in for a long time and damnit he deserved to feel just as bad as she did most of the time, god or not. Maybe she needed to see him just as in pain as she was because he deserved it even more than she did - he was sort of the cause of her pain, he was her father, right? Without him, she couldn't have been born. Without him, she would've never became a tree. Damnit, he started and ended her suffering, and the circle shouldn't have involved one person so much! It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair that he had so much and so little control over her life - but that was a dim thought in the back of her mind, because with him standing right in front of her, she couldn't help but blame him for everything, even if it wasn't his fault and he had nothing to do with it. He was a god, right? Weren't they all powerful? Wasn't that what he said, what he preached out to get people intimidated, to get demigods to have fearful respect? It didn't work on her - it was a block of melting ice, and the puddle on the ground amused her more than the crumbling ruin as the chips fell.

"What did she ever do for me?" Thalia hissed darkly. "All she ever did right was give me Jason! She drank, she brought home all types of men, did you know where I was? I was right there, sitting as she drank and smoked and did whatever else I don't even want to mention, because she didn't know how to be a proper parent! You might have loved her, might still love her, but she didn't deserve anything positive from me. Running away was the best thing I could ever do, and even then, she continued. She'd lost you, she'd lost Jason, she'd lost me - so she died. And I doubt it was an 'acciddent', either. She probably died of a broken heart, because of you, because of me, and because of Hera - Jason was the only one that didn't directly contribute, and in his place was your wife on her peacock-feather throne in all her glory!" Each word could've been a bullet for all she knew. She knew this was stupid, she knew she was being reckless, and she knew she was pushing every button that she could find on someone she barely knew. Maybe it was because they were so similar - but he hadn't thrown any blows to her yet. He threatened, he yelled - he was a god, he had a Master Bolt, maybe he was full of hot air - she didn't know how to describe it, but she had a feeling that if she insulted Isabelle any more, she would be even worse off than she was now. How could she not, though? The actress had never been a mother, she'd had children but it was because of her own lack of caring, her carelessness with her own body and her love for a man that couldn't stay and couldn't be there for her, that had ended her up with Thalia, and later Jason. Thalia bet that the woman had never thought about children, and had never even put them into her plans. Of course, she wouldn't get rid of them. Oh no, not when they looked just like their father. How could she let go of the only piece of him she had left? That was probably why she had sobbed over Jason - she hadn't cared about him one bit, she'd cared about his eyes, the eyes that matched the man he'd been born to. She was seeing this now, but it was pushed to the back of her mind with everything else, stored until she could pour over the information until her brain went numb and she couldn't feel anything else but a sickening, painful satisfaction that she shouldn't have been able to feel about a dead family member that she'd never consider family.

"I'm too stubborn?" Now she was the one who was whispering. "Have you looked in the mirror lately? As much as I'm disgusted to say this, I'm your child. My mother always said how much I was like you, how much I reminded her of you. Then she'd throw her glass at me, sometimes still full of liquor. What a woman." She was sickened at the memories, she didn't want to think about them and she knew she shouldn't but they were being forced into the front of her mind and she couldn't stop them, not even when she tried. It was this kind of thing that drove her crazy, her lack of control, her lack of power, and this was over herself. Her mind wasn't responding to her own attempts to control it because she was too angry to think straight never mind force a proper train of thought. She was too focused on getting somewhere, but she didn't know where this somewhere was and she wanted to know how to just shortcut it because this exhausted her but at the same time, she wouldn't deny the rush, the adrenaline dragging through her veins and making her heart beat faster than it should be. It was the very same rush that made her eyes bright and dark at the same time, like broken shards of a stained glass mirror. Thalia would never be broken - she had too much tape keeping her together for her to fall to pieces, because she'd patched herself together when she hadn't had the time to think over it and really, that had been the best thing. She wasn't someone that could heal - she had too much, from too many people, from different sources and topics and different darts and words and teeth and claws and there was only so much that a person could take before they became numb to everything that came their way. Thalia had thought that she'd gotten there a long time ago, but she'd learned differently when Jason had been returned to her. She learned differently when Luke had also been returned to her. And she thought that this was the most intense lesson, but she'd learned it now, when she was so angry that her breathing was shallow and her throat was raw because she was speaking with emotion that she didn't know she could feel anymore, or she'd pushed that knowledge so far back that experiencing it now was like a stab wound, and it burned worse than anything she could think of.

When the ground rumbled beneath her feet, it was then that the words that Zeus had spoken registered in her mind. "No!" It was a strangled cry, something that fought through way too much to make it's way to the surface. What was he trying to do? Was he trying to make her realize that he was totally serious? She knew, oh she knew more than he thought she did. She knew she had something coming to her, and she was waiting waiting waiting but she hadn't known that he wouldn't target her directly. "Don't touch him! Don't even think of it!" Now she was commanding a god, what did she think she was doing, did she think it would work? She didn't know what she thought anymore, thoughts swimming together violently in a nonsensical manner that she couldn't part, to get some type of logic into the process. Then again, why would she need logic when Zeus didn't need logic, either? They weren't on the same level, they never would be, and she needed to get that through her skull. But she knew it wouldn't pass through her head because she knew ... she knew something damnit. She wasn't some stupid, fifteen year old innocent little girl that thought that she could get somewhere with a smile and a "please?". She knew that she had to work to get where she wanted to be and she knew that was what Zeus had come down to tell her and she knew that she was the one that had gotten them to this point and she knew she made herself as angry as Zeus made her, maybe even angrier. It was then that the terminology that the god had used passed through her mind and made sense but it didn't make sense at the same time. Lover? "I don't love Luke." It didn't sound convincing, even to her own ears. But she didn't, right? She was a Hunter of Artemis, eternal maiden and all the other titles that followed with the word 'Hunter'. So how could she love Luke when she couldn't love any boy? She couldn't. Her father was wrong. Then again, this wouldn't be the first time he was wrong, would it? That was true - he was as blind as any god, and really, the gods were more blind than the mortals who couldn't see through the mist sometimes. Stick an idea in their minds, and it would never leave. She shook her head vigorously when he asked if that would make her happy. If her ragged breath was anything to go by, and the lump in her throat, and the burning in her eyes, damnit she couldn't do this, she wouldn't do this. She held back those stupid tears with everything she had in her, but it wasn't working, and the burning got worse, and then she just stopped trying.

TAGGED ?! zeus
WORD COUNT ?! eighteen fifty three
MUSE ?! everywhere
NOTES ?! none~
CREDITS ?! credit to OH HAI BBY! of caution two point oh for the graphics. credit to the fray with their amazing song you found me for the lyrics.

[lord zeus]

Perhaps his demostration was too much for the young demi. Words between them had not been pleasant to this point and he suspected there would be no mending the relationship so soon but the fact that a mortal, even his own child had caused him to act this way caused him deep regret. Before her there was always a chance at repent, with Heracles they mended their differences and fought alonside one another like champions, Perseus had battled with his fate and called upon him many times with haughty arrogance all of his children seemed to demonsrate - was this the difference? Was having a daughter such a terrible thing? No, not terrible. He was unaccustomed to councilling female children whom in this day and age were much more passionate than their earlier sisters. Hah, it was only now he could admit he was at fault for finding such weak women to copulate with that his nature was able to dominate their offspring. Not one child to date had ever welcomed their birth but none had ever truly hated it with all their being. It was unfathomable that Thalia would be that 1% with all she had to live for. The rumble at their feet subsided to a mere groan that was barely audable, his brother was not known as a patient man and the forcible calling had obviously upset him but rather to upset the Lord of the Underworld than a daughter filled with angst. "She gave you and Jason life. A chance to make your way in the world... granted she made the wrong choices, if I had known this was how it was to be then I would never have acted the way I did but it has been done and I will never regret having you βασίλεια" [ as a side not; that means 'princess' ]

He considered telling her of how her mother's death came to be, to try to justify it in some way but again he could not in a way mortals never seemed to understand. Yes, he was the King of Gods and made rules up as he saw fit but there were certain rules which had to be followed even by him, laws that would effect not only her world but the world around them. Divine intervention never turned out so well - ask any Oracle that hence why he was so reluctant to involve himself now (That and his simple mind not willing to forgive and forget...) at a time that was so important for her to embrace her fate - whichever one it may be. He found himself chuckling lightheartedly at her admittance that she was more like him than she realized... it was such a shame that her voice was so dark when she said them but alas, she said it and that was that. He wished that she would call out to him in the way that she called out for her friend to be spared. He should of course put it to rest but to be honest, Zeus is a bit of an asshole and nothing cheers him up like watching others squirm under their own truths like he was many, many, many times. Knowing it would strengthen his hold over her he considered taking Luke on a little trip to get her motivated but something very similar to a headache growled in his head that if he should try it, he would be in trouble with a daughter of his and of course it would damage their already close relationship. Risking impending doom, he reached a hand out to her and brushed back the wild tangle of her hair barely touching her skin, the static from his fingers begging for release. Hmph, he expected nothing less of his immortal daughter.

Dropping his hand his clothes shimmered with a foreign warmth the cloudy grey was not usually accompanied . Her head was low but his senses were partularly sensitive to water thefore the tears she shed did not go unnoticed. They were never unnoticed... every time she cried out to him when they went without food, every time she fell and had only herself to know the pain, the tears she will shed in the future for that boy. The tears she had shed for him. He admired her for it really, it was something he would never really experience. He envied the tears she shed for closure. "You know if I were to spare the Hermes child I would be at a disadantage with my elder brother but I can do this much at least." This wasn't exactly a lie but if any troubles were to arise in which Hades would gain from exploiting his daughter's wish were to arise then things would get troublesome. He didn't mind really, anything to stir a bit of rivalry between the siblings certainly brightenes up his usual activities but if sparing this child was to affect the prophesy in any way he would have to reconsider at the price of this fragile relationship. He offered a weak smile and tugged at his sparky cuff link which morphed instantly into a feathered quill which resebled a large eagle feather - a classic in his eye. He held it out to her, the quill vibrating gently in his palm. "Artemis was never a fan of modern Greece, had this been a little ball point pen rather than a quill she might grudge you for having it. It is reliable but tempered, like it's bearer but it will fare you well in this Rome." He grinned as if sharing with her a particularly funny joke. If she was wise she would take the gift and learn - learn something other than silly hunting games. There was no room for negociation.

What it did on the other hand she would have to figure out.

[[ Now, I don't wanna god-mode LOL in any way so I'm leaving it up to you to decide what happens with it. I was thinking that maybe when she writes with it, she is actually writing to Zeus. MAKE HER WRITE A DIARY! haha, that is too cruel. Something like that? Oh, and the feather is maybe from the Jupiter Legions eagle? *shrug* went away long enough. Up to you doll! ]]