prxmoiros ( hades )
“ A smart king would.” he agreed and that was all he said on the subject. Nothing else was needed.
Half dead eyes do not leave their given target. What little sight he had left was not wasted on outsiders. Still, he did not need to look at her to know what kind of expression rested on her face.
“Your people have many strange customs,” He spoke finally, noting that if they ceased in conversing, she might be reclaimed by her ‘dotting’ husband.
if Hades had had his way, the littlest would have a regency. The girls had to make their own way, scrambling and scraping for whatever they could hold in their hands. They had learned quickly, therefore he had no need to worry for them. They were wise enough to let him know when he was needed.
Zeus had had his own trial and tribulations at Rhea’s hands. She had molded her youngest into what she had needed, and left the Moirai to decide his fate when her use of him was done. Still, she continued to indulge him far too much. His tastes exceeded himself.
Hades own experience was awareness and the survival of his comatose siblings within the confines of their father’s stomach. Despite the pain, the only other voice he had known was his father’s ramblings of paranoia, his politics, and his chaos. Hades had tried to learn what it was to be as far from kin as he could manage.
He did not know if he succeeded in the notion.
Poseidon , of course, had the least experience. coming into the world he was swallowed like the rest, and in freedom, blindly followed the orders he was given.
Of course the boy’s first taste of freedom would be chaotic.
Hades had simply thought that he would have grown out of it by now.
they treat him like a child, that much is certain, that much she can see from the time she has spent in the presence of her dear husband’s brothers. it bothers her to knowend, surely, if they allow the man to have command of his own part of the world they must see him as more than a child! they must understand the weight and responsibility they have given their childish young brother.
she does not respond to his statement. so clearly. they had little faith in him as well. they were fools, all of them. cronus had been proud and cruel, yes, but oceanus had been wise enough to rule, why dispose of him in favor of poseidon?
‘ you think us strange? ’ dark eyes shift to look at the man, ‘ what then must you see yourselves as? ’ she lets the question hang for just a fraction of the moment before continuing. ‘ yes, you are right though, we must be strange. perhaps that is why my mother’s sister leuce abandoned us, love-struck and never to return. ’
her aunt had left, and never had they heard from her again. her grandfather gave up on ever learning what had happened to her. with scores of daughters and fifty granddaughters from doris alone, how was he to search for one little lost soul.
