Something within her shivered in delight; imposing your will on another could take several forms, and causing reactions was Hera’s preferred one. His clenched fist and growing irritation were not lost to Hera–most of her attention was focused on Him, though she was not ignorant to their surroundings either. What she was ignorant of: this god’s identity outside of His (assumed) connection to her father. Hera had no idea who His parents were, who His siblings might have been, what powers He possessed–! Perhaps it would be best if she did not antagonize Him, but…
She didn’t have the habit of doing only that which was best for her. Life would be unbearably dull if she did.
Hera hummed low in her throat, still with that little smile of hers that was sure to have annoyed Him by now. “Not all who trip, fall,” she countered. The queen had no preconceptions as to His intelligence–only a fool pretended to know without having reason to–and so her intention had never been to trick Him. Just… test His conversational dexterity. This one wasn’t impossibly dull, but he was terribly blunt.
Ah, well. At least He reacts.
“And not all wishes are meant to be granted.” Did her mother not beg her father for mercy? Did her mother not wish for their freedom without the need for war?
“You are quite right, however: I cannot be made to do what I do not wish to do. But perhaps–and this is just a thought–if you trulywish to know, you could…” She bit her lip as she fought this particular phrasing in her mind. “You could, maybe, convince me that I wish differently.”
He felt for a moment that she was having a conversation with herself. She continued to speak without his own voice to urge her own. He wondered if he didn't speak, how long she would go on. A small voice in the back of his mind begged him to not give it a try ---- she could probably go on for the remainder of his punishment. And wasn't being chained to Tartarus enough?
If Zeus was clever enough, perhaps he could have locked Menoetius or one of his brothers with the woman --- her constant talking would be enough to make any realize their wrongdoings.
Ideas .... ----- so many ideas came into his mind. His go-to of his many talents he could use. The appearing of anger in the mind of where it was not. The increased rage, it was enough for some to voice things they hadn't previously wanted.
But would it be satisfying enough for him? To hear that voice shout at him? It wouldn't be tthe first or last - at least he hoped - but he didn't want to waste his given gifts on something such as that.
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