Assassin's Tango | Hera & Zeus
Le song (for mood and background purposes)
The moment the music he’d requested started to play, Zeus strode over to the table his wife was seated at. Delicately taking hold of the hand in which she held her champagne glass, he picked up the bottle of champagne and filled her glass with expertise. “Madame,” he said, as he began to re-enact a particular scene from the Mr & Mrs Smith movie. “Thought of a number of lines for this moment.” Letting go of her hand he took two steps forward so he’d be able to face her with a tight-lipped smile. “Thought I’d just drop in; ‘Hey doll, thanks for giving me the shaft.’”
Actually not knowing whether or not Hera would understand what was going on or what he was trying to do, Zeus didn’t stop his little performance however. Instead the god’s eyebrows raised themselves lightly as he looked down at his wife. His gaze and stance being the perfect mixture of cold, mocking, distant, distrusting but still in a way loving. Just like the personage of Mr. Smith was when he was still trying to get to terms with everything. “Can I sit?” Gesturing lightly over to the free seat at their table Zeus didn’t wait for her reply and would still sit down even though her answer would be a negative one. Strong gaze resting on his wife Zeus dramatically picked up the napkin and flicked it open. Bringing it down to his lap he covered the fake gun he had brought with him tonight.
His gaze travelling over her features for a couple of seconds longer, his expression being a harsh one still, Zeus then spoke, “We have an unusual problem here.” Licking his lips briefly he continued bringing his lines, “You obviously want me dead and I’m less and less concerned for your well-being.” A hint of sadness crossing over his face he asked, “So what do we do?” Leaving a tiny pause Zeus continued before she was able to say anything else, “We shoot it out here? Hope for the best?”
The sadness crossing over his face once again he eyed his wife. Just like Mr. Smith Zeus had hated to fight with his wife so it wasn’t difficult for him to act his part at all. Certainly not when he now was about to try and mend their broken relationship. Something which he as well had tried to do countless of times. His gaze softening the god leaned forward so he could reach his left hand to her with his palm upward on their table. “Dance with me.”
