((heheh okay it's Alma time))
*Ganymede had been pulled away from Zeus's side by Athena, who said she needed to privately chat with him. Then when she was done Ganymede, with a fresh bruise on his cheek, had slunk off to his quarters. That had been about 30 minutes ago*
*Athena had found out about Alma, his...son of sorts. And now she was going after him, he had tried to reach out to warn him, but he reached too far. Now he was in a van in Utah, and Alma was in the palace.*
*Alma, as he always did when Ganymede took his body, passed out right in his van. Thank the gods he had learned to park it when this started happening. This time it was...clearer than normal.*
*He could make out more details and could feel things more clearly. He knew where he was, that horrible place he 'dreamed' about every night. Alma figured it was some kind of lucid dream, because about 10 'dreams' ago he had hatched a plan. He stashed a hairbrush under the bed, and the next dream it was still there!*
*So, unbeknownst to Ganymede, every time Alma was there in his stead he had worked on sharpening the brush's handle. Alma knew the man, the touchy, cruel, gross man he kept dreaming about, would be coming soon. So he grabbed his weapon from under the bed, hid it behind his back, and waited.*
*Zeus had been having his own heated argument with Hera, who was between a foot to several feet taller than him at any point. His hoof steps sounded like thunderclaps against the polished marble floors of Olympus. The scar on his chest, above his heart, pulsed bright and fast beneath the fabric of his white and gold toga. His tail lashing violently as he walked into the chamber.*
*The ichor eyes were almost blindingly bright. His breaths heavy and angry, muscles tensed and coiled as if ready to take it out on the marble around them. It wasn’t until his golden pupil took in the sight of who he saw as Ganymede, his cupbearer. With a rumbling, almost like softly rolling thunder, growl, he asked with a tense calmness,* “What did my dearest daughter want with you, Ganymede? I trust there was something of importance for her to do such a thing.”
*With great ease, the fourteen foot tall individual picked who he thought to be Ganymede up with great ease. It was like he was nothing more than a grain of sand in weight. With a more demanding tone, he snarled darkly,* “And do not lie to me, little Aquarius. Not even my own daughter can fool me into a pretty little lie.”
