The Wave’s Wrath

Karzon Fli (Poseidon)- 22 - Student

[luckyhermes]

wrestless-waves​:

He threw his head back and groaned, “Don’t tell me you’re apart of that weird ass cult too? They keep trying to convince me I’m a god, ah-uh- Zeus or someone like that.” He hung his arms around Hermes shoulder and propped his chin on top of the other’s head, “Are you, what, like, Dionysus or something? You alcoholic.” Finally, his Mythology class was paying off.

hermes couldn’t help but snort. “let me guess, someone is trying to say you’re posedion? what’s so wrong with being compared to a god?” he asked curiously, his head tilting up as the other’s arms hung off his shoulders. “not quite. but i am hermes. guess that still makes me a drunk.”

[wrestless-waves]

“Shit, yeah, that’s right, Poseidon.” He moved to take a seat across from his friend and tipped his head back deep in thought as though the answer would trickle down into his brain, “Nothing’s wrong with it, I guess. It’s just odd, right? I feel like it’s definitely taboo- Wouldn’t the gods be peeved to find out that they were being compared to two mortals? Especially to one that doesn’t have his shit together- The other one is hot so maybe Poseidon would be okay with that?” He sneered, “So what brought on this wonderful idea of chugging a bottle of bad decisions?”

[mountebanks]

poseidon !

Karzon wasn’t fond of the water, whether that be a pool, a lake, or the ocean. It was the unknown- open water was treacherous and his fate was left up to chance and his ability to flail his arms. He couldn’t swim. But despite that, the water called to him, singing a familiar song where the lyrics were on the tip of his tongue but he just couldn’t spit them out. So he watched at a distance, not admiring it- no- he couldn’t admire something he hated, but cursing it for keeping secrets.

He heard someone call out to him, again familiar, what it brought wasn’t quite comfort but safety, like the secrets of the lake could t hurt him any longer. But when he turned his head expecting to see a long lost friend all he saw was a stranger, and the smile that found itself bubbling up fell and shattered. “No,” he managed a strained laugh, “Don’t like the water. Never have.”

there was no real recognition in his eyes, & she almost fell short, stopped walking. poseidon had to remember her. how could he not ? how could he ? he was her best friend. she needed her — she stopped the thought in its tracks, drawing herself up, head held high. zeus didn’t need anyone. she never had. she couldn’t. she gave a thin smile in return, & didn’t think about how it should have been a grin.

“neither have i, i don’t like being penned in. my brother loved it, though.” you did. you do. you love it.

[wrestless-waves]

He watched her, carefully, scrutinizing every minute detail to find the flaw that would reinforce the opinion that he didn’t know her- he couldn’t, he’d never seen her before. But he was too familiar with her body language and the almost expertly concealed pause of denial, she was upset maybe even in pain and she was trying to hide it from him and herself. Perhaps it was because he’s a stranger, or maybe it was something more, “A family of taste I see. I can’t swim, it’s like the water grabs on to me and threatens to pull me under and I’m afraid to see where it will take me.” A beat as he dissected her further, his gaze much more firm than Poseidon’s could ever be “Why are you upset? Did you mistake me for someone else?”

[love-and-eros]

wrestless-waves​:

There wasn’t much that embarrassed Karzon anymore and this was no different. He held no shred of pride for himself when he walked into the doctor’s office- late into the night- cradling his arm as the bruise on his face turned a nasty shade of purple. The nurse sitting behind the desk didn’t even bother to ask what happened, they just sighed and led him to the only doctor left in the office.

He knew she was talking to him, he could see her mouth moving, he could register the words but he had no idea what she was saying, “I got kicked by a horse.” He assumed it would be easier for both of them if he just admitted to his stupid mistake, “And I would do it again. If she didn’t want to be pet she shouldn’t have come up to me. I touch everything that comes up to me. I’ll pet you too!”

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His blunt statement made her pause. “A horse?” She was once an ob-gyn–she’s seen weird things before. And yet, this story had to be somewhere up there on her list of crazy. “Where is there a stable in the city?” Had he come from outside Athens? And if so, why come to this clinic? She blinked several times and tried to put her professional mask back on. “Don’t pet me. You have to ask very nicely before I let you do that. But first, sit. You likely have a concussion.” She pulled out a light to check the dilation of his pupils. “Do you know you name? What day is it today?”

[wrestless-waves]

“No.” He shook his head and almost tipped over while doing so, “I had a hankering to be in the presence of a horse so I took a- what do you mortals call it- an Oomer to the nearest stable. Oddly enough, it was the same Oomer driver who took me here after the stable nymph shoved me into a car and told them to ‘drive, drive as far away as possible.’” He tried to pull away from the light, scowling at it like it had personally offended him, “Of course I do, it’s hard to forget. Do you not remember, Young Eros? Good thing I’m the nice brother who won’t smite you for forgetting my name, too much work and not enough gods to just waste them. Name- right- Poseidon god of the sea, the earth shakes at the sound of my name and the sky screams, or something like that- Do you know where my sister is? I’m sure she needs me, she can’t do anything on her own even though she pretends like she’s capable.”

[thehoundof]

wrestless-waves​:

Karzon didn’t go to clubs- especially not this one- he wasn’t fond of the way people would ram into him and call it ‘dancing’. He swore that the second it hit midnight all decent human beings disappeared and were replaced by hell things that spawned from this very club. The little scuffle he just witnessed only strengthened that opinion.

He raised an eyebrow as the crowd that gathered around the petty criminal scattered when the bouncer questioned there motives but the eyebrow fell into a scowl when he realized that he was the only one left to answer, “Nope. Just passing through,” which wasn’t entirely a lie. He had left the safety of his dorm to waddle around the city trying to find a snack to satisfy his late night cravings, and it was only human to be drawn towards a fight where a man was being beaten to a pulp, “Rough night? Wanna treat?” He rummaged in his stuffed mini mart bag and pulled out a box of sour patch kids, pressing it into her hands.

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        Cerberus could have seen the offer of food as a condescending sort of notion, especially if Poseidon actually remembered who he was, but rather when the dark haired male offered her the foreign candy she observed the brightly coloured packaging and seemed to soften. Food was probably one of the few mortal delights that she found there was and whatever he’d handed her she’d never seen before, not simply because of knowing who she truly wa sbut also because the candies were not common to Athens. “What are they?” she asked, tearing them open, her victim entirely forgotten in favour of food. 

[wrestless-waves]

“Sour Patch Kids? Right-“ he nodded his head like he was endowed with some sort of cosmic knowledge, “You don’t have them here- that’s why they were so hard to find!” He slapped a hand against his forehead and made a mental note to order a bulk package on Amazon, “They’re an American candy but they had them in London. Don’t get addicted to them though, cause I won’t be your dealer…unless it’s for a good price, then I’ll consider it.”

He took a seat on the edge of the sidewalk, eyeing the bloodstain left from the fight with disgust. Carefully he took out each and every package of candy that was stuffed in the little plastic bag and lined them up next to him, “I have skittles, starburst, MnM’s, snickers- Come, join me.” He patted the space next to him.

[hades-returns]

closed starter for @wrestless-waves​

Hades wasn’t quite in the mood for a family reunion, but he’d heard that Poseidon was without his memories and was foolishly curious as how the curse had left his mighty brother. He’d finally found his location, by a lake near the edge of the city, and Hades was making his way towards the man with little idea on what he would say. As he approached, his eyes landed on his brothers form but there was no recognition in the others eyes. ‘Are you Karzon?’

[wrestless-waves]

He didn’t like the water, he really didn’t, but he found himself being drawn in by the waves crashing against his feet. He dreamed about the heavy feeling of water pressing against his chest and filling his lungs, and when he opened his mouth to scream the vast nothingness swallowed the sound.

He was caught dipping the tips of his fingers into the lake by the stranger that approached him. Tall, broad, and honestly, scary. “Yeaaaah?” Karzon took a step back and then another, arms crossed against his chest to protect him from…whatever this odd man may do, he looked unpredictable, “Gods, don’t tell me, you’re a part of that cult too? I already told your leader I’m not interested in joining, now fuck off I’m busy.”

[mountebanks]

closed for poseidon / @wrestless-waves​​ !

it was supposed to be an easy few hours, supporting one of his undergrad friends by watching their debut night as a college actor. instead, amphitrite found himself sitting in the audience with a knot in his throat — oblivious to the ongoing story, gaze helplessly fixed on him. poseidon. it had been so long. he hadn’t thought he’d see him again, & … he could not chalk up the change in his husband’s demeanor to acting. he couldn’t.

he didn’t want to speak with a poseidon who didn’t know him, knew he wouldn’t be able to bear it, but he had no choice. staying away was an impossibility, tugging futilely at an anchor tying him to home. he approached after the performance was over, once he’d congratulated his friend enough to tide them over for a time. a flicker of a smile was all that he could manage, a flash of warmth counter to the hollowness in his gut. “you’re a skilled actor,” he complimented carefully, although he could not name a single point of the plot. “stunning work up there tonight.”

[wrestless-waves]

During those few fleeting moments on stage, when he was connected heart and soul with the crowd, he felt truly free. When pretending to be someone new wasn’t to hide the memories he tried desperately to keep forgotten, to forget the feeling of never being enough for those who were supposed to love him unconditionally. Each time he played a new character he would pull a little of them into himself- their humor, their intelligence, their attitude- until he was finally the man he wanted to be. But it was no longer acting, there was no calm left in his ocean but instead a whirlpool of powerful emotions that made him king. Such a pity he didn’t remember.

He planted himself in the middle of the crowd, his demeanor beckoning anyone and everyone to come give him praise. But it wasn’t that he begged for it, no, he thought he deserved it and he was prepared to pluck that sweet ambrosia from their lips. He was slow to turn toward’s the other’s voice- such a godly display of dramatics- and although he puffed out his chest the smile on his face quickly dropped and his sharp gaze went hazy. A kiss, a wedding, a life time of love, then gone. “Thank you-thank you,” he shook the remaining haze from his head and put on a keen smirk, “I’m glad I didn’t pick you out from the crowd or I would have completely lost myself. You’re gorgeous but I’m sure you get that from everyone. The name’s Karzon and it is more than a pleasure to meet you.”

[love-and-eros]

@wrestless-waves​

Dr. Amalia Osorio leaned back in her chair, drawing crude doodles in her notebook as she counted the minutes to the end of her shift. Only thirty seven more and then she could go to the bar and drink away the day like a normal person. She was starting to put detail to a dick pic that she was drawing when the door opened and one of the nurses, Katerina, opened the door. “We got one more.” Sighing heavily, she closed her notebook and pocketed it into her doctor’s coat. Amalia nodded to the nurse and a few minutes passed before the young man stepped into her office. “Hello, I’m Dr. Osorio. How can I help you today?”

[wrestless-waves]

There wasn’t much that embarrassed Karzon anymore and this was no different. He held no shred of pride for himself when he walked into the doctor’s office- late into the night- cradling his arm as the bruise on his face turned a nasty shade of purple. The nurse sitting behind the desk didn’t even bother to ask what happened, they just sighed and led him to the only doctor left in the office.

He knew she was talking to him, he could see her mouth moving, he could register the words but he had no idea what she was saying, “I got kicked by a horse.” He assumed it would be easier for both of them if he just admitted to his stupid mistake, “And I would do it again. If she didn’t want to be pet she shouldn’t have come up to me. I touch everything that comes up to me. I’ll pet you too!”

[luckyhermes]

wrestless-waves​:

Karzon paused, pursed his lips and snorted- the audacity! “Are you so hungover that you think you’re a god? Far from it asshat, you have absolutely no divinity in you.”

hermes couldn’t help his eye roll. “you’re only making it worse, pose…karzon. or whatever the fuck you go by now. couldn’t you have picked a less complicated name like kevin or some shit? you look like a kevin.”

[wrestless-waves]

He threw his head back and groaned, “Don’t tell me you’re apart of that weird ass cult too? They keep trying to convince me I’m a god, ah-uh- Zeus or someone like that.” He hung his arms around Hermes shoulder and propped his chin on top of the other’s head, “Are you, what, like, Dionysus or something? You alcoholic.” Finally, his Mythology class was paying off.

[luckyhermes]

wrestless-waves​:

Karzon couldn’t help but laugh as he slapped a hand against the other’s back, “Too much to drink last night? Told ya a bottle of tequila would fuck you up.”

hermes huffed as the hand slapped at his back. “i used to be able to drink that and be fine. i hate being mortal.”

[wrestless-waves]

Karzon paused, pursed his lips and snorted- the audacity! “Are you so hungover that you think you’re a god? Far from it asshat, you have absolutely no divinity in you.”

[thehoundof]

I Need A Gangster || Ceberus&Open

         Cerberus’ fist collided with a man’s face outside of Hades club. From the wet stains on his knees she had obviously dragged him out of the place and was now keeping him on the cobbled sidewalk to work over. It wasn’t exactly good for business for her to be doing this but this wasn’t a work issue, this was an idiot guy who thought he could be grabbing people’s wallets in the club - obviously unaware of the kind of person who owned it. “you don’t fucking come back here,” Cerberus said, knocking him in the face again and feeling blood on her knuckles from the mortal bones in his face caving in. 

          Only when he collapsed to the ground did Cerberus look up, catching a collective of people looking at her, some waiting to get in and other’s passing by. “Do you want something? Got an opinion?” she asked to no specific person.

[wrestless-waves]

Karzon didn’t go to clubs- especially not this one- he wasn’t fond of the way people would ram into him and call it ‘dancing’. He swore that the second it hit midnight all decent human beings disappeared and were replaced by hell things that spawned from this very club. The little scuffle he just witnessed only strengthened that opinion.

He raised an eyebrow as the crowd that gathered around the petty criminal scattered when the bouncer questioned there motives but the eyebrow fell into a scowl when he realized that he was the only one left to answer, “Nope. Just passing through,” which wasn’t entirely a lie. He had left the safety of his dorm to waddle around the city trying to find a snack to satisfy his late night cravings, and it was only human to be drawn towards a fight where a man was being beaten to a pulp, “Rough night? Wanna treat?” He rummaged in his stuffed mini mart bag and pulled out a box of sour patch kids, pressing it into her hands.

[wrestless-waves]

Task 2

Poseidon-…Karzon woke up in a tiny room in an even tinier apartment to an alarm blaring some 2000’s pop song that he barely recognized. He struggled to snooze the incessant gabbing yet he couldn’t fall back asleep, to overwhelmed by the feeling that he was forgetting something, that something wasn’t quite right. He woke up to his first day of senior year in a new school and in a new body that felt every ounce of pain no matter how minuscule. He locked away the deep rooted feeling of loneliness that kept bubbling up, there were too many things to worry about and he just couldn’t focus on why he felt like he didn’t belong in his own kitchen making breakfast for his own aunt.

School wasn’t any easier, kids were mean and he was an easy target. With no one to take the spotlight off him he was quick to learn that giving in to what bullies want ended up with him bruised and crying alone in a bathroom stall. But he was even quicker to adapt- no, evolve. He spat fire and when he demanded respect the heavens fell to it’s knees.

He became addicted to the taste of power, sweet ambrosia, spending five years climbing to the top so he could watch and laugh at everyone who ever doubted him perish beneath his feet. That feeling that he had lost a part of him was long forgotten, replaced by the respect and adoration he finally received from others.

(Welcome to “Are you purposefully not remembering because you don’t want to go back to being forgotten?”)

[wrestless-waves]

What's your favorite thing about the ocean?

“The storms,” his gaze goes far away like he himself is standing within the eye of a hurricane, the waves crashing around him, “That’s when you experience the real power of the ocean. Even when lightening licks the surface it’s swallowed by the raging water. And then, even when it calms, you can’t shake the feeling that the storm will return and eat you whole.”

[wrestless-waves]

How do you spend your free time under the sea?

“I don’t get a lot of free time, there’s always some problem that needs to be solved. But when it’s a clear night and the Milky Way reflects across the water I’ll lay in the sand and watch the sky to see if I can spot a star shoot across the horizon. When Ammy is there I’ll lay my head on his chest and fall asleep listening to his heart beat- Aaaaah, I need to stop, I’m getting too embarrassed!”

[wrestless-waves]

Favorite part of the evening?

“The ambrosia and spending time with my husband, do I even need to say that though?- I personally think ambrosia is the best thing to come from the earth. When I drink it I just feel…good. Nothing feels like it’s weighing on me any more and I no longer feel… tight.”

[wrestless-waves]

Do you enjoy large events?

He sighs, letting his shoulders drop and the facade fade, “Not at all. There’s so much politics involved, even with parties! If you’re not the right amount of charismatic then you’re a pompous ass, if you talk to too many guests you’re nosy, but if you don’t talk to enough then you’re rude. The sea is easier, if you’re not meant to be there then you drown.”

[wrestless-waves]

Anyone catch your eye this evening?

He laughs to hide the anger, the absolute audacity, “Uh, my husband? I don’t cheat, not even emotionally. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, would ever pry me away from him. Even if i were to lose all my memories I would still find my way back to him.”

[wrestless-waves]

What fashion mistake would you never make?

“You can make mistakes?!”

You better bet Amphitrite dressed him for this event.