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Apollo » Victor W. Fitzgerald, pseud. J. Gatsby ([info]_apollo) wrote in [info]greek_swim,
@ 2009-10-14 18:38:00


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Entry tags:apollo, complete, hera

Hera/Anthea and Apollo/Victor: Epic Hatred is Epic
Who: Hera/Anthea and Apollo/Victor
What: A planned meeting
Where: At a nice little restaurant in the hotel where she's staying
When: 11:30 A.M.ish
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete/In progress

He put his Blackberry away, the time reading 11:27 A.M. as he entered the building, blue eyes glancing about, trying to see if he knew her before he saw her, if he could somehow recognize her. Would he? He'd been able to recognize the familiarity about the others he had seen thus far. He headed toward the nice little restaurant she'd described in their correspondence, and then it struck him: he hadn't even gotten her name, not her mortal name. At least, if he did, he couldn't recall it. But then, the past few days and weeks had been something of a blur.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Rookie mistake. This whole mortality thing was not his cup of tea, apparently, now that he knew better. So, he resorted to what anyone in that situation would do. No, the journal he had brought with him would be of last resort -- instead, he looked around the restaurant, casually and subtly -- or, rather, as subtly as Victor -- no, Apollo was capable of doing. He had to recognize her, just had to. He tried to think back, tried to remember. Where could she be?

He could see the scene unfold before his eyes, at the wedding, the wedding that would lead to so much woe, the wedding that would lead to the fall of mighty Troy. All over a golden apple -- a simple, golden apple, the word ΚΑΛΛΊΣΤῌ inscribed on it. Καλλίστῃ. To the fairest. The three goddesses most likely to squabble over it had argued, a haughty, vanity-fueled dispute that even his father did not want to get in the middle of. There was Aphrodite, and Athena, and then there was her. Hera. The woman who'd tried to prevent him from being born. Ox-eyed Hera, with dignity and queeliness about her...

And that just led him to another question: what, exactly, was he doing there? Why her? What had possessed him to do such a thing? He shook his head. Well, too late to back out now. Back to looking...


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[info]heraregina
2009-10-15 12:43 am UTC (link)
[ooc: It's great, not a thing needs to be changed!]

Anthea was seated at a table towards the back, over by the large glass windows that looked out onto the busy streets. She had chosen this table purposely, wanting the chance to get a look at this stranger before he spotted her. True, she had no idea what he looked like, but since there had been a since of familiarity about McKale, she half-expected to experience the same this time.

She picked up her cel lphone from where it was sitting on the table, checking the time before setting it back down and taking a sip of the ice tea she had ordered. Dark eyes flitted around the restaurant idly for a few more minutes before they became riveted on a golden-haired young man who also seemed to be looking for someone. At the immediate sight of him, she was taken aback by a sudden, and inexplicable, rush of unfiltered hatred mixed with a seething rage.

She shut her eyes briefly, trying to force this abrupt surge of unpleasant emotion to abate, struggling with it, but managing to succeed enough so that her blood wasn't running hot with it. When she opened her eyes again, it was with the intention to deliberately catch his gaze.

She must have made a fairly imposing picture sitting there; her dark hair pulled back into an elegant upsweep; her clothing as chic and expensive as the day she had met McKale; her posture absolutely regal; the manner in which she was drumming her slim fingers on the table positively imperious.

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[info]_apollo
2009-10-15 01:11 am UTC (link)
Her intention was noted. In fact, the very way she was looking at him, the waves of hatred and rage had made the light hairs on the back of his tanned neck stand up. He could feel her looking at him before he saw her.

It was her. There was no doubt about it.

She could have been one of the "bad girls" from a Bond flick, could have been the ruthless right-hand woman of a cold dictator -- hell, she could have been the oppressive dictator herself! 'Clearly, the devil wears Prada,' he thought to himself as he ventured over, her swank attire not lost on him. She looked as commanding as ever, aristocratic, elegant, lofty even.

The mortal part of him, shaped by experiences in this world, still very present, was absolutely horrified. She could well have put fear into the hearts of men. And yet, somehow, part of him welcomed it. It was a challenge, almost like a game, and he relished in it. He relished every opportunity to give her a difficult time, took every chance to send a witty rejoinder or sarcastic quip her way. She wanted to try to prevent him and his sister from being born? Well, he would be the bane of her existence. The god in him almost caused a smirk to come across his features, but he stopped himself.

Instead, he put on his best, knock-em-dead smile. He had to be nice. Or try, at least. He approached, clad in beige chinos with a navy blazer and a sky blue button-up, a picture of American business casual to her chic, formal elegance.

"Hi, are you-- 'Hera'?" he asked, in a friendly voice, one that could well have been used to greet someone he actually liked.

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[info]heraregina
2009-10-15 03:21 pm UTC (link)
It took every bit of Anthea's self-restraint to keep her tone civil as she responded, "Yes, that's what the journal says, But you can call me Anthea." She extended her left hand, her diamond wedding band still sparkling on on her ring finger (she still couldn't bring herself to take it off) and had to bite back the strange urge to order him to kiss it. She had, admittedly, always felt a sense of entitlement, but never to that extreme before. "And I don't believe you ever mentioned your name- at least not to me."

The hatred was still there, simmering beneath the surface, threatening to spill over at the slightest provocation but she was going to make every effort to be polite and gracious-she wasn't the wife of a late politician for nothing. Particularly since this man just may have some insight into the answers she was looking for.

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[info]_apollo
2009-10-17 12:58 am UTC (link)
"Sorry. I'm Victor, or, VWF via the journals. Pleasure to meet you, Anthea," he said, smiling a sunshine sort of smile. Of course, it was not a pleasure, but you wouldn't have known it by looking at him. It wouldn't take much, however, for it to come right out, for him to resort to his previous ways. Still, he tried to control himself.

Not that it was easy trying to put on a genuine-looking smile and trying to be friendly. Not by a long shot. It was only the thought of figuring out this puzzle that kept his urges at bay. He pulled out his journal. Yes, that helped him focus.

"Have you met any others?" he asked.

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[info]heraregina
2009-10-17 01:12 am UTC (link)
"Only McKale," she answered, crossing her legs at the slim ankles in an idle fashion and taking another sip of her drink. "Whose journal apparently reades 'Hermes,' if you weren't already aware of that. I can't recall if he directly mentioned it in an entry or not."

As she had spoken, she had kept her piercing gaze focused on Victor's face, trying to determine, as she had been unable to with McKale, just why he looked so familiar to her. Once again, she was at a loss, and it frustrated her. She had never enjoyed being left in the dark-particularly when it came to things that clearly had something significant to do with her own life.

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[info]_apollo
2009-10-17 01:52 am UTC (link)
Hermes. Hermes was there. He nodded. "Oh. Haven't met him yet," he said. "I met two others, Emberlynn and Lilith," he said. Alright, so Lilith wasn't Artemis's name, as a mortal, but he wasn't very well going to give up details like that. The fact that he didn't really know how much it was that she really knew was keeping him on his toes. He reasoned that Hebe would be fine; Hera was, after all, her mother.

"I'm actually seeing Emberlynn tomorrow. These journals are amazing," he remarked. He was fishing, trying to find out just what she knew, what he could figure out. "I just wish I knew how it all fit together."

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[info]heraregina
2009-10-17 02:38 am UTC (link)
She had nodded slightly in response to him naming the other two women, neither of whom she had had much communication with. Briefly the thought of asking what their journals happened to say crossed her mind, but she then dismissed it as a question that could be put off to later.

"I think we all want to know just how everything fits together," she responded, slim fingers absently running up and down her glass, her eyes flickering over to Victor's journal. "I was hoping you might have some answers. I'm afraid I know next to nothing myself."

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[info]_apollo
2009-10-18 02:26 am UTC (link)
Alright, that seemed fair enough. She looked like she was being honest. He tried not to think back to that trick she'd used to distract Zeus during the whole Trojan incident. The image started to swim before his eyes, and he blinked, trying to clear it away.

"Well, there are some theories going around," he said. "Nothing too certain. I mean, it's all kind of strange, isn't it? What could we all possibly have in common that would lead -- Rhea -- to give us these strange journal contraptions?" He shrugged. "The idea of it as a means of communication is novel, and that's obviously what it is, but why?" He tapped his fingers on the table. "The correlations with the dreams seem uncanny."

He thought she knew. She had to know! He cursed inwardly, blinded by his dislike and distrust. He let out a frustrated breath. Time to try a different tactic.

"Come on, Hera, I know you know," he said, for a brief moment very Delphic Apollo in his demeanor.

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[info]heraregina
2009-10-18 02:51 am UTC (link)
Something hardened in the expression on her beautiful face at this change in tone, dark eyes flashing with that special brand of indignation that only the Queen of the Gods had ever been able to perfect. The burning dislike that had flared up in her breast at the first sight of him was starting to kindle again and, with it this time, came the rapid flash of another all-too-real vision before her eyes.

"You cannot allow him to treat me with such blatant disrespect!" She was snarling at a man whose face remained in shadows, her body trembling with barely concealed rage. "Favored golden bastard or not, I am still the Queen, and I demand that you make him remember that!"

The voice that responded was the same she always heard in her nightmares, as commanding and rumbling as thunder itself, "All complaints I have heard from you, my wife, are nothing but trivial grievances. Apollo has done you no great offense and therefore owes you nothing in repentance."

When her searing gaze then flickered over to the right, it became clear that they were not alone. There, standing in the corner smirking, was Victor. No, the thought slowly dawned, Apollo.

The vision then ended as abruptly as it had come, leaving Anthea momentarily paralyzed with confusion. But she quickly managed to shake it off, although the memory of the vision still hovered at the back of her mind.

"I assure you," she finally spoke, her her voice tight, her tone terse, "I have not the slightest idea what you're talking about. Care to enlighten me?"

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[info]_apollo
2009-10-18 04:07 am UTC (link)
He watched her expression change. And somehow, deep down inside, it gave him a strange sense of satisfaction.

He smirked as he watched her, amusement in his sky-blue eyes as she snarled, conveying her dissatisfaction. He took strange delight in her shaking, in the anger in her voice.

He shook his head, trying to clear it. "Sorry, I'm seeing things," he said, very matter of fact, before his voice turned borderline cocky. "You really have no idea? I thought for sure you would have something to do with it -- why we're all here." He paused, perhaps for what he thought in his deluded mind was dramatic effect. "In this unfortunate state of mortality, stepmother. Come on, Royal Hera, of majestic mien, aerial-formed, divine, Zeus’ blessed queen, throned in the bosom of cerulean air, the race of mortals is thy constant care."

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okay, i have to take a moment to say that this thread is epic WIN
[info]heraregina
2009-10-18 04:32 am UTC (link)
"You'd find a way to blame me for every single misfortune to come your way, o Delphic one," she found herself hissing before she was even aware of the words crossing her lips. "The glorious bastard raised all-too-high to the status as heir to your callous, pretentious father's undeserved throne!"

When the impact of what she had just uttered hit her, all the color drained from her face, and she went as rigid as if she was a marble statue of herself rather than flesh and blood. It couldn't be, her common sense argued, even as her mind was starting to whirl from the truth, memory after memory crashing down upon her. It was absurd, ridiculous-but, at the same time, it would explain so much...

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I'm LOVING it! Seriously :D
[info]_apollo
2009-10-18 04:43 am UTC (link)
He leaned back, looking quite pleased with himself -- not that it took much to make him pleased with himself, so it was a look he wore frequently. The sight of the color draining from her face was enough to put him past the words she said. He tried to focus. He was there to find out what clues, if any, he could gather as to their predicament. It would not do to get into an all-out argument with her. Well, he would try not to.

He opened his mouth to voice a witty retort. Then, he stopped and took her words in. Heir. Pretentious. Undeserved throne.

"What did you say?" he asked, with a very curious look on his features. This was new. This was something he hadn't quite remembered, didn't recall, and in his enjoyment of her reaction, he'd almost looked right past it.

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Me too! The Epic Hatred is just Epic
[info]heraregina
2009-10-18 04:56 am UTC (link)
A glint of sadistic satisfaction flashed in her dark eyes, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. This wasn't even remotely Anthea any longer, this was pure Hera, and oh how she enjoyed having the upper hand.

"What?" She responded with an edge of mocking in her voice, resting her chin on the back of a slim hand as she propped one elbow up on the table, looking at him with an expression of feigned puzzlement. "You don't remember your loving father naming you his heir? Funny. Perhaps that's because, subconsciously, you realized that the honor should have moere rightfully gone to one of his legitimate children by his true and lawful wife. In that case, mortality has done wonders for you."

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Epic to the Epic Power! Hahaha -- this is oodles of fun!
[info]_apollo
2009-10-18 05:02 am UTC (link)
He was not going to let her get the upper hand. She might remember more than he did about the particular details, but he was not going down without a fight, damn it! Blue eyes narrowed slightly, he leaned back, a smirk on his face.

"Or perhaps he just knew that products of mating with a vain, temperamental woman, such as yourself, would be less than apt to rule," he said. "Or don't you remember hurling one of your own, beloved, legitimate sons over the side of Mount Olympus because he wasn't pretty enough for you?" he asked. Alright, it was a low blow. But she had tried to prevent him from being born, for Styx's sake!

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[info]heraregina
2009-10-18 05:17 am UTC (link)
She flinched a little, albeit in a barely perceptible manner, at the despicable remark. Tossing Hephaestus off of Olympus hadn't been one of her most shining moments, she grudgingly admitted, but she was the Queen of the Heavens! How was she supposed to take pride in the fact that the most homely, the sole deformed god had been borne from her own womb? It had been humiliating.

"You're the one who gave Midas the ears of an ass because he favored Pan's music over your own, and you call me temperamental and vain?" She finally retorted with a scoffing laugh. "Take a good look in the mirror before you start hurling such labels at others again, dearest stepson. Otherwise they might come back to bite you."

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[info]_apollo
2009-10-18 05:26 am UTC (link)
"Pfft. Clearly, he had no taste," he said, waving his hand dismissively. "I think he was better able to hear with those ears I gave him. What about you, loving stepmother, chasing down all those women? Does it bother you that my father blew hot, and then he blew cold? Does it bother you that he not only favored me -- at least I'm a god, for Styx's sake," he said, blasphemously, "but that he also favored the half-god, Heracles? And what about the favor he gave to Thetis, trim-ankled mother of Achilles? I can go on all day." And it was true. His father had a laundry-list of lovers he could easily go through. And that was without mentioning anything about a certain golden apple that she was snubbed.

"But I'd rather see if we can figure out how to cut this whole mortality bit short. It's kind of annoying," he added, this time without any sarcasm to his voice. "Not that exchanging insults with you isn't incredibly stimulating, because it is."

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[info]heraregina
2009-10-18 05:10 pm UTC (link)
At this cruel reminder fo her husband's infidelity, her entire body went rigid and she found herself glowering hatefully at her wretched stepson. It was true that this spiteful exchange wasn't getting them anywhere, but she couldn't resist getting in one last dig.

"Yes, it bothers me that he showered so much favor on Heracles," she said, "but it most bother you, as well, because it's quite clear that he favored him over all of his other children. After all, isn't Heracles the one he offered the hand of our lovely Hebe to-even though it was obvious to everyone from Olympus down to the pits of Hades that you wanted her for yourself?"

She then paused for effect, a malicious smirk playing openly across her lovely face. "But, of course you're right, this petty behavior isn't going to solve a thing. Shall we move on?"

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[info]_apollo
2009-10-19 01:59 am UTC (link)
He rolled his eyes. "I flirt with everyone -- correction: everything that moves. Except my twin. And a few things that don't move. While Hebe is the most likable of your offspring, don't think I'd have an epic hissyfit over her. She's just another girl," he said, raising a blond brow at her. His tone was not angry or peeved, but cocky and matter-of-fact, a convincing sort of arrogance, a small smirk on his lips; after all, he'd almost convinced himself of it.

"This seems to be the best thing we have to go on." He opened up the journal, to the first entry from Rhea. "She knows what's going on, it seems," he said, pointing to the entry. Reading it now, it made so much more sense. "And she obviously did something she wasn't supposed to, hence all the secrecy and running around." He flipped to the next entry. "And apparently, now, someone is looking for us. But who are they?" he asked.

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[info]heraregina
2009-10-19 02:41 am UTC (link)
"Mother was always good at being secretive," she remarked, leaning a little closer to get a good second look at the entry herself, dark eyes scanning over it quickly. She pursed her lips a little in thought, trying to search the recesses of her memory for an answer. "I can only think of one they she could be referring to: the other Titans. Think about it: if we've been trapped down here for all these years, who else could've been running the show?"

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[info]_apollo
2009-10-19 04:03 am UTC (link)
His blond brow furrowed as he looked at the entry, then up at his stepmother. "Much as I loathe to say it, I think you're right," he said, after a moment. "It makes sense. They sure ran things before we came along, so why not now?" He crossed his arms, thoughtfully.

"Maybe we should all try to get together and see what we can come up with, as far as where to go from here. I mean, I don't know about you, but I think mortality is pretty limiting, tragically."

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[info]heraregina
2009-10-19 02:18 pm UTC (link)
"Of course it's limiting," she retorted with a roll of her eyes, absently brushing a stray hair out of her face, her ring sparkling where the sunlight caught the diamond,drawing her gaze to it. A slight pang resounded in her heart, Anthea's memories surging to combine with Hera's as she began to realize what this all meant. She couldn't possibly lead two lives; sacrifices would have to be made. "But that doesn't mean all of us can cast aside our mortal lifetimes as if they were nothing." She had a son. A mortal son. A part of her would always be trapped now.

She then shook her head a little, as if trying to clear her head of that thought for now. "A meeting would probably be best," she agreed. "I know Hermes is among us, but I have the feeling you know the identities of some of the others but haven't felt the need to share with me yet. Am I correct?"

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[info]_apollo
2009-10-19 10:42 pm UTC (link)
Apollo, however, had not considered any sort of sacrifices. To him, this whole issue of mortality was an inconvenience. After all, he hadn't taken the next step in his life, had just a small amount of 'family' that was distant, at best. There were friends, sure, but death was the inevitable end result of life. "Maybe some can't," he said, with a shrug. "But what can you do?" he asked.

"I've met just Artemis and Hebe so far," he said. "I think Artemis has a list going," he added, thoughtfully. He flipped through the journal, starting at the beginning, flipping through each entry in sequence. "Me... Not sure, Artemis thought it was either Persephone or Hecate, based on a devil's food joke... Artemis... Hermes... Rhea, again... You... Me... Someone else I'm not sure of... Hebe... Artemis... You..." He looked at her. "What, should we just write down an entry and see who wants to come out of the woodwork?" he asked.

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[info]heraregina
2009-10-19 11:09 pm UTC (link)
Something flickered in her eyes briefly at the mention of Hebe. Her daughter, her youngest. A few memories flashed through her mind, but she brushed them off for now. There would be plenty of time for reminscing later. "We could do that," she conceded. "Although it might just convince the others that we've lost our minds and proceed to scare them off."

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[info]_apollo
2009-10-20 04:52 am UTC (link)
He smirked a little bit at that. "You're right -- it could make us sound crazy. But then, we've already managed, between both of us, to meet three of them. So we'll at least have five people to bounce ideas around about how to get out of this mess," he said. "And I think maybe their curiosity could get the better of them, and lead them to come. We just have to make the meeting in a neutral sort of place, so people feel comfortable scoping it out before venturing closer. Just my two cents," he said. "We run the risk of no-shows, but at this point, if we make it as open as possible, it's the best option we've got, I think.

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[info]heraregina
2009-10-20 02:21 pm UTC (link)
"I don't suppose I can argue with that logic," she responded with a shrug of her slim shoulders, taking another sip of her drink. "Curiosity certainly got the better of us, after all. Where should this meeting take place and when? Might as well work out all of the details now."

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[info]_apollo
2009-10-21 02:24 am UTC (link)
"I don't know -- my schedule is pretty flexible. When are you free? Would a weekend day work best? As for location, I'd think a place that might at least have a view of the Acropolis would be good," he suggested. "Might help evoke memories, or something." He shrugged this time, though he couldn't help a grin from reaching his lips as he had a thought.

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[info]heraregina
2009-10-22 04:08 pm UTC (link)
"My schedule is flexible as well," she responded, leaning back in her chair a little. "It's not as if I work-even if I did, I wouldn't be here." She then gave a slight nod of approval in response to his suggestion of a place with a view of the Acropolis. "Mmm, yes, for once, you may have a good idea."

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[info]_apollo
2009-10-23 01:44 am UTC (link)
He raised a brow, but decided not to comment on her last statement. "How about Saturday evening? I can take care of the invitations and maybe see about reservations at the Grand Bretagne Roof Gardens? Or perhaps Tudor Hall at the King George? Your call," he said. "Both have great views and I think would work well."

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[info]heraregina
2009-10-24 12:00 am UTC (link)
She thought about it for a few minutes, pursing her lips a little as she did so, a millenniums' old habit, before finally saying, "Saturday' evening is fine. And the Grand Bretagne Roof Gardens would be the most suitable, I think."

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OOC:
[info]hebe
2009-10-18 09:24 pm UTC (link)
OH BURN!!!!!!


*eats popcorn while reading this thread*

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OOC:
[info]_apollo
2009-10-19 02:02 am UTC (link)
It makes me really, really, ridiculously giddy!

Also, I'm tossing some stuff in here as seeds for potential drama later...

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OOC:
[info]heraregina
2009-10-19 02:42 am UTC (link)
Potential drama rocks!!

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