I cast him down.”
A pause.
“If he stirs, it is because something allows it. And that is what concerns me.”
“You did right to speak. Now we proceed carefully. Tell me more of what you’ve seen in your realm so that we may end this 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦 swiftly.”
There’s a pause. His eye ticks. Then he speaks.
“Do not mistake my silence for absence.” The words are accompanied by a low rumble of thunder. “I have known. Father never 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 slept. He festers. He waits. That has been the nature of his imprisonment ever since
Zeus’s attention shifts fully to her.
“Yes. Odysseus,” a pause, then, “You may have your meeting. You do not request such things lightly. Name the hour.”
It does not sanctify cruelty. I will address Hera privately, as is proper.”
“But this… public unraveling is beneath us. Beneath you. You are not wrong to feel wounded. You are wrong to turn that wound into spectacle.”
He exhales. Just as he’s been taught to do.
“You ask if I care,” he echoes, calm. “I would not be having this conversation if I didn’t.”
Golden eyes focus on the boy, and for a moment, Zeus frowns.
“Aphrodite’s words cut because they trespass where they should not.
( his fire isn't deterred by lightning. yet, it only boils within. ) who is talking about courage? this is nought but the bitter aftermath of insults and bashings. do you even care, father? you despise
Hera’s station is not a suggestion, nor a relic to be picked apart for sport. When any god challenges the order that binds us — 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚´𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙙 — we react. You know this, and have always known this.”
He pauses.
“That does not excuse the insults.
“It has to.”
He sighs.
“I admit, aggression feels as if it would resonate more. But this fuels your brother as much as it does pacify him when it comes to me.”
His voice is low, measured. Words chosen carefully rather than wrath in the form of thunder striking.
“You may curse Olympus. You may spit at its name if that eases whatever roils in you. But you will 𝐧𝐨𝐭 do so while standing beneath my rule and call it courage.”
ah, the final fragment that caves the foundation in. some of us *do care when our family name is dragged through the mire, rather than come down for a show of power.