"Things Could Be Different Between You And I. Zeus Does Not Tolerate Abductions Of The Olympians Let

"Was it not you, yourself that chose your faith? You make it seem as if I had exiled you to rule the Underworld when it was your own hand that picked your faith."

The ruler of the Olympians eyed his brother, not budging and standing in place. Showing that he has no fear of the other and if a fight were to break out, the others would quickly show up to protect their Father.

He stopped, as if considering his brother’s request, before simply replying with, “No.”

 He paced before Zeus slowly, his ashen robes flowing over the gleaming floors of Olympus. Everything on Olympus was gleaming and pristine and he was decaying and decrepit.

 ”I sought only to see my old home. You expect to lock me in that prison of a kingdom and not miss the very mountain I was raised?”

Her words caused his face to crack into one more appropriate when facing her. His eyes full of wanting and desire of lewd pleasure, staring deep into her eyes. He caught her and pulled her closer, "I am not most men, nor do they deserve your attention or affections."

“No, it’s not.” She watched him settle on the stone bench that sat alone the cobbled path, watched him gesture. Her fingers coiled in the gauzy gown, picking it up at she walked towards him. Easing onto the sun-warmed marble, one leg crossed over her, a high slit revealing golden skin. Passing her palms over her thighs, before meeting his dark gaze. 

“But most men desire something from me more then my attention.” Trailing a ghost-light touch over his jaw.

There was no absolute need for the Greek God to do so, they weren't in any sort of dominance or power competition--yet. Zeus wasn't afraid to show his power and strength but only when required, he may be reckless from time to time but this meeting was more diplomatic than a war decree. The Hindus were not a threat yet and Zeus was here to make sure it stayed that way, as an observer not tyrant.

"How does your family fare? I'm more than certain that I won't be graced with their presence during this visit so I feel the need to ask instead."

Shiv was glad the other did not try to assert any sort of dominance as both were the heads of their respective pantheons. The Destroyer and the Olympian were equals in both power and position. “I too have been well. Though I am taking a bit of a break at the moment to follow up on a few members of my family.” The God smiled ever so slightly and nodded his head. “I am glad to hear you are well, Zeus.”

zeus and broose will be there too :l

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excuse u.

ra’s and odin should probably sit together and be creeps

and have popcorn at the ready like it’s some damn movie. 

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Hades. It's been some time.

You dare speak to your father with such a tone?

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What the hell do you want?

Zeus stood straight, his eyes bright as he looked at the whining God before him. "I resent that statement, seeing as how I take a good deal of care when regarding my children. Whether they are aware of it or not."

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Ugh.  The God giving my own father a run for his money in the “bad dad” competition.  The hell do you want, Zeus?

"Is it so wrong to ask for your attention?," he wasn't begging or pleading, no. The man hasn't spent much time with her and the sweet smell coming from the garden--no, her--was too intoxicating to wish to leave. He crossed his leg, right ankle resting atop his left knee and motioned for her to join him. 

Oh, the thought of shooting a bit of lighting at the beads to allow the unnecessary fabric to drop was now becoming an urge.

“Do you require something?” It’s not an accusatory tone that rides in the sultry sweetness of her voice, merely inquiring. The watering can is out of water, so she puts it down, fingers plucking a few dead leaves from the stem of a flower, before passing her fingers over the velvet-soft petals. Glancing back over her shoulder at her father, chin brushing the beaded clasp on her shoulder, the very thing holding her dress together, up.