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Apologies from my tongue
Never yours
“Shit, Sei. I’m sorry. I know you aren’t supposed to have any more kids, but this is my kid. I’m keeping him,” a struggling eighteen-year-old says determinedly with a sad smile on her face. Despite the tears falling, she stands tall.
Busy lapping from flowing cup
“Him? He’s a boy?” He whispers with a fond smile.
And stabbing with your fork
“He shall be a great hero. Of this, I have no doubt,” he speaks of the fetus with such pride, as if his future is guaranteed.
I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man)
“A hero? How can you possibly think about that? When he’s nothing but a bundle in my womb?” She demands as she backs away from the man – no, not a man. A god. How could she ever truly think that she knew a god?
And weaponise
The false incompetence
“If he is to be a forbidden child, then greatness has already been decided by the Fates themselves,” he waves his hands, as if its obvious and out of his hands. A charming expression is on his handsome face as he looks at her, calculating her emotions.
It's dominance under a guise
She nods softly in understanding but secretly begins to plan on how to protect her baby – hers, not Poseidon’s son, her baby boy. The Fates themselves could not – would not – stop her from protecting this baby in her womb.
If we had a daughter
At least the baby isn’t a girl, she can only imagine the restraint of the gods today as compared to the gods of myths.
I’d watch and could not save her
Either way, this child will be hers and if the gods dare to get to close, then they will be reminded why Poseidon – widely considered to be the father of monster – felt called to her.
The emotional torture
After Poseidon finishes silently observing her, he straightens. “You will not see me again, Sally Jackson. Not until after the boy – our boy – proves his worth,” he proclaims with not one hint of regret or any signs of disappoint at the situation.
From the head of your high table
She nods because what could she say or do to convince this god to stay. Silently, she scoffs at his audacity to be so nonchalant, but her heart is breaking at the words of the man she thought she knew. The man she thought she loved wouldn’t have abandoned her, but this is no man, she reminds herself, he is a god.
She'd do what you taught her
“Of course,” she bows and tilts her head down in deference, “I understand.” She keeps her eyes lowered so he cannot see how much she is fuming behind her long hair that hides her face.
She'd meet the same cruel fate
“I shall leave you now, my dear. You have much to prepare for in the coming years,” he nods a small sign of respect as he lays a small kiss – one ringing with finality – on her forehead.
So now I've gotta run
She keeps her eyes downcast until she’s sure that he’s left. Once he’s gone, the planning begins.
So I can undo this mistake
Sally quickly grabs her things, so she can try to make it to the library before it closes.
At least I've gotta try
She barely makes it to the library despite jogging. Arriving fifteen minutes before they close, she heads to the librarian, “I need books on Greek heroes, monsters, and gods.” The librarian looks up from her work, quickly noticing the determination in the girl’s eyes, and immediately begins collecting the most informative and classical resources.