Chapter XI Athena
I felt drained. Lying on my back on my bed, that's all I could feel. Not happiness for the celebration in my name to be held later that evening, but drained.
Emotionally, of course. Not in that physical way. Though, as my hand wandered down my body, searching for an ache that would get me out of the party, my fingertips brushed against a sensitive area.
I bolted up. I would not commit actions such as that.
I got off of my bed, deciding on seeing someone—anyone, it didn't matter. Though, if it was Dionysus, I would not mind getting a bit hammered.
Out in the hall, someone nearly went right through me. He caught me by grabbing my wrists and pulling me closer. I was shocked when I smelled a distinctive ocean scent.
I looked up to see Poseidon. I yanked myself away from him, annoyed.
"Good afternoon, Athena, happy feast day." He said to me, his voice like a rolling wave.
I felt annoyed. If I wasn't thinking about Ares—strangling him and then cutting his body up in little pieces to feed to my large cats, usually—I was thinking about how to best Poseidon. Athens isn't all that filling, as it turns out. I need something a little bit…more.
We—Poseidon and I—played a game, but sometimes I question whether he realizes it or not. Like right now; he should've just let me fall flat on my arse, but he decided to catch me. That is not something rivals should do!
"Thank you," I said curtly, about to walk past him. I really needed to find Dionysus so I could get completely wasted.
He grabbed my wrist again, tugging me back. I turned around and glared at him, more annoyed than ever before now.
"Why are you like this?" He asked me.
"Why am I like what?" I frowned, not understanding his question. Even the Goddess of Wisdom has her own blonde moments.
He stepped closer. "A complete and utter little pampered bitch." He whispered into my ear.
I felt the shock settle into my stomach as he pulled away. He continued walking to wherever he'd been going to before he ran into me. I stood there, shocked and… well, shocked.
How dare he call me a bitch! He's the fucking arse! I almost wanted to run after him and slap him as hard as I could.
I was about to when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Hermes. Heavens, what is going to try to pull this time?
"Good afternoon, wise sister! Happy feast day," my impish half brother told me. What a lesser piece of shit.
"What do you want?" I asked Hermes, annoyed by Poseidon's words.
"I simply saw my lovely—and wise—half sister standing alone in the hallway. Is it such a crime to wish her a happy feast day?" He asked me.
"You're a thief, and nothing more, really. I don't need anything from you." I turned and walked around, slightly amused by his hurt expression.
I walked back to my room. I was about to get ready for the celebration—I guess I had to go sober—when I thought about seeing what Hercules was up to.
I went over to my summoning bowl and conjured him. He leaned over what I assumed was a pond or lake, smiling.
"Athena! Happy feast day, my wise friend!" He told me, smiling that golden smile.
My stomach flipped-flopped. I decided I wanted to see my champion today—as soon as possible. "It'd only be happy if you were here." I told him.
His smile turned mischievous. "Of course! I'll be there soon," he told me, already getting up.
"See you soon, Hercules!" I said, right before the summoning bowl went blank.