Disclaimer: Rick's.
Kisses,
{--Inky--}
They lay there for hours, not always speaking, just being comfortable. She has never, really, been completely relaxed, in her line of work, but this was pretty much as close as she gets. She answers every question he asks as honestly as she can, and at the start, he avoids hers.
His techniques are pretty weak, she notes as he starts another random conversation about the Yankees, but she remains patient because he comes around eventually, and she's hardly ever been wrong about things like that.
"Who's the Underground?" he says suddenly, catching her off guard, a difficult thing to do.
"I— what?"
"The Underground. I heard you and my mom talking about it. What does it mean?" He's leaning forward now, elbows resting on his knees, intent on her face to see if she's going to try and lie to him.
She hesitates. "Have you ever heard about the Greek Gods?" she says finally.
He nods, perplexed at what this has to do with . . . well, anything, really. "Then you know about the Titan's, right? They both still exist. Yes, don't look at me like that, they do.The Olympian Gods have been reincarnated over the millennia into people of power, and their mission is to deter the Titan's from their intent of causing our world's apocalypse.
"The Underground is the rebellious secret organization that rivals the Titan's. The Olympian's head it, and demi-gods and satyrs run it. We're warriors, essentially, intelligence agents, and there's a whole legion of Seers. Like me."
"Oh. What're demi-gods?"
She doesn't hesitate this time, figuring it is safe to just tell him what they were. Nothing more. "Demi-gods, or half-bloods is another name, are the result of . . . relationships between mortals and the Olympians. They usually have some sort of trait that separates them into their parent's houses. Like, children of Athena are Seers, knowledgeable beyond compare. Children of Hephaestus are expert weapon-welders, the front lines on our forges. Children of Poseidon have uncanny control over water. That sort of thing."
He doesn't say anything for an extremely long time, and she starts to worry she'd said something to scare him, said too much at once.
"Cool." Her head jerks up, to see him smile, genuinely. She mirrors him.
Silence. A thought comes to mind, and he decides to ask her.
"Sure." She's standing before he can say a word. By now, the confused, blank looks are all too common for her to be exasperated about. "But I warn you, I'll kick your virtual ass." She drops cross-legged down on the floor facing his TV.
"Oh, we'll see about that," he smirks and joins her, flicking on the X-Box.
She just smiles knowingly.
Wow, this one sure is an explainer.
Cool. :)
