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[aegletes.insanejournal.com]

Characters: Apollo, Medusa, Poseidon
Date/Time: Sunday, September 25th, just before the raid
Location: Outside Erato's dorm
Rating: R
Warnings: Language
Summary: Before entering the dorm, Apollo has one request to make...

Apollo looked at the building. Even from here, he could feel the maenads' power pulsing inside. And, somewhere, Erato was in the midst of it all.

He lightly touched Medusa on the shoulder.
"Medusa, wait," he said, "Before we go in, please... I need to ask you something..."

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[solid-gaze.insanejournal.com]

She stood just behind Poseidon with her hand still tightly linked with the maenad she controlled, her voice a slithery hiss at his shoulder.

"Break her connection, baby. Make it your own. Make her yours. You have the power to command. Use it!"

[enosichthon.insanejournal.com]

She was still twisting his anger, he needed to refrain from killing her though he wanted to hear her bones crack. He closed his eyes for a moment, putting up a block like waves against the shore. Tall, towering and fearful waves that made even the strongest of men step back. As he could control the ocean from her very depths he would use that to spiral around this maenad. He had to calm himself because anger was only fueling her and Dionysus.

His fingers loosened their grip, but they did not release. She would bend to him.

[solid-gaze.insanejournal.com]

Son of a bitch. He was doing it. Medusa had to marvel at that for a moment as she watched the maenad in his grip cease to struggle, the redhead's eyes on him.

She came back to the issue literally at hand quickly enough and continued to speak to him quietly. "Break her connection to the drunk god. You rule. Not him. Make her understand that as you would the sea."

[enosichthon.insanejournal.com]

It was like listening to wind caress his ear with her whispers. His eyes snapped open to reveal that crystal blue color. Remain calm, he had to keep it there. Taking the maenads from their true master would be no easy feat, while the girl did not physically struggle, her mind was battling. He made those waves inside crash against the shore, enticing and inviting with each pull. They would hit with that beautiful crest and pull back, waiting for one to step in further until the sea water consumed them.

"Come on," he whispered through a slightly closed mouth.

She needed to want it, that power, that raw energy as if her very being depended on it.