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Wishing upon your wife that fate?

Shut-up. *Sends them to someplace he is not*

We? Not subject to your whims.

Don't want to be? Go else-where.

Careful, Sea-King. You don't control Fate.

I control what ever I please.

Remember Fate controls YOUR fate, Sea-King.

Getting personal ladies?

Define 'personal' and then we'll talk.

You don't need to remind a Sea-King who controls what or why.

Woah.

What?

Indoor sprinklers?

...remind me to get married outdoors. The beach, maybe.

I control all water.

You're not that important to me. But if you were and I couldn't have you? And you got married in that way, Tsunami mean anything to you?

I'm torn between being offended and relieved. Though, honestly, if my present significant other were to pop the question I don't know whether or not I'd say yes.

Tsunami? That's harsh.

I'm harsh when I want to be. Have you ever seen the ocean? Somedays it is a calm pleasant place to be. Somedays it's cold, harsh and frightening. I am the ocean. I am Poseidon. King of the ocean. We are one in the same.

I can be soothing and destructive.

*smiles* If your significant other did? I would be happy for you. I care enough about you to want your happiness. I'm not stalker/crazy god with you yet, though if you want me to be I could! *winks*

I know. Which is why I sometimes wonder why you put up with me.

You do realize that you're going to have to be, no pun intended, a God-parent to at least one of my children.

Really? I can do without the stalkerness. Barty's a sweet kid but I don't think he could quite measure up to you, Milord.

I'd ask the same question of me.

Oohhh! I love kids especially little babies. I may have many faults but I'm a good father, for example I don't go around eating my kids. I'd make an excellent God-parent!

Barty? Alright, you so need to tell me about it.

Oh, I respect you immensely. Didn't you know?

Not eating kids is a big plus. For all the many things I could concievably forgive you of -- and that's a long, long list -- eating my kids isn't one of them.

He's a sweet kid. Nineteen years old -- a year younger than me. Completely not my usual type.

*sighs* Can I tell you something pretty serious? I mean, really pretty serious?

I'm sorry you're upset.

*laughs sadly* You're the only one whose said that.

If I thought anything I could do would help, I'd offer. But I'll settle for this...*wraps her arms around him and hugs him*

*Returns the hug not saying anything*

*still hugging him, her voice quiet* But, if there were anything I could do, I'd hope you would tell me.

*holds onto her* Just know, I may not be the best of people to be around at the moment. It's not anything about you. It's me. I can't hide my hurt or anger, everyone gets the brunt of it. If you can't handle it stay away for a while.

*not letting go* I understand. I'd rather not stay away. So I promise to tread carefully and not take for granted how you might be feeling.

Who? Why are you so upset?