Roleplay:Olympus 4

(Oh me too XD Too much food X3)

Hypnos laughed softly, making sure she kept close to his good side. "I'm a show off now?" he asked playfully.

Dawn smiled up at him. "You know you are." She teased, snuggling to his good side.

"Well, you're still here, so I guess it's working," he chuckled, kissing her temple and stroking her side slowly when she had settled in.

"Cocky too." Dawn added, chuckling louder before she leaned up to kiss his cheek lovingly. "But yeah, you could say it is working."

Hypnos grinned and turned slowly to catch her lips in a slow kiss. "You love it," he said, raising his eyebrows playfully when he saw the light in her eyes.

"Ou contraire, I love you." Dawn said in a soft whisper, leaning up yet again to press her lips against his soft and irresistibly warm ones.

Hypnos smiled and caught her lips in a sweet, slow kiss. "And I love you, my beautiful Dawn," he murmured to her lovingly.

"I love to hear you saying it." Dawn whispered before she reached up again and kissed him. This time though, her lips stayed there.

(Nash, my mom needs the comp for a bit, but I'll be back in a little while and post those replies!!)

Rhea stroked the hair of the small ceramic sea goddess ornament that Hyperion kept by his bed. She held it in her hands, looking at it curiously. She'd noticed it around the room a lot, and she always wondered why he liked it so much. Was it important to him, or did he just think that it was pretty? She looked back at Hyperion, who was asleep behind her, the early morning light flowing through his room. She looked back at the ornament, lifting it into the light a little. Hmm, there was writing on it, she realized, turning it over to try and--

The ornament slipped from her hands before she could tighten her hold. It hit the ground with the loud smash of any breaking ornament, and she gasped. She quickly dropped to the floor, gathering the pieces as Hyperion stirred. Oh no, oh no. What was she supposed to do?

Hyperion stirred having heard a loud crash that interrupted his sleep but what really woke him up was the fact that Rhea wasn't beside him in bed. Suddenly he sat upright and looked around the room and saw her crouching down beside the bed.

"What happen..." His voice trailed when he saw the broken pieces on the floor. "Why were you playing with the ornament Rhea?" he said as he scrambled out of bed. He had told her millions of times not to touch them because they were one of a kind.

Rhea felt her eyes well up with tears of guilt. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to see what it said on the bottom," she murmured, giving up on the broken pieces. She didn't know how to put it back together. She stood up, crossing her arms and becoming very small. She didn't like to disappoint him, but even as she thought that, she felt a little anger flare up within her. "I'm not a child," she murmured a little grumpily. "I don't always break things."

"But these are fragile and irreplaceable, Rhea." Hyperion said with a sigh and looked up at her. The last thing he needed was for her to give him an attitude too. "Just clean the mess up, there's nothing we can do now anyways."

Rhea felt more anger start to eat at her. She didn't want to be angry, but it was like another part of her was insisting on anger. "You clean it up," she snapped, completely losing her sweet, innocent attitude and instead adopting something bratty and controlling. "It's your stupid ornament."

"Stupid? Is that what you think? You broke it Rhea! Take responsibility." Hyperion found himself screaming at her now. Why were they even arguing.

"I wouldn't have broken it if you didn't sleep so fucking much!" Rhea screamed back, a swear word that she had never even uttered escaping her lips. Then she found herself doing something truly out of character as her vision blurred and her nark burned. She lunged forward and pushed him, and she was strong. He flew back against the wall, and she didn't even feel sorry. All the emotion she would have usually felt just turned to more anger.

Hyperion grunted when his back made impact with the wall, his eyes wide as he watched her. "What the...? Rhea I just asked you to clean it up." he said.

"And I told you that I didn't want too! You're not my boss and you can't tell me what to do," Rhea tossed her black hair back, her eyes pitch black as she watched him. Her voice wasn't even like her usual soft, cheerful one. It was full of menace. "I think that maybe I should show you who's really in control in this relationship."

Hyperion was on his feet again, completely stunned. "Rhea stop this! This isn't you!" He screamed loudly. Why was she even acting this way but then he realized... The mark.

Rhea was suddenly right in front of Hyperion, her hands wrapped around his neck. "I really wish you'd shut up," She slammed him up against the wall, his feet not touching the ground. "Because you are just so annoying." She squeezed hard.

Hyperion gripped her hands tight and pulled them away from him, shaking her forcefully. "This isn't you!" He screamed again.

Rhea grabbed his wrist, her nails digging into his skin and drawing blood. "You don't know anything, do you? This me is much, much better," Quick as lightening, she grabbed him, and she threw him across the room. He collided with the opposite wall, cracking the marble. As he crumbled to the ground, all Rhea could so was laugh. "You're so pathetic," she taunted, taking slow, deliberate steps towards him.

Hyperion coughed and looked up at her. Before he could think it through he grabbed her over his shoulder and carried over to the pool in his house which he knew was freezing and threw her in. He really hoped it woke her up.

Rhea screamed when she made contact with the water, causing her to swallow a huge mouthful. She returned to the surface coughing and gagging, in a near panic. What was going on? "Hyperion?" she cried, looking for him in the dark pool room. Her eyes--which were now there normal colour--were clouded with water. The last thing she remember was waking up, dropping an ornament, and then...nothing.

Hyperion helped her out of the water when he realized she was back, truly back. He held her close to him, not caring that she was all wet. "I'm sorry... I'm so so sorry..." He whispered.