Daddy Dearest, Hear Me Out

[Margaret Fox]

Margaret was exhausted. She has scrubbed the stables from top to bottom, and given those pooping machines a lecture. In the time she had spent there, the fumes had gotten to her ever so slightly, and she might have crucified a mouse, and danced around it yelling “Zeusseeeee! I have a present for you!!!!” Cleaning fumes and horse poop defiantly was a deadly combination. Margaret had taken a shower already, and was nice any clean. She was dressed in a oversized shirt, and shorts, with converses. That was her sleeping cloths in a nut shell. She walked around the camp until she made it to the big house, where Hermes was.

She sighed as she climbed up the steps, and knocked on the door. She had indeed met her Father today, only because she needed a scolding, and punishment, but that didn’t mean she could try again, after all, she did have questions for her Father. Like if he knew about the abuse, if he knew about her Mothers brutal murder, if he even cared. She needed to know if he was there for her, if he really loved her Mother, or if she was just another women to bang.

Had Hermes spent any time with them after that? Had he been there with her Mother at her birth? Had he ever held her when her hand was no bigger than his thumb? She knew the answers would be devastating if what was true for most Olympian parents was also true for Hermes. Her Mother hadn’t been beautiful, she had been particularly pretty, big eyes, blonde hair, and a nice body, and a warm smile from what Margaret vaguely remembered. Margaret bit her bottom lip and looked down. Margaret pulled her shirt up slightly, looking at the scare that snaked up her upper body. She let her shirt fall, and swallowed hard. Margaret knocked again. “Da-“she stopped. “Hermes? You home?” she mused.

TAG - Hermes
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TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
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[Hermes]

YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE YOUR EYES

if ten million fireflies lit up
THE WORLD AS I FELL ASLEEP

For a while, Hermes had thought no one knew he liked to hide in the Main House. However, that quickly vanished and it became that if someone didn't know where he spent his time, they were new to the camp. Hermes brushed some hair from his eyes and he streteched his arms above his head, putting his book down for a minute.

His day had been eventful, definitely. He got to see some Ares children spar (which had been pretty interesting) and watched some kids swim and talk to the nyads. And then, of course, there was the thing with Briony and Margaret. Oh dear Zeus, Hermes cringed at that little event. Brie's bitter words were still fresh in his mind as were Margaret's words taking the blame. Hermes really didn't want to think the worst of Brie but he really couldn't see how she wasn't beating up Margaret. Oh, his brain was going to explode if he tried to understand.

The sandy haired god frowned to himself and picked up his book again, losing himself in the works of William Shakespear. Good old William. He hadn't been a demigod but damn, he should have been. His father would have been Apollo with his talent with words and painting pictures like he did in his plays. Hermes stretched his legs out in front of him and got comfortable, losing himself, specifically, in Julius Ceasar.

His reading was interrupted seconds later by a voice from the other room. Hermes' bedroom was in the farthest corner of the Main House so he could easily just kick back and relax. The god sighed quietly and marked his spot before getting up. Hermes quietly made his way to the main room and tipped his head to the side when he saw Margaret.

"Margaret?" he asked. "What are you doing here?"

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notes: finally posted =)
lyrics: FIREFLIES, OWL CITY
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[Margaret Fox]

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Margaret stood on the porch for a few moments, debating if she really wanted to go through with this. Did she want to know the answers? Did she really want to face the fact that Hermes hadn't wanted her, only wanted sex from her borderline pretty Mother? Her stomach had already dropped, and her chest had already tightened, along with her throat. "Just breath.." she whispered to her self.


After a few more moments, Hermes finally came. "Oh.. umm.." she stuttered. "I uh... needed to talk to you about something." Bit her bottom lip, and looked at the ground. She thought about how she must have been a sight to see through her Father's eyes, dressed in nothing but a T-shirt, and shorts that where barely visible.


She felt her throat close, and no words where coming out when she tried. She picked up the hem of her over sized shirt, revealing a large ugly scare looping all the way around her torso, and snaking up. It indented into her body, deep and ugly. "Why... Why.. " she tried to say, her voice shaky. "Why....didn't you stop him?" tears came to her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.


"Why'd you let him kill Momma?" she took a pause, and wiped away her tears with her arm. "Why... Why'd you leave Momma... Didn't you love her? Didn't you love me...?" Margaret sniffed, hating this rush of emotion. She had 16 years worth of emotional built up, and holding it back right now made her head want to explode.


She kept her shirt up, and with her left hand, thought she didn't have a grip on it, The shirt hung on the tips of her fingers like a hanger. "Why... Why'd you let him hurt us?" Margaret felt pathetic, but she was beyond the point of caring.


"Was she just another girl to fuck with?" Margaret felt like running now. She was committing Demigod suicide talking to her Father like this. "Was she??" she asked a tear spilling down her cheek.

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[Hermes]

YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE YOUR EYES

if ten million fireflies lit up
THE WORLD AS I FELL ASLEEP

"Oh, umm." Hermes raised his eyebrows at the blond, watching her as she decided what to say. "I uh... needed to talk to you about something." The god tipped his head to the side and motioned the blond into the main house. Without a word, he walked off to the kitchen since it was more casual than his room or the office.

Not looking at Margaret quiet yet, Hermes put a pot of water on the stove for some cocoa or tea, depending on what the blond girl wanted. Hermes had a sneaking suspicion of what she wanted to talk about and it was a conversation he would rather never have with her, ever. The god wasn't really good with conversations about mothers dying because he usually got blamed for it. Sighing, the sandy haired god looked over at Margaret, surprised to see her holding up her shirt at him. He blinked a couple times at the large scar she revealed.

"Why... why.. why ....didn't you stop him?" There was nothing Hermes could say to her at the moment. He felt like if he said something, the shouting would come sooner rather than later. To be honest, he would rather later when he had a moment to collect himself and prepare for it. "Why'd you let him kill Momma? Why... Why'd you leave Momma? Didn't you love her? Didn't you love me?" His stomach dropped and he sent a silent prayer to his father that he wouldn't say the wrong thing although he doubted Zeus cared that much about his relationships with his mortal children. "Why... why'd you let him hurt us? Was she just another girl to fuck with? Was she?"

Okay, that was a low blow. Ignoring the tea kettle, Hermes glared at Margaret, daring her with his suddenly livid eyes to say anything else like that. Why did mortals act like he wasn't a god? That's what it felt like, anyway. They acted as though he was simply human and didn't have thousand year old commitments to fulfill and that he should only have time for them.

Taking a deep breath, Hermes spoke. "Watch your tongue, Margaret," he snapped. "Before you make accusations, I suggest you get the facts. I've had this conversation plenty of times and each time, I'm never ready. In all my years, I will never be ready. To put it simply, I thought I loved your mother. I always do, don't I?" Here, Hermes gave a dry laugh. "It all comes down, in the end, that I love May Castellan more. On Zeus's name, I swear I thought I loved your mother, Margaret. And of course, I love you. I love all of my children although I have too many to properly show it. There was nothing I could do about your stepfather's abuse. I'm not allowed to interfere with destiny and all that. I'm sorry."

His words said, Hermes turned back to the kettle that had taken to screaming vehemently at him. He shut the stove off and moved the kettle to a cool burner before getting out two cups. He pulled out the tea and cocoa and, without looking, asked his daughter, "Tea? Or cocoa?"

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tagged: Margaret
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notes: tea? or cocoa? >.>
lyrics: FIREFLIES, OWL CITY
credit: TEMPLATE BY SHAZI ?! AT CAUTION 2.0

[Margaret Fox]

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Margaret hadn't expected that, and it felt like one big slap in the face. He said it as if he had memorized that speech. The truth came crashing on Margaret, slowly, but the the point that she got it. She was just a number. Just one girl among Gods know how many else that Hermes had.

Some where out there he had probably 500 other girls with her name. She was kind of stunned at his words still. If nothing else, she came to one conclusion. Hermes wasn't her Dad. Maybe by blood, but what Father didn't bend a rule, and go kick a mans ass for his cruelty against his own daughter, and the women who gave him that child?


Hermes was her Father by blood, but mentally, emotionally? He was nothing. She felt stupid for expecting so much, for trying to look for a parental figure that wouldn't leave her broken. Margaret let her shirt fall, and her emotions went numb. She had mentally put up a wall against Hermes.

A slate went over her face and there was nothing in her face. She wouldn't let Hermes know her thoughts, wouldn't let him in. She'd given him a chance, and he recites a script, and offers her a drink?!
"I crucified a mouse and taunted Zeus with it as a 'gift'." she sand blandly, not looking Hermes in the eye, but right through him.


"And no thanks. I have other things to do honestly." she said, referring to his ohhh so nice offer. Bleh. She turned her heel, and left, leaving the door open behind her. Margaret knew that the next day she was not going to serve her punishment. She wasn't going to obey him.


God, or no God, he should know how to talk to a teenage girl by now! She went into Hermes cabin, though dreaded it kind of. She was actually looking forward to dinner tomorrow; she would get to eat the best thing on her plate.

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