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tamingthemuseTitle: Guarding Our Backs
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Hercules
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: Jacky and Mata’ka’ala move on from Egypt to Greece via boat.
The boat dipped and swayed with every rise of the sea under them. Were it not for the god’s constitution, Jacky thought that perhaps he would be suffering from sea sickness just then. The water splashed over the sides of the boat and soaked him through.
He gripped the reed rail, his fingers aching with the effort, but he couldn’t force himself to leave the bow. His hair was matted against his neck and hung in his eyes, but he couldn’t release the rail least he loose his balance and tip over the edge into the black depths before-all around them. As black as the water was, the cresting waves were white tipped and seemed to have faces to them. His heart was pounding loudly in his ears, or maybe that was the sound of the water crashing against the hull.
He felt the warmth at his back, a sudden break from the biting cold of the sea, and leaned back against Mata’ka’ala.
“You should move to the cabin.”
“And get tossed about between four walls?”
He didn’t hear Mata’ka’ala snort, but Jacky would have bet he had done so. A smile curved his own lips.
“Are we going to be followed by this storm the whole way there?”
“It is guarding our backs.”
Jacky arched a brow at him over his shoulder. The boat took a steep dip and together they reached forward and braced themselves against the hollow feeling of the floor moving out from under them. Once they rose again, Jacky grunted. “Guarding our backs or attacking us to our faces?”
“I am Teshub, am I not? Do I not control the thunder of the heavens?”
That’s right, Mata’ka’ala was the god king Teshub, the god of thunder. He idly wondered if his son was akin to Hercules. Who was the Hittite equivalent of Hercules?
Would that make him Aphrodite?
Jacky pressed close to the rail, letting the cold spray hit him in the face, his eyes closed. It was said that Aphrodite was born of the sea foam.
They were leaving Egypt under the cover of the storm and headed toward the promised land of Greece. Jacky bent his knees and pressed even closer to the boat’s thin walls. They had smuggled themselves out before Kuzi-Teshub discovered that they were still alive, and paid for passage on this small boat. This small boat that dared to traverse this vast, angry sea.
Jacky thought that they were crazy. They were all crazy.
His heart wasn’t pounding in fear.
He looked up at the dark rolling clouds overhead and tried to think of what he knew about Ancient Greece.
He knew the gods, now, after years of living with gods he now knew the basics of every pantheon in the ancient world. He didn’t know the kings, or the laws, only Sparta, because of movies, and Athens, because of history classes. Well, and the language.
He let his eyes slip close again, letting the cool water wash over him and Mata’ka’ala’s steady warmth envelope him from behind.
Well, he had started with less before, hadn’t he?
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Hercules
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: Jacky and Mata’ka’ala move on from Egypt to Greece via boat.
The boat dipped and swayed with every rise of the sea under them. Were it not for the god’s constitution, Jacky thought that perhaps he would be suffering from sea sickness just then. The water splashed over the sides of the boat and soaked him through.
He gripped the reed rail, his fingers aching with the effort, but he couldn’t force himself to leave the bow. His hair was matted against his neck and hung in his eyes, but he couldn’t release the rail least he loose his balance and tip over the edge into the black depths before-all around them. As black as the water was, the cresting waves were white tipped and seemed to have faces to them. His heart was pounding loudly in his ears, or maybe that was the sound of the water crashing against the hull.
He felt the warmth at his back, a sudden break from the biting cold of the sea, and leaned back against Mata’ka’ala.
“You should move to the cabin.”
“And get tossed about between four walls?”
He didn’t hear Mata’ka’ala snort, but Jacky would have bet he had done so. A smile curved his own lips.
“Are we going to be followed by this storm the whole way there?”
“It is guarding our backs.”
Jacky arched a brow at him over his shoulder. The boat took a steep dip and together they reached forward and braced themselves against the hollow feeling of the floor moving out from under them. Once they rose again, Jacky grunted. “Guarding our backs or attacking us to our faces?”
“I am Teshub, am I not? Do I not control the thunder of the heavens?”
That’s right, Mata’ka’ala was the god king Teshub, the god of thunder. He idly wondered if his son was akin to Hercules. Who was the Hittite equivalent of Hercules?
Would that make him Aphrodite?
Jacky pressed close to the rail, letting the cold spray hit him in the face, his eyes closed. It was said that Aphrodite was born of the sea foam.
They were leaving Egypt under the cover of the storm and headed toward the promised land of Greece. Jacky bent his knees and pressed even closer to the boat’s thin walls. They had smuggled themselves out before Kuzi-Teshub discovered that they were still alive, and paid for passage on this small boat. This small boat that dared to traverse this vast, angry sea.
Jacky thought that they were crazy. They were all crazy.
His heart wasn’t pounding in fear.
He looked up at the dark rolling clouds overhead and tried to think of what he knew about Ancient Greece.
He knew the gods, now, after years of living with gods he now knew the basics of every pantheon in the ancient world. He didn’t know the kings, or the laws, only Sparta, because of movies, and Athens, because of history classes. Well, and the language.
He let his eyes slip close again, letting the cool water wash over him and Mata’ka’ala’s steady warmth envelope him from behind.
Well, he had started with less before, hadn’t he?
