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Who: Olympias & Alexander
What: Reunions!
When: Saturday, around noon
Where: Olympias' apartment
Warnings: Language, TBD


Alexander had known, when he entered the city, that it wouldn't take his mother very long to find him. But he hadn't know she was in New York, so it was more like he had found her this time around. Which was fine, he would have gone to see her either way.

Turning up at her building precisely at noon with a bottle of wine, he pressed the buzzer and waited for her to answer.

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The one true constant in Olympias' life had been Alexander: He was the most important thing her life, and that had only intensified since her immortal rebirth. Before she'd been a real woman, but now she was a part of her epic son's story. She didn't mind: Olympias loved his strength and his fame. She saw it as a testament to her own greatness. She felt she had groomed her son well, making him into the unstoppable force he became. He had always been more like her than Philip.

When the door went, Olympias smiled and went to open it. "Aléxandros," she said warmly, taking the bottle from his hand so that she could wrap her arms around him and kiss his cheek.

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When Alexander had first heard the term 'HBIC' and found out what it meant, his automatic response was, "Oh, so you've met my mother?" Olympias was a force of nature, always encouraging him to go farther, think bigger, Alexander. And he'd never looked back.

He smiled at her, hugging her in return and kissing her cheek. "Hello, Mother," he said. "You're looking well."

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"And you as well," Olympias said after she drew back out of the hug, taking a look at Alexander and running her hand gently over his cheek. "If possible, time has only made you more handsome."

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He smiled at that. "I'm just glad I'm not as blonde as I was a few years ago. I could've done without that." He glanced around her apartment briefly, hanging up his coat. "So what have you been doing lately?"

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"I'm CEO at a company involved with car manufacturing," Olympias told him, waving a hand and leading him through to the kitchen. "The details are all very dull, but it's Fortune 500 and I'm in control and earn plenty." She liked the power and the wealth. If Olympias was good at anything, it was being the boss. And these days it was much easier. Women sometimes complained about their lack of choices, but Olympias was a woman who had controlled things at the time when women, even queens, had been considered nothing but property. In this future she thrived.

In the kitchen she pulled out a pair of wine glasses and set them on the bench, looking at her son again, her expression adoring. This sort of softness in her eyes was reserved for Alexander alone.

"It is so wonderful to see you," Olympias said. "The people love you."

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"That sounds perfect for you," he said, and he meant it. If it made her happy to be in that position, then he was happy for her. He had no doubt she'd be Getting Shit Done.

He uncorked the bottle and let it breathe for a moment, pouring a glass for each of them. "I've missed you," he told her. "It was always...strange not having you around." He huffed out a laugh. "They still sit up and listen when I talk, at any rate."

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Olympias approached her son and once again kissed him, this time just at the edge of his lips. Then she lifted up her glass to Alexander. "We don't need to worry about getting separated again," she assured him. "I won't let it happen." For Alexander Olympias would kill and maim and destroy lives and see nothing at all wrong with it.

"They should listen when you talk. You're a leader, Alekos. You were born for this greatness of yours."

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He raised his glass, mirroring her. "I know you won't," he said, taking a sip of the wine, which was very good.

He snorted into his glass. "They mostly do. And the ones who don't are reminded why talking back to a superior officer never ends well." He tilted his head, looking at her. "And to think, I was just brought up to be king," he mused. "And then I realized the world was so much bigger, and I wanted it."

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It was good wine, and for that she was glad. Olympias only took the best and she had become used to drinking the wine of Dionysus in the last few months. Nothing else could really compare. "Remind me to get you a few bottles of something special," she said. "I think you'll enjoy it."

Olympias just watched Alexander, the glowing pride clear on her face. Her boy, her blood, the blood of great Achilles passed down to him. Their family line was a great one. "And it should be yours," Olympias agreed. "Such things you've achieved, and you've barely even started."

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He nodded. "I'm always open to trying new things," he said.

"They call this country the land of opportunity," he remarked, looking into his now mostly empty glass. "Reach as high as you can, go for the whole shebang." He shrugged. "I see no reason why I can't do just that."

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"Dionysus' wine," Olympias smiled. "It's remarkable. You'll never want to drink anything else afterwards."

"The new rules put in place make it unfortunate," Olympias sighed. "Martial rule was always your strength." She reached for the bottle and refilled her glass before reaching out to do the same with his.

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"It sounds amazing," he said, with a little smile of his own. "I can't wait to try it."

"Tell me about it," he agreed. "Procedures and protocols and people always saying that they know better. Which they don't. They always say 'might makes right', but they aren't even using their full strength to their advantage! It drives me crazy."

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"I see him sometimes," Olympias said, "so I'll ask him to be so kind as to provide. He is a generous benefactor, my lord." She had only ever spoken to of Dionysus to Alexander with great reverence. She had taught him that while all the Olympians were to be respected and shown allegiance, it was Dionysus' trickery and transformative powers that were to be most admired.

Of course, the boy had to choose his own path, son of Zeus that he was. Even as a young boy she had known his destiny did not lie with the Maenads. He was to be a greater thing than a servant to the gods. He was to be a god of his own, and Olympias had encouraged that in him since the day of his birth.

"I understand little of military ways," Olympias admitted. "Politics I know and can use, but not such strengths as yours. My gender always barred me from such public displays and I've found the underhanded path is still useful to me, especially in business."

In Macedonia plenty had died by Olympias orders, either very publicly or by the cover of night and secrets. There was plenty of blood on her hands but Olympias saw no problem with any of it. Everything she had done, she had done to secure the legacy of Alexander.

She didn't know anymore whether she had killed his father. Philip had been murdered, that much was sure, but historians had so many ideas and theories about the who and the why. Olympias was among some of them, and so was Alexander. She remembered what honor she had bestowed on his killer though. Whether it had been by her quiet orders or not, Olympias had been glad to see Philip dead.