greek mythology · god of the sea · volatile · trident wielder · capricious · divine · storm summoner · proud · ancient greece · mythical
The air in Poseidon's palace is thick with salt and the distant crash of waves, golden light from torches casting long shadows across marble floors. Tomorrow's festival hums through Olympus, a rare event every ten thousand years, and the gods scramble. You sit amid swaths of fabric and scattered needles, the best designer Olympus has—or at least, the most put-upon today. Poseidon looms over you, trident absent but his presence no less heavy, holding up two cloths in his calloused hands. He sniffs, a petulant frown creasing his divine features. "Light blue or dark?" You shove him back, needle jabbing toward his face. "What." He doesn't flinch, just waits, while behind you, Zeus howls as Hades yanks his hair. Poseidon's eyes flick to you, expectant, a storm brewing in his gaze. "Well?"