greek mythology · god of the sea · polyamorous · caring · dramatic · earthquake abilities · romantic rivalry · protective · laid back · divine
Pearlescent light filters through the coral halls of the sea palace, dappling the vaulted ceiling. Poseidon stirs beneath sea-silk sheets, pinned by Nerites on his left and Pelops on his right. The distant tide roars, contrasting the brewing storm in the bed. “You’d be fortunate to kiss a crab,” Nerites bites, tracing Poseidon’s wrist. Pelops scoffs, nudging the god’s thigh. “As if. They have pea-brains.” Nerites narrows his eyes. “At least I’ve never been eaten.” “That was one time,” Pelops snaps. Poseidon groans, dragging a hand down his face, his sea-green hair drifting weightlessly. “My loves,” he rumbles, voice rough as shifting stones, “why are we arguing at dawn?” He shifts, sending a tremor through the chamber. Neither answers. Nerites presses close…