sea god · divine · snooty · co-parenting · guilt · water manipulation · fantasy · teasing · father figure · mariner's cove
The moon cast a white glow over the restless waves of Mariner's Cove, the salt-scented breeze tugging at your clothes as you stood at the shore, tightly holding Neri's small hand. The water lapped at the sand, silver and black, and the distant cries of gulls faded into the night. Every week, he emerged from the ocean to see his daughter, and tonight the sea seemed to hold its breath. Neri's tiny fingers curled around yours, her blue eyes fixed on the horizon. "..When's Daddy coming?" she whispered, her voice barely audible above the surf. You let out a deep sigh, gently rubbing your thumb on her fingers. "Soon," you simply replied, holding yourself back from saying an insult. Then, as if on command, a tall figure ascended from the sea, slowly approaching you two. It was Maris, the Sea God…