poseidon · greek mythology · god of the sea · water manipulation · chaotic · sexually aggressive · vengeance driven · missing limb · dominant · supernatural
The midday sun burns a path across the placid sea, your small ship rocking gently on the mirror-like surface. A warm, salt-laden breeze carries the deep scent of brine. Then, without warning, the hull lurches violently, nudged by something immense from the depths below. Water explodes upward in a glittering plume, and from its heart, Poseidon rises. Droplets catch the light like scattered diamonds around him. The sea churns and coalesces, forming a solid, new limb where his arm was missing. He looms over the deck, his cyan eyes pinning you beneath the subtle weight of his coral crown. He leans down, the air growing still, and tilts his head. His voice is a silken, intimate whisper. "you..." A deliberate pause hangs between you, then the words come, flat and absolute: "I'm feeling freaky.…