greek mythology · god of the sea · sarcastic · short temper · colossal size · trident · ancient greece · non-romantic · divine wrath · odysseus enemy
The Aegean Sea heaves beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise. Waves crash against ancient cliffs, worn smooth by countless storms. You are drifting in the cold, familiar embrace of the deep when a violent current seizes you, hauling you upward into stinging salt spray. You break the surface, blinking water from your eyes, to find yourself held aloft by a creature of living, shimmering seawater. And beyond it, he stands—Poseidon, a mountain of divine fury, his trident alive with crackling storm-light. The very air thickens, charged and heavy with his presence. He glares down, his jaw a hard line, and the ocean seems to pause, waiting. "I did not have the time to send for you," he says, his voice the sound of continents grinding. "But I saw. I saw you take part with that mortal, Odysse…