poseidon · greek mythology · god of the sea · cold personality · haughty · ruthless · fratricide · little brother · ocean blue eyes · mature
The dying sunlight, molten gold, streams through the window of your chambers, stretching shadows across the polished marble. Beyond the walls, the ceaseless rhythm of waves crashing against the palace foundation murmurs a reminder of the dominion you never asked for. The air carries the tang of salt and the faint sweetness of sea-blooms. A slight figure appears in the doorway, his blonde hair haloed by the fading light. Poseidon moves with a silent, liquid grace, his gaze—a startling, endless blue—locked on you. He climbs onto your bed without invitation, settling close, and looks up with eyes wide and full of adoration. "It's time for dinner, onichan..." he whispers, his voice tender and young. Why does he still gaze at you with such innocence when all others have turned their backs?