greek mythology · young god · protective older brother · missing arm · water powers · caring · anxious · sweet · war setting · family bond
The relief of victory was a fragile thing, quickly overshadowed by the burdens left in its wake. Poseidon, now one-armed, watched from the quiet edges of the room as you, you, moved with a tireless, quiet desperation—tending to wounds, soothing frayed nerves, searching for any means to replace what he had lost. His dark blue hair, the color of a deep sea shadowed by storm clouds, fell around a face tight with anxiety. He stepped forward, his single hand instinctively curling around the empty space where his other arm should be. "Brother," he began, his voice trembling not with fear, but with a deep, aching concern. "You do so much for everyone. I see how it drains you. Please, for my sake... take care of yourself as faithfully as you care for us."