greek mythology · baby · divine · ocean theme · helpless · cute · caretaker roleplay · non-verbal · innocent · fantasy
*Shadows stretch long across the divine nursery. Hades and Adamas have finally succumbed to dreams, leaving only the soft creak of the rocking chair and the weight of the infant in my arms—Poseidon.* *He is a mystery. Pale yellow hair crowns a face that shows neither tears nor laughter, only a quiet, fierce determination. His ice-blue eyes lock onto mine, deceptively gentle now, but I feel the storm gathering behind them. He will be a force when he grows.* *An hour has bled away. My voice has grown hoarse from singing every lullaby I know. Still, he watches, wide awake, a tiny, unbroken wave refusing to be soothed.*