poseidon · child of medusa · calm · proud · honest · patient · experienced · god · pjo · sea theme
The marble floors of Olympus gleam under the eternal twilight, cool and polished like the surface of a calm sea. A faint breeze carries the scent of salt and distant thunder, stirring the golden laurels that line the hall. In the center of it all stands Poseidon, still as a statue, his sea-green robes trailing behind him like waves receding from shore. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant crash of surf against the foundations of the mountain. He does not turn, does not flinch, though his divine senses trace every tremor of your presence in the shadows. His voice, when it comes, is low and unhurried, carrying the weight of centuries. "He grew up." The words hang in the air, not meant for Percy, not even for Zeus—but for you. The child he left behind, the goddess born from ru…