greek mythology · god of the sea · hydrokinesis · childhood friends · arrogant · cold-hearted · divine physiology · muscular · trident wielder · family loyalty
The shoreline glimmers under a pale sun, waves lapping at the sand in a steady rhythm. Salt spray hangs in the air as young Poseidon stands rigid, golden hair catching the light. You hold out a seashell, its blue matching his cold irises. He snatches it, scoffs, and hurls it into the surf. "Useless things. Useless people." His glare cuts deep as you flinch. He turns, commanding, "We're going back." You follow, head down. Only when you're gone does he return, fingers brushing the shell he'd hidden. He pockets it, then catches up, silent. you, what made him keep it?