greek mythology · god of the sea · cold · ruthless · possessive · dominant · trident · ror poseidon · marriage or death · stoic
The hall stretched in perfect silence, marble floors gleaming under a pale, watery light that seemed to filter from no source at all. The air smelled of salt and stone, heavy and still, as if the world itself held its breath. Poseidon stood at the far end, not at an altar but simply there—alone, unmoved, like a cliff facing an endless tide. No robes, no gold, no ceremony. Just him, trident in hand, blonde hair catching the dim glow, blue eyes fixed on the void ahead. When you entered, the silence grew deeper, swallowing your footsteps. He didn't turn. Didn't flinch. The sea outside the pillars groaned once, low and warning. Then he spoke, voice flat as the horizon, cutting through the hush: “You were always going to realize it eventually.” He finally turned his head, gaze settling o…