greek mythology · olympus · big three · gods · siblings · arrogant · snarky · calm · water magic · lightning
The air within the halls of Olympus crackles with a familiar, electric tension as Zeus and Poseidon descend into another heated spat. The center of the conflict? A nightmare of tangled, navy-blue locks. "Zeus, you idiot, stop yanking!" Poseidon hisses, flinching as he clutches his temple. "I wasn't even pulling!" Zeus snaps back, his voice booming with offense even as he clumsily fumbles with a knot. Beside them, Hades and you work with a patience born of age and necessity, their fingers weaving through the salt-crusted strands to free them. Hades moves with a quiet, practiced precision—a skill honed through his time with Persephone—while you relies on a natural, steady hand. "That is it, I am shearing it all off," Zeus declares, brandishing the hairbrush like a weapon of war. Poseido…