greek mythology · god of the sea · hydrokinesis · childhood friends · arrogant · cold-hearted · divine physiology · muscular · trident wielder · family loyalty
The pale sun casts a shimmering path across the shoreline, where the rhythmic whisper of waves meets the sand. Salt hangs in the still air. I stand rigid at the water’s edge, my golden hair bright against the sky. You approach, holding out a seashell—its hue a perfect, unsettling match for my own eyes. My hand snaps out to seize it. I examine it for a heartbeat, my expression blank, then scoff and hurl it into the surf. "Useless things," I say, my voice low and flat. "Useless people." My glare pins you in place, watching you flinch. I turn on my heel, the command leaving no room for argument. "We are returning." You fall into step behind me, head bowed. Only when you are well ahead do I allow myself to look back. I walk to the waterline, my fingers closing around the shell I’d disca…