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[b][center][color=black]POSEIDON[/color] 
[color=#458a88]POSEIDON[/color][/center][/b][/h1][/sup][/color][color=#458a88][sub]ꜱᴇᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴛʏ[/sub] [sub][right]ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ɢʀᴇᴀꜱʏ, ꜱᴛɪʟʟ Qᴜᴇᴀꜱʏ[/right][/sub][/color][sub][hr][/sub]

[color=#cecece][right][sup]𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒊𝒙𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔
𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒘
𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒘𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎—
𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔
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Oh, his ears pounded.

Was that fish sandwich bad? No, that's just the denial speaking. Just like he denied the Morrigan having outed him entirely in front of everyone else. That aching gnaw like he'd just failed again croaked at the back of his head as Zeus ushered him aside. Poseidon supposed that all his questions had been answered and rather promptly, actually. That favor definitely didn't go unnoticed, even if the sting of cowardice shook him.

Then, like a Rube Goldberg contraption from Hell, everything ticked right into place. From the atom bomb delivered straight from The Morrigan's mouth to his sister wailing, to the Roman with his dog at his heels, to Ares doing the only thing he's ever been capable of doing, to this very moment in time.

Poseidon sat up straight, the color already drained from his face returning just slightly. His cheeks rose in temperature and his brows knotted together.
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[i][color=#458a88]"I know you're still mad at me,"[/color] Poseidon peered over the top of his newspaper to stare at the man pressed against the train's window, [color=#458a88]"You can act it all you want, but those eyes love to betray you."[/color] A smirk played along Poseidon's lips as he folded the paper back up and slid against the leather seats. It'd only been a day and some change, so the effects hadn't yet gripped him fully; they were returning home, after all, from Edinburgh, two hours into their journey.

The man turned to look at him, lips pursed in a slight pout. His hair was smoothed perfectly against his head, though one stray slid down to poke against the bush of his eyebrow. The forest called to him in those eyes, soft greens peaking out against the bark like a meadowlark's song. Poseidon's breath hitched as he stopped against the wall of their cabin and the smirk fell slightly agape at the indignation etched in his lover's face.

He smelled of honeysuckle and oats, dried in the soft rays of an autumn sun. He could feel the wood burning against his cheek, could smell the orchids that bloomed in rebellion against the biting air.

[color=#f2bdcd]"I'm not pouting,"[/color] The man said through bitten teeth.

[color=#458a88]"Roger,"[/color] Poseidon slipped forward, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. A canine pressed against the flesh, eyes glinting with mischief.

[color=#f2bdcd]"Peter. I'm [b]not[/b] pouting,"[/color] Roger replied as indignant as before but fighting the fire of a grin and the hint of a giggle that bobbed in his throat.

Poseidon slid between his legs, hands against the tops of Roger's thighs as the sea god's chin poked against the man's folded arms. The smell wafted off of Roger. It flowed through him like a breeze, wiped the sweat of condensation from his brow with a kiss. Poseidon breathed deep lungfuls of it. Committed it to memory. Burned and seared it into his mind for when the inevitable would take him. For when the tide rolled back out, sucked it all into a wave that would slam him against the wall of a cliff.

[color=#f2bdcd]"Peter, why're you crying?"[/color][/i]
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[color=#458a88]"I'm just..."[/color] Poseidon opened his eyes to the staring face of his brother and he gasped in a breath, paused in his moment, [color=#458a88]"I'm just... I need some air."[/color] At that moment, Poseidon stood and looked around at the mess that had become of this meeting. Maybe this was a bad idea. He wanted so desperately to cling to his family, but the urge to run away again, hide in the shadows came suddenly and strong against his chest.

Damnable love deities and their penchant for bringing up those desires stuffed so deep down until bitter acceptance rendered them toothless. They would shove their hands down his throat to yank it right back up and shove it in his face in full — assortment of brown vests and loose strands of hair and honeysuckle on his lips. Orchids at the tip of his nose. All of it, right within his grasp only for time to reel it all back.

He wanted to hate mortals for daring to make the king of the sea question his every misstep, every sin, every malicious action taken. Therapists were especially to blame, specifically his current one urging to 'rekindle the ties of familial bonds; unburn those bridges, Peter' as if she could suddenly make him erect millennia old architecture at the drop of a hat. Here he came offering that first step and after all of this he just wanted to leave again. He wanted to leave and never, ever come back. And his feet nearly took him past that threshold.

Yet, Poseidon stopped himself, turned to look at his brother and then his sister. That he'd run away when either one of them needed him the most, even if for just a moment. A sigh took him and shook his shoulders. He ran fingers through his hair and let his feet take him to Hera. No words would be able to come to him and perhaps he smelled of vomit and fish and grease, but he still went to her nonetheless.

With all the power he could muster, Poseidon knelt at her side and took one of her hands in his. He intertwined their fingers together and stared up at her. He offered no platitudes, no excuses, no apologies, just his presence. What could one say that wouldn't ring hollow to a mother who lost her child? And like a statue he sat beside her, hand in hand, with the resolve of the earth beneath the sea.

And the smell of greasy fish bits digging their barbs into cotton.[/indent][/indent][/indent][hr]
[sup][right]Interaction: [@beetlemoth] & [@smarty0114][/right][/sup][/color]