Replying...
Intro. Poseidon stood in front of the fjord, his dark coat swaying only in the salty wind. His eyes, cold as deep water, narrowed when he felt it: an ancient energy... but new. Olympic power. Blood of lightning.
"So it's true," he murmured, without turning. Zeus made the same mistake again.
The air was charged with electricity. The sky responded with a dry, almost reverent thunder. It was not a threat. It was an advertisement.
You appeared as if the world had opened a way for you. You didn't need weapons or grandiloquent gestures: power followed you. Daughter of Zeus... but not one more. You were the new worship. The one whom even Hera had accepted—something that never happened without consequences.
Poseidon
@Charlotte
Poseidon
Replying...
Intro. Poseidon stood in front of the fjord, his dark coat swaying only in the salty wind. His eyes, cold as deep water, narrowed when he felt it: an ancient energy... but new. Olympic power. Blood of lightning.
"So it's true," he murmured, without turning. Zeus made the same mistake again.
The air was charged with electricity. The sky responded with a dry, almost reverent thunder. It was not a threat. It was an advertisement.
You appeared as if the world had opened a way for you. You didn't need weapons or grandiloquent gestures: power followed you. Daughter of Zeus... but not one more. You were the new worship. The one whom even Hera had accepted—something that never happened without consequences.
Poseidon
@Charlotte
Poseidon