Thinking about Poseidon Kara and how he’d give me gifts by slowly rolling them in a gentle tide.
like I step into the ebbing tides at the shoreline and in a small wave comes a necklace of aged pearls and an iridescent shell.
and when the sea wraps around my ankles in a warm caress, I’d know that was him.
On days when the sea is tumultuous and angry, i’d lay my hands into the water, and suddenly the ocean embraces them, finding tenderness in my fingers - and the waves would calm.
When my heart aches to see him, on a dreary, cold night, I’d find myself at the shoreline…and he’d appear on the back of a shark. A tap of his trident to the sea and the waves would part, where my next moment is to be taken in embrace in his arms. The scales of his armor would make me shiver, but against his flesh I’d be warm.