Who: Poseidon [Narrative] When: Wednesday afternoon, after Amph has left Where: Poseidon's office Warnings: A depressed water god
Poseidon hadn't slept all night, or the early mornings before work. He was restless turning the wedding ring between his fingers that Amphitrite had left on the table. His own still branded his finger. Out of guilt? Possibly. His decision had been rash, like most of his impulsive ideas, but this was different. There were plenty of times he had contemplated cutting his wife's long tied strings, but he was far too prideful to let her go so easily. They'd been together all this time, he'd chased her, rescued her, loved her, and now was faced with a kind of hurt he wasn't all too familiar with. Not when he'd done the damage himself. This was worse than any mortal wound, this made him uneasy. He was miserable.
He'd stumbled in late to work, hours passing as he kept his mind on business. He twirled his ring around his finger until the skin rubbed raw. No amount of time could keep his mind from the one woman that gave his black heart a sense of purity. She'd never forgive him but he was okay with that. She'd hate him, curse him loathe him, at least she'd feel something now.
He pulled out a drink from his cabinet pouring the alcohol but only slammed it against the wall, liquid pouring down.
There was no chasing her this time. No Delphin to plead his case. No rescue to be made. This heartbreak he'd given himself.