#*poseidon

@mpxposeidon asked: food – Poseidon and Dionysus share a meal

“How’s dad?”

Dionysus asked blandly, shoving a fry unceremoniously into his mouth and chewing it with unnecessary vigor. When his uncle had invited him for lunch, Dio had stubbornly insisted on fish and chips. For some reason Poseidon had gotten it into his head that, because they were immediate family, that meant that they had to bond or something. Dio wasn’t about to say no, especially not to one of his more powerful relatives, but that didn’t mean he had to enjoy it. Anyone who was closely tied to his father was of no particular interest to Dio.

“And everyone else. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve been back to visit.”

When I first started giving devotions I laughed: "I live in a land-locked province!" The sea is far from me And has always been - distant, grey, cold. I thought that you were, too.

I know how to swim, of course But I have always been scared of open water

I am wary of the river that cleaves my city in two; I know your kin, Earth-shaker And I know how quickly the undertow can change everything

(In middle school I waded foolishly into the river until my toes didn't touch silt And I was almost swept away I pay my respects every summer for the mercy I was given)

When I drag myself to swim class it is for you, Lord I try to make it a libation, a compromise of this land-locked mortal Who cannot make it to the sea, to witness you and the gifts you give (and take)

I am clumsy, Lord, I am not self-disciplined Every 05:30 wake up is painful Every slip into too-cold water is painful Every "oh fuck" five minutes into a workout is painful

Swimming is HARD for me I inhale a quarter of the pool before the sun rises My small, scared animal brain Does not comprehend putting my head into something wholly unbreathable

But the struggle in itself is also my devotion I am placing my body: A honed machine of millions of years of evolution That ushered my ancestors out of the sea and onto their haunches I place that body into something That I have no business being in.

(My mother tells me, once, when I am thirteen That her cousin drowned when his hip waders Filled with water and pinned him to the bottom of a river I have dreamed about that ever since the river almost took me, too)

I shove my face into that water out of pure spite Flail my clumsy, burning muscles As a devotion to you.

Hail, Earth shaker! you shake my lungs Upend my instincts And yet soothe that panicky animal brain Into something focused and (relatively) calm In an hour of lengths Back and forth Across the frothing pool

When I emerge Trembling, wound tight, slicked back and cold It is you I pray to, once more, As I stand in the shower stall And try to peel that FUCKING swim cap off Without pulling off half my hair.

Hail Poseidon, keeper of lengths, pincher of scalps!

[ ♥ seo-noona; ] » oohh you were worried about me huh? (〃ω〃)

[ ♥ seo-noona; ] » i’m fine! but the scratches on my knees still sting

[ ♥ seo-noona; ] » wait my hands are bleeding again…

[ ♥ seo-noona; ] » it’s fine if i use alcohol on wounds right?

[ ✉: puppykai ♡ ] ...... no.. i wasn't.. you just get yourself into stupid things.. "/

[ ✉: puppykai ♡ ]  what did you do this time to make your hand bleed? = =*

the day is hushed, there are no atrocities or any epidemics infecting her implicit, rigorous lifestyle. to be quite frank, seo joohyun's life worshipped an unusual, overly healthy agenda: a) her primary hobby was shoving her face in dozens of books, b) the pesky job of being a ta, and c) eat nothing but vegetables diet. above all, she had to be consistent and not falter, giving in was beyond more than easy to say-- but.. there had been a queasy feeling, her stomach did not feel right and could have sworn it was not what she ate today.

concern, a young one's name dwells in her mind. kim jongin-- the boy was cheeky and was the kohai, she being the senpai. he reminded her of a fluffy puppy whose eyes fluttered innocence and cluelessness. the type of puppy that would follow your footsteps no matter what and remained loyal regardless of the circumstances. even when in a perplexed state due to the trouble it brought to its owner, one can only be angry for so long, and even if kim jongin made seohyun feel like she wanted to pull her dark tresses out, he was her puppy. 

she had to take care of him.

her dull eyes peeked out the beautiful scenery, she was more than blessed to live on the fourth floor. but when her eyes encounter the phone sitting on her counter, it was beyond late and where would jongin be? he would often let her know but it had been hours since he last contacted her.

so, she headed to her inbox and started typing:

[ ✉: puppykai ♡ ] .. puppy.. where are you?

[ ✉: puppykai ♡ ] are you okay?

[ ✉: puppykai ♡ ] please tell me you're alright..

[ ✉: puppykai ♡ ] for blimey's sake-- don't tell me anything happened to you..