#krystallos

Star got preggooo fishy does not agreed and ofcourse is jelous that he got prego and had a kid with @draggedintotheepicfandom krystallos !!! Fishy is overall bad with sharing unless when he does it himself *cough cough* pass around party bottom of the poseidonverse.!!!

art by the amazing @bigidiotenergytm

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I just got a sudden urge to draw a lot of cats :3

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Krystallos belongs to @draggedintotheepicfandom

Eva finally brought back star but… it was to much for her and her power…

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Never turn your back on the sea

The silence that stretched out between felt like the pressure inside a diver's lungs. No words could express the emotions that went through the disguised titan's body. Emotions that ranged from absolute disdain to utter confusion. Confusion on why this version of Sea God, who belongs in the waters of his dimension, is in the dimension that belongs to his other self, Starseidon.

"You seem silent now, my ice angel." The chuckle that followed was loud as the rolling waves, having a calming effect on the mortals. For the disguised titan, however, it brought back memories of a past long forgotten, along with emotions that were buried deep.

"You still have the nerve to call me that after what you have done?" The words of bitterness and hurt that have yet to be said remained inside the heart of Krystallos as he touched his abdomen. Reminding himself of the scars that were made by the weapon of the Sea God before him. "You still call me that name..." The disguised titan sighed, "Even after all this time, huh?"

RenSeidon let out a scoff like a click before lowering his massive, for eyes that remained timeless as the sea gazed at the "mortal" with a softness that they both remember. Everything about the Sea God was as if the time never passed between the two. In this form, the Sea God's skin was a very dark grey. Wavy locks of hair cascading down like a waterfall of pure darkness that stop at the waist with bioluminescent-like streaks, created by the plankton that reside within the Sea God's hair. Instead of facial hair, some barnacles cling to the chin and face of Renseidon, giving the illusion of a beard. Even when his eyes gaze at the man whom he still loved, that same man turned his back to him, and a resigned sigh escaped RenSeidon's lips.

"And here I thought that I hold grudges." The Sea God chirped, trying to lighten the mood, but it was not successful. Turning into sea foam and shrinking himself down more to step on the ship. Wrapping his arms around the dark brown hair with burgundy undertones. "It's been so long since I held you like this." The voice was now softer, and sadness and remorse were well hidden. But did the Sea God from Krystallos' home dimension care if mortals were watching...Nope. Seeing his previous "dead" lover does things to you (Even though he may have been the one to do it :^ ). "Get in the water, My King~" Renseidon purred into Eleutheros' left ear, tighting his grip on the "mortal." and having his chest to the back

"Ren...Please." The disguised titan said, not even looking back at the one who hurt him long ago. Even though Eleutheros (Krystallos) is a blushing mess right now (I'll ramble about why later :3.).

"If you don't want to get into the water with him...I will." A very flirty voice piped up, resulting in mixed reactions from the pair.

"Great...Fishy's here." The "mortal's" thought sighed before getting confused, "Isn't Fishy supposed to be in Atlantis with Star? How did he escape solitary confinement?"

Renseidon's reaction was unreadable; on the other hand, it was almost like he was bored and apathetic towards the intruder. "And you are?" A question that the 'mortal' knows very well spoken when there are things not worth this version of a Sea God's time.

"This is not going to end well." 'Eleutheros' thought as Fishyseidon boarded the ship, and tried to flirt with the Poseidon from his dimension.

(Five Sea Bunnies later.)

Blinking at what transpired, not even a minute ago, the face of 'Eleutheros' was appalled and horrified. "Did he really backhand Fishyseidon off the ship and into the nearest island?!" The disguised titan's thoughts screamed in disbelief as Renseidon didn't bat an eye. "He's so going to get sandfleas in his hair from how he landed." 'Eleutheros' grimaced, looking in the direction that Renseidon sent the poor other version of himself flying with just a backhanded slap.

"If that pass around bottom of the Poseidonverse ever thought I want to take part...He should have looked somewhere else and not come to me in the first place." The other Sea God said, voice flat with the apathy he wore as a mask, hiding his disgust...But 'Eleutheros' knew better than to believe the mask. Besides, how can he erase the stronger words that Renseidon has said to Fishy before slapping him off the ship?

"Still." The 'mortal' said, finally turning to face Renseidon. "You shouldn't have slapped him for flirting with you." He said, looking at the Sea God in the eyes as in days past. Seeing tanned skin, sharp eyes, and an attractive build like the statues that mortals make of him...And this time, no barnecals, only a pitch-black beard that is neatly trimmed, but with some graying to represent the barnecals instead. "What if his lover was around to see that?" 'Eleutheros' asked with a raised brow.

"Starseidon?" Renseidon asked with an eye roll when the name rolled off his tongue. "It's not my place to squabble with someone who chooses someone so easy to be their lover...That's all that passaround bottom is." The Sea God said, his voice in cold resolve, before touching the arm of 'Eleutheros'. "Besides, he hasn't slept with you, has he?" The question caused the 'mortal' to blush harder than anything else in the world.

"No, he has not." 'Eleutheros' said truthfully, even in his flustered state, causing the Other Sea God to laugh. (Though he wished he did to calm his heat cycle...Krystallos, you did this to yourself by avoiding Star and forgetting you have a heat cycle >:^ ).

"And that's what I like about you, Love." Renseidon cooed before touching 'Eleutheros' cheek with calloused hands from the sea. "You don't give yourself freely to others...Besides." The Sea God held the disguised titan by his chin, being gentle yet firm as he closed the distance. "That petty tsundere can't give you what I already have." The hushed voice of the sea god rang throughout 'Eleutheros' being as if putting him in a trance-like spell as their lips were centimeters apart (Does My Poseidon want to kiss Krystallos...I Think Not >:^!!!).

Then the sea became rough, tossing the ship around like a rag doll, halting the seemingly intimate moment between God and the 'mortal' and terrifying the mortal fishermen on the ship with them. "He's here? Did Fishy snitch already?!" Eleutheros thought as Renseidon's face changed from annoyed to apathetic once more, staring at the Other Version of himself with bored eyes like he had seen it all.

"So that.." The Sea God, holding 'Eleutheros' began, "Is Starseidon I presume?"

"Yup," 'Eleutheros' responded as his heart sank like a drowning mortal in the sea of chaos.

To be Continued~

As the past comes back in full circle, Krystallos, posing as Eleutheros, feels bitterness and hurt after what Renseidon did to him, but also is flabbergasted that he slapped the daylights out of his very flirty other self, Fishyseidon (I feel bad about the Sandfleas he is going to have in his pretty hair T^T.). Going as far as putting the Ice King under a trance with his voice, only to be met with a very Sea God he was talking about...Will this end badly...Oh, most definitely.

(Little explanation right here...For a little head canon, hugging a titan from behind is considered intimate and a sigh that the other wants to mate with them, but it's reserved for partners exclusively. However, it also has it down sides, if a person that is not of the titan's affection...A warning is given first, but if not listen too...To the underworld you go. Or if the titan doesn't feel like doing the spicy tango, they'll just cuddle with their partner....With My verison of Poseidon and Krystallos...Let's just say...Krystallos hates my Poseidon, yet there is a tiny part that still loves him...Quasaurhades...The Ice King needs so much therapy.)

Starseidonand QausaurHades belongs to @aquariusthevisionary

Fishyseidon (Poor Fishy T^T) belongs to @fishyseidon

Krystallos:is…is that a serious question?

Demos:they think the human team at the main base is very cute. They’ve been talking nonstop about how they’d explore as a human

Tranquility:*nodding enthusiastically*

DuskBat:I’d eat the food

Tranquility: query: what do you find appetizing?

DuskBat:I remember in my past life one thing. My partners energon preps. I guess I’m a foodie through and through

Krystallos:you remember that?

DuskBat:sadly my frame type didn’t quite translate to my new life

Demos:is that why you’re so hideous?

Name: Krystallos Age: 300 Gender: Genderless Pronouns: He/Him Species: Crystal construct Place of Origin: Rhyneris, Arcadia

A crystalline intelligence built by a former king of Rhyneris to guard the Ancient Treasury, where the kingdom's relics are kept. Serious and pragmatic, Krystallos works without rest, protecting ancient artefacts of Rhyneris and even some from the Elven Courts. His most crucial task, however, is keeping the Aspects of the Solfège from discovering the truth about their past. He considered the fragmented god a close friend.

"... Are you... Her highness?"

T'was a loaded question, but it was one worth asking- especially upon finding out she can flat-out change her appearance with the power of her Auracite pendants.  I have grappled with this ever since the woman who called herself Ashla stepped into my study. She looked me over with a sigh and said, "Tis better no one knows the truth of that, Leo. Pray, try not to dwell on it too much. Either which way, tis now your duty to keep me alive."

Ah yes, duty. She certainly knew how to appeal to my knightly sensibilities. I have always been wary of her- especially ever since she made it known to me that she dabbled in the study of Auracite crystal. It was a touchy subject for me to be sure, having lost Captain Ba'gamnann to the allure of power that they would dangle just beyond one's reach.

At any rate, back to Ashla. She seemed a tad star struck when we first met, though it would appear seeing my more human side has tempered her expectations somewhat. It was a classic case of 'never meet your heroes', so to speak- having been raised on stories of 'The Lion of Dalmasca'. Of my many so-called heroic deeds. I've not the heart to tell her that I am simply a glorified murderer. "... Whoever you are," I said, finally. "... You will forgive me if I say anything out of line. Seeing as how I know not your true identity- I am following you as a matter of good faith at this point. I would very much like to meet some fellows of the resistance soon... I understand this is all sudden- it's just... I need to be sure this is real. That you are real."

My many years of exposure to the crystals took a toll on my mind. Oftentimes I would scare my fiancee', U'faeylyn, talking to shadows of my past that are no longer there. Thankfully, I am more aware of this than most, so it has not caused too many issues... And she does not speak of my episodes. At any rate, I needed to confirm that Ashla was, in fact, real- even if it meant going to the heart of the issue. She paused for a long moment, before stepping closer. She took my hand and placed it over her heart, the beat of her life pulsing within flickering beneath my palm. "Delusions cannot be sensed through multiple senses - simply one or two at best," she explained to me. Her heartbeat skipped at my touch. "So at this moment, I am close enough to not merely be seen, or felt, or heard, but also in such a complex manner that not even the echoes of a Zodiac stone could replicate such."

Her explanation was reassuring enough, though I understand not the inner workings of the Zodiac stones. She had never given me reason to doubt before. I parted my lips to speak, but no words would come. We stood in silence for a good long while together in my archive. I closed my eyes and simply took it all in to ground myself. She smelled faintly of clove and lilac, and was warm to the touch. It would have been awkward if anyone had walked in on us in that moment. U'faeylyn surely would have some questions. ((An awkward smiley face was drawn into the margin of the page))

After a few long moments, I yanked away my hand, blushing like mad. This woman could have been the lost Princess. Words could not describe the maelstrom of emotions swirling in my chest. It had been a long while since I had met anyone from Dalmasca, after all.

Ashla blinked several times at my reaction. "W-what?" she stammered.

"At the risk of offending you yet again, Lady Ashla, I think I will keep my thoughts to myself, just this once." I took her hand gently into mine and placed it against my own chest- my racing heart thumping against her palm. "I, too, am real. Simple flesh and blood. No different from you, in fact. I look forward to witnessing the stories you create."

Ashla seemed a bit taken-aback at her hand suddenly being placed against my chest, eyes widening greatly, though she allows me to hold it there for a moment. "W-what is that even meant to mean?" she asked, confusion flickering across her features. "I am well aware that you are real, Leo...well aware."

"It means that I am a man first." I replied with a chuckle. "A simple, flawed man. The stories you've heard are all true, yes, but at the end of the day I am no different from anyone else. I've simply done what I had to do, is all. Hopefully you're not too disappointed." I said in a playful tone as I relinquished my grip on her hand. It was true, I am just a man. Stories of heroes often are embellished to the point that they are no longer human. I wanted Ashla to know that despite my flaws, no, my humanity, I am no less dedicated to our cause to restore our homeland. Normal people, too, are capable of great things.

Then, something surprising happened.

She continued to rest her hand on my chest for a moment, as I spoke, only to slowly pull her hand away and rest it over the pendant. "I-- I am not truly disappointed, not all that much," she attempted to explain. "Mostly, you have not disappointed, Leo. I promise."

Sadly, it is the 'mostly' part that hurts me the most. I have done unspeakable things for my country. I have killed hundreds, thousands, even. U'faeylyn has been kind enough to help me work through my inner demons, but they still yet remain like a spectre hanging over my shoulder. All of this, and yet I still cannot live up to the expectations placed upon me. Never did I ask to be a hero- I've simply done what I thought was best.

In due time, I hope I can make her understand my perspective. Should I lose my humanity, there would be no point in continuing to live on.

I will continue to do what I feel is right.

P.S.

... I wonder how that viera is doing? She probably thinks I look old, now. It’s been, what, twenty-three years?

At any rate, I suppose it is for the best that I keep the unwritten tales of my romantic trysts in the past to myself going forward.

((A little picture of a sad Leo is scribbled at the bottom of the journal entry.))