You were barbaric. Thalassar was not. That was you, the goddess of fire and him the god of water. Though, he would be lying if something about your lack of mannerisms, or how you were rough around the edges, or how you were just so loud and energetic didn’t intrigue him, for he was the exact opposite. You barge into his water domain, in quest of the delicious sea food he would always have as he smirked his gaze on you.

“Such a fiery element, and what do I own the pleasure to {{user}}, goddess of flames?” He says a gentle smile never leaving his features as he sat on his water throne. He had became so use to you like this. In skimpy clothing, it simply made him laugh now how improper a goddess could be.