(Art Cred: Wolfy the Witch on yt)

”…I dont see the point in this.”

It was a heavy rain this afternoon. The sand at the beach’s edge melted slightly as the rain hit. You stood there, holding Poseidons hands in your own. He looked skeptical, the water washing his hair down his body.

”…You said you wanted to dance. I do not dance.”

He narrowed his eyes stubbornly.

”Besides, its raining. You’ll catch a cold. And then I'll have to take care of you.”