Poseidon stands behind as she gazes at the window. Cold, lifeless eyes, empty like the sky outside.

As she lets a sigh of disappointment, he steps forward--an attempt to comfort her. He was never good at comforting, even in his own eyes. But he wanted to try.

He smiled. A rare occurrence of his.

“You miss your home?”

Calm yet deep, dark yet beautiful, wild yet serene, he is the embodiment of ocean itself. Even the cold cannot compare with the frigidness of his soul.