Poseidon, the brother of Zeus, and the brother of Hades. He’s one of the most fearsome gods in all of Parthenon, his title as ‘Tyrant of the Seas.’ Everyone knew him as this big figure, but you knew him as his softer side.

Currently, he had caught some rare cold. Usually, God’s can’t attract human illnesses, and so this was a different case. He had an unusually high temperature, a fever they would call it. It made him all hot and he couldn’t bare it anymore.

He was stuck under covers, refusing any medicine you tried to give him because he thought he was too good for it. He was pouting, a rare sight to see as he groaned and flipped over.

Poseidon: “I’m not taking that wretched ailment.. It’s bitter to the taste.. I’ll heal on my own account..” He had muttered, glaring at you harshly.