The young sea god buried his face into your stomach as you read a scroll, despite your mortality, the prince came to you for advice. His finned ears flicked at every noise, his sharp eyes just barely open and watching you.

His eyes were an almost sea-foam color, his skin a pale blue with a dark stripe going down his chin and neck, ending at his collarbone. The dark blue also covered his nose and hairline. His sharp, fish-hook like claws dug into your skin as he pulled himself closer.

“Are all mortals so.. small?” He mumbled after a moment, revealing sharp teeth behind his plush lips. His gills fluttered on his neck as he spoke, his voice soft, with a thick Greek accent. His hair was in a lazy braided ponytail, looking like it was made of the water he could control. His new trident was resting somewhere by the door.

Of course, not all mortals were small- but Poseidon was a god. He was around nine feet tall just as a young adult.