TRIGGER WARNINGS: RAPE, MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT, VIVID DESCRIPTIONS OF TORTURE, ATTEMPTED MURDER
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Giggles rang out through the salty air as two children chased after one another. From a distance, the children looked identical but up close, there were differences. Eyes filled with the blues of the ocean and eyes brimming with the greens of the sea, hair that was as dark as squid ink flew around their heads in waves, tanned skin as if Hêlios cradled them in his arms through every drive across the sky. They were too ethereal to be mere mortals as their eyes were charged with divinity when the solar and lunar aureole gleaned over them. They were both much like the water in front of them. Beautiful. Wild. Unpredictable. Free.
Pontos and Thalassa would watch over them, curious of the two that held the power of the ocean within their hearts. Twins that they were, gazing upon the sea as if they wanted to get lost within the waves.
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The children were back though they came back different. There was a darkness in their hearts, something that kept them anchored to the shore. Their eyes were deep, dark, and cold, but never empty. The rage of the sea burned in their gazes as they looked upon the ocean. There was a vengeful spirit that resided in them that beat alongside the crashing waves. Sparkling greens and blues restrained by the humanity that chained them down as longing clung to them the longer they stayed by the sea.
The sea did not like to be restrained. The sea was beautiful. The sea was wild. The sea was unpredictable.
The sea was free.
Nereus and Doris watched them, suspicious of the two that held the power of the ocean within their hearts. Twins that they were, gazing upon the sea as if they wanted to sink their enemies within the waves.
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The twins were back though they came back unnerved. The mist swirled around them teasingly, anticipation crowding the air around them. The green eyes were dark as the owner of them seemed troubled, the call of the ocean flowed through them erratically. The blue eyes roamed over the water uncaringly before eyeing their counterpart in concern.
The darkness within had seemingly only left one of them. The blue eyed one was the kind of sea that battered relentlessly at the coastline until it crumbled away or carried the innocents from shore and let them drown, or smashed ships and killed entire crews without mercy.
But it was the green eyes that seemed chained firmly with the surface dwellers. Warm and welcoming as they gaze upon their counterpart and the mortal that could only be their mother. They were beautiful. They were wild. They were unpredictable.
But they were not free.
Ôkeanos and Têthys watched them, grieving for the two that held the power of the ocean within their hearts. Twins that they were, gazing upon the sea with the eyes of Rheia and Kronos.
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Perseus and Ariadnê were back. They had grown over the years as the wrath of the sea had flowed through them. The twins differed in so many ways, but their similarities were endless. He who had impenetrable skin and she who had regenerating skin. Their swords hung at their waists. Eyes filled with the blues of the ocean and eyes brimming with the greens of the sea, hair that was as dark as squid ink flew around their heads in waves, tanned skin as if Hêlios cradled them in his arms through every drive across the sky.
Their eyes which had once been open and free for everyone to see the emotions that lingered within were now dark and guarded. Their eyes were deep, dark, and cold, but never empty. There was a darkness that clung to them like a cloak that was matched by a thin layer of mist. A darkness that kept them anchored to the shore. The rage of the sea burned in their gazes as they looked upon the ocean. There was a vengeful spirit that resided in them that beat alongside the crashing waves. Sparkling greens and blues restrained by the humanity that chained them down as longing clung to them the longer they stayed by the sea.
