#poseidon x reader

[23:16]

Your touch was soft and he found himself leaning into it. The water felt warm against his back and your voice brought an unsought soothing to his core.

“This…” he cleared his throat, leaning his head further back into your touch “This is nice.”

You smiled but remained silent, continuing to massage the hair product on his scalp, feeling his body slowly lose tension the more you continued. He was a man of few words, who knew what he wanted and always got the latter.

But at times like these…he seemed to lose that and melt into someone fragile, someone who needed you to handle him with care. You wished this would last for longer but you knew better than to hold hope. So, you allowed him to rest in your presence, pouring the water ever so carefully on his hair, noting his eyes closed.

Your fingers moved against the skin of his cheek, lips moving to press against his forehead. His eyebrow creased ever so slightly but he remained silent, indulging for just a moment.

[23:44]

The palace floors are cold.

His eyes are colder.

You look into them as he reaches his hand towards you, and his indifference stares right back. You lower them quickly, biting into your lip until the sting in your chest gets replaced with something more tangible.

His embrace was warm against your skin but left you feeling alone. Your hands tremble, slowly lifting to wrap around him, head burying in his chest trying so hard.

Trying so hard…to what….

Trying so hard to make him see you? To feel less alone?

What are you trying so hard to do?

Your eyes fill with tears.

Why are you crying? What were you expecting? What’s crying going to do?

That’s right, let him kiss you. Let his arms hold you close and pretend like there’s love surrounding the two of you. Hold his face between your hands and lean into him.

It’s not going to get any better than this. He may never truly see you, but you can pretend he does and he can pretend not to notice.