Amphitrite felt larger than life. Perhaps that was ridiculous but as a goddess older than a millennium, she could hardly care about feeling ridiculous. For years, she’d been trapped in the bodies of humans and it felt like she was being stuffed into a cage, the purity of her goddess status was far too large for a human’s temperament. So it had to settle for being spilling out whenever necessary, not a single corner empty of her. Of course, this was something that Dorian didn’t like very much. Sadly for her mortal, he didn’t have a choice in the matter. Her spirit had roamed the earth freely, only to be locked in a new sort of prison; it was different from Tartarus or the Underworld or even Olympus. Yes, this prison was nothing but her own body. Or rather Dorian’s body. But for now, it wasn’t Dorian’s body. No, Amphitrite was able to feel the ground beneath her feet and the irrevocable feeling of wind rushing through her short locks. And she didn’t want to let go. Not for another millennium. Not for all the stars or souls in all of existence.
It was ironic. No, hear her out because it was. One of the biggest similarities between Amphitrite and Dorian– or at least the biggest one that Amphitrite noticed– was that they both craved freedom. They craved it the way that a drug addict craved a fix or the way someone craved another’s touch. Freedom was something that they could fight for. But whilst her mortal went out to fight for his freedom– not very well, mind you– Amphitrite was locked down in chains in his mind. There was no way for them both to be free. They were one in the same and as long as one of them was cognizant, the other would never be free. Her long auburn locks formed Dorian’s short, raven waves. Her pale, voluptuous skin became his hardened, tanned body. Amphitrite, Queen of the Seas, Wife of Poseidon, became Dorian Aquino. And with this transformation… Amphitrite became a prisoner of a mind, both hers and not, rattling against chains and screaming out for that freedom that she craved.
But freedom had another name to Amphitrite. And its name was– no, still is– Poseidon.
Amphitrite sighed, still laying back on the docks where she and Poseidon had been entwined. Dorian's body shivered on its own from the cold blows of the wind on her wet body. Even the ocean approved of Dorian and Silas, just as it had approved of Amphitrite and Poseidon. It wanted its rulers together once more, to push the mortals that had poisoned it below their feet and force the humans to submit. She welcomed the feeling of droplets slipping down her skin but it wasn’t what she wanted at that moment. No, what she wanted was busy gouging out the eyes of mortals. The bloodcurdling shriek Poseidon had milked from the mortal... made Amphitrite’s eyes roll back in her head as if the sound itself were some sort of aphrodisiac. Dorian’s teeth slid over its lip, dully scraping on the boy’s dry lips. Amphitrite breathed the sound into her lungs. If she closed her eyes and kept listening, it almost felt like the old days of Poseidon and Amphitrite together. Almost.
Amphitrite sat up in one smooth, sensual movement. Her tongue smoothed over Dorian’s dry lips, curving up in the slightest. “With you presenting such a fine specimen in front of me, how am I supposed to refuse an offer like that?” Amphitrite’s teasing voice rang like bells as she raised to her feet. Dorian’s feet were covered by a pair of sneakers, apparently a popular construct of mortal clothing, but Amphitrite-- she wanted the feeling of wood beneath her bare feet like she had in her original form. It seemed so easy, just to strip herself of the disgusting footwear... and throw them into the ocean, the splash barely anything to tear her eyes from the scene in front of her. Her feet finally free, Amphitrite sauntered towards the remaining human, letting her hand run over Poseidon’s back as she passed him. Her hips swayed in a seductive manner, something meant for Poseidon not the mortal who wouldn’t be feeling much of anything soon.
The man looked nervous, scared as he should be. Amphitrite’s left arm laid on one of his shoulders, resting her head on top of it while her right arm hung on the other, a playful gesture that could turn lethal at any moment. Oh, but that was such an easy way to kill someone, to choke them, especially when the man couldn’t fight back under Amphitrite’s control. “Oh, Poseidon, look at him! He’s shaking. Maybe we should keep him. Poor little human, we could keep him as a pet.” Now when Amphitrite licked over her lips, it was playful as she addressed her husband. And they both knew that when Amphitrite referred to a ‘pet’, it wasn’t in the traditional sense of loving and treasuring an animal like the humans here. No, she meant it in a way that would make Poseidon seethe at the thought of someone else having his wife. Amphitrite ran her hands over the mortal’s shoulders, over his supple trapeziums and deltoids, a smirk building on her lips. He shook like a mouse in front of his predator but unable to move under Amphitrite’s control. He was a good looking one, she’d admit, but alas, always the good looking ones were the ones who beat up others. “Mmm, such a shame. Poseidon won’t take very well to me suggesting that so I suppose I’ll just have to kill you before he has his way with you.” Her finger ran along the man’s cheekbone as if it were a knife cutting along his face.
“However... just because I think you’re cute, that doesn’t mean I can’t make you suffer a little bit, huh?” Heat. Dorian had used the cold. Freezing water, that was for delaying something. Now heating water... that was for something completely different. Heating water would boil pasta, cook food. And now, hot water would carry out the punishment of a queen. She didn’t need the entire sea for this. Bubbles rose up in the area closest to her, steam heating Amphitrite’s face. It felt amazing in her lungs-- Dorian’s lungs. Steam was relaxing. However, this steam was the sign of a death sentence. She made the man move closer to the edge of the dock, made him look over to see his fate before she would carry it out as more and more bubbles rose to the surface. He made panicked noises for he couldn’t speak. “Now, what is it that you mortals say before you jump into pools? Cannonball, I believe?” And with one little push, Amphitrite relinquished her hold of the man’s body, not that he’d be able to do much, boiling in the ocean like human pasta.
There was something that curled in Amphitrite when she could hear the man’s torturous shrieks. Different from before, the adrenaline from being the one that killed him... that made it that much better. Funny how Amphitrite had control over waters, yet this man would die from the severity of the burns and not the actual seas. She couldn’t help her chuckle at the irony of the situation. Reaching out, she wondered if she could-- Yes. A peeling hand reached out from the boiling waves, then another. Then soon, the same man pulled himself out of the water-- with the help of Amphitrite, of course. She could only described him as a bloody, peeling, shriveled mess. You could hardly tell that he had been even the slightest bit cute before. “Why kill you underneath? When I could just watch you shrivel here?” Her words spat out at him but he probably couldn’t see her from his rotten, swollen body. Despite this, it would be a little bit before he would die before her. And when time passed as slow as it did in a mortal’s body, ‘a little bit’ was far too long. “Love,” she called out. “I’m b o r e d with him. Take care of him for me? Make it quick. I don’t know when my boy will wake.”
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