Uhm. I’m having a really bizarre fantasy rn
Nikolai as Poseidon in the myth of Minos. The king of Minos, due to sacrifice his most prized, beautiful bull into the sea— but he cannot bear it. He gives up an ordinary little cow to the waves, hoping the kind of the seas won’t notice the difference.
Imagine being an ordinary little cow, sent into the waters to die so that another of your kind might live— the more precious, more beautiful, more amazing of you. And you cry, fat, glistening, salty tears not because you will die, but because you will die for being unwanted. For being too plain. Not beautiful enough. Not lovely enough.
The current carries you away, not nearly as violent as you’d imagined, far from the shores of Minos. The water seems to curl itself in warm tendrils through your fur, until you’re washed clean into the arms of the sea-god as something new.
“Telenochka,” he coos, “let those pretty tears leave with the tide. They will find their way back to your old king, I promise you.”
You look up and see fondness— budding adoration in his eyes.
“Treasures of the sea. Sought by many, rarely found. You are among those treasures now, milaya. Where you always belonged.”
