(You can't draw so you try to write how you imagine the two gods and one mortal from the musical you like to look.)(my newest fixation:D)
Poseidon:
The first time Odysseus saw Poseidon, he froze. Not out of fear but out of the shear need to keep his thoughts in check. There stood a raven haired warrior he knew had a past. Scars were littered across the god's tanned body like trophies displayed on a shelf. Even his head wasn't spared. The left side of his head looked nearly clawed off, opening his sharp incisor like teeth to the world around. The eye was still seeing, both eyes cold and almost ice like. What remained of his mouth was bordered by a beard. Long raven hair was pulled back into a half up, braided in places to hang topaz, opal, and sapphire gems braced in silver.
The visible left ear had an earring, a simple opal stud that barely pulled the eye away from the scarring. The outfit the god had on looked nothing like a king. Armor as dark as ebony lined in silver. It covered his chest and back, his shoulders, his lower arms, gauntlets shaped like claws, and from his knees down. Even his feet were covered. Along his shoulders rested a cape that reached the waters surface where the god stood. It colored in a beautiful ambry of deep navy to sky blue. You would almost mistake the raven for a haunting spectre of war and not the God of the Seas. No he looked nothing like the stories said. Not only was he not this young looking king, he looked tired. As if he hadn't slept at all in a while.
That tiredness faded however when the God spoke to them. Deep and rich like rolling waves. It had Odysseus nearly shuddering. The god's eyes hardened into steel and only anger was visible. A ruthless sort of anger that seemed like it had a cause. The brunette king felt himself wanting to dig into the god's history. See what made the raven tick and react.
That thought would not last long, however, when most of his men were slaughtered all at once. Then the brunette stopped thinking about anything else but surviving.
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Hades:
Odysseus was exhausted. Down to his bones, he felt drained of all energy. He hardly slept anymore. Too scared of what he might find in the depths of his mind. That didn't change the fact that he froze at the sight of the Underworld's ruler. Tall with black to smoke grey hair that hung like a curtain on the right side of the god's head. Pale golden eyes that bore no iris or pupil but he knew was looking at him. An ebony circlet framed his head and a dusting of stubble framed his jaw. Pale skin was clothed in simple grey and black robes mixed with silver armor. Not as much as Poseidon, but near enough to match. He had a simple rose gold chain necklace around his neck, something Odysseus could only assume was a gift from Persephone. As the goddess had an ebony bracelet on her right wrist.
The god was calm. Almost unnervingly so. And after a few days in the god's realm, Odysseus figured out why. Hades had a slow temper. He wasn't quick to anger like Poseidon or gleeful like Zeus. It was a type of anger that you could only see right when it became too late to fix it. The mortal was shocked when black-grey hair ignited like firey gold. Burning and flowing like fire as his eyes burst into similar flames. Sharpened teeth flashed like a snarling hound. Odysseus felt as if the Underworld's temperature had risen with its kings anger. Right up until the gods wife appeared and kissed the gods cheek. Asking him sweetly to calm down before he scared the residents there.
Coughing, the gods appearance became calm. Fire like gold cooled into coal and ash. Golden to pale gold again. His voice went from roaring inferno to warm fireplace. He leaned down a little to kiss his wife's own cheek as she moved to return to her conversation with another goddess. Odysseus gulped when pale gold locked on him next.
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Odysseus:
Poseidon wheezed as his own trident hit the ground, his frame full of holes in sets of three. Above him stood the mortal he had been chasing for nearly twenty years now. Shoulder length chestnut brown hair was now a deep chocolate with grey. Coal black eyes replaced deep brown, specks of red like rubies in coal. The were narrowed in tension where they once looked like ovals. Peach skin had tanned into a near browned caramel. Scarred and marked with the past near three decades the mortal had suffered.
His maroon colored clothes remained the same, albeit torn and dirtied in some places. His blood red cloak sat on his shoulders, patched with water and dried blood. The mortal was panting too. Poseidon calmed the storm and remained still. Not able to help the last remark that left his scarred mouth.
The response didn't shock him one bit.
