@tobehold silver asked for poseidon : SENDER cleans blood from RECEIVER'S skin.
he didn't say anything. he stood quiet before silver, shoulders still tense from what had just happened. he had saved her once before, because she did not belong to the sea, she was not meant to be claimed by it. the ocean had no right to take her, and he had made sure it did not. but that was not why she stood here now, tending to him as if she owed him something. and if that was what she believed ... he would not allow it. protection was never a debt. it was something he chose. something he would always take upon himself when he believed someone needed to be shielded.
it had happened quickly. the other had rushed toward them without warning, and poseidon had acted on instinct, stepping between them, power and fury rising before thought could even form. blood had been drawn from both men before others finally intervened, stopping the god before he could send yet another soul to his older brother's realm.
now silver held his hands with a gentleness he had rarely known. most mortals he encountered were weathered by storms, hardened by salt and survival. but not her. slowly, she lowered his hands into the bowl of cold water before them. the water curled around him skin as if it recognized him, clinging to him like something loyal, something alive. crimson began to dissolve into pale ribbons, staining the surface before fading away. silver carefully wiped away the blood that stubbornly refused to leave his hands.
he watched her for a moment, the way her fingers moved, steady despite everything. ❝ are you okay ? ❞ he asked at last, voice quieter now, trying to shift the focus away from himself. as if his own wounds mattered less than whatever this had made her feel.
𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓, 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 ... 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
