[His sons have gotten old enough that Poseidon lengthened their curfew some years ago. They might still be immature in ways, but he trusted them enough to return either before or just as the sea was getting too dark to find their way. Even if you knew your home like the back of your fins, finding it in the black ocean was near impossible unless you were Poseidon himself. And by night, everyone is accounted for as usual...except for one. And though it's been many years now since the last time Choromatsu didn't come home, Poseidon can't help but worry...but despite this, he gives his son the benefit of the doubt and waits.
And he waits.
And his brothers start to talk among themselves, wondering where the third eldest might have gone. Osomatsu, notably, says absolutely nothing, looking to be almost petrified with as much anxiety and fear as his father is. And it only takes one shared glance for Poseidon to have enough. He orders the others to stay in the reef, and he means it, before rushing out into the sea and immediately trying to put a lock on Choromatsu's location.
...except that he can't. He can sense five other little merfolk nearby...but the sixth is nowhere in the entire sea.
He just barely manages to stop himself from calling for his son verbally, not wanting to upset the others as he speeds off into the water, causing both sea life and non to part and move out of the god's way. Though he only searches for Choromatsu for ten minutes with no sign of him, it's enough to nearly send Poseidon himself to the surface to confirm the worst. Instead, out of seemingly nowhere, Choromatsu returns as a speck in the distance diving deeper and deeper still into the sea...one that Poseidon immediately tracks all the way back to his grotto.
He hears him long before he sees him, and his heart feels fit to burst with relief when he does. Just before he can make his way in, though, he hears him talking to himself. Then, yelling to himself.
The more Poseidon hears, the angrier he becomes. He trembles, his grip on his trident so hard that he can feel his gauntlets straightening beneath the pressure of his fists. And while the hole at the top of the cave is impossibly small for him to fit through, he discovers once he swims up there, it's not enough to stop him. It will never be enough.
Choromatsu will have only the warning of the moonlight being completely blocked above him for a fraction of a second before a voice pierces the tiny grotto with such a fierce bellow that he can feel it rock his body from the inside out, and the upper part of the grotto literally splits apart to let even more light in, revealing the source blocking the moon with his head and crown.]
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[His sons have gotten old enough that Poseidon lengthened their curfew some years ago. They might still be immature in ways, but he trusted them enough to return either before or just as the sea was getting too dark to find their way. Even if you knew your home like the back of your fins, finding it in the black ocean was near impossible unless you were Poseidon himself. And by night, everyone is accounted for as usual...except for one. And though it's been many years now since the last time Choromatsu didn't come home, Poseidon can't help but worry...but despite this, he gives his son the benefit of the doubt and waits.
And he waits.
And his brothers start to talk among themselves, wondering where the third eldest might have gone. Osomatsu, notably, says absolutely nothing, looking to be almost petrified with as much anxiety and fear as his father is. And it only takes one shared glance for Poseidon to have enough. He orders the others to stay in the reef, and he means it, before rushing out into the sea and immediately trying to put a lock on Choromatsu's location.
...except that he can't. He can sense five other little merfolk nearby...but the sixth is nowhere in the entire sea.
He just barely manages to stop himself from calling for his son verbally, not wanting to upset the others as he speeds off into the water, causing both sea life and non to part and move out of the god's way. Though he only searches for Choromatsu for ten minutes with no sign of him, it's enough to nearly send Poseidon himself to the surface to confirm the worst. Instead, out of seemingly nowhere, Choromatsu returns as a speck in the distance diving deeper and deeper still into the sea...one that Poseidon immediately tracks all the way back to his grotto.
He hears him long before he sees him, and his heart feels fit to burst with relief when he does. Just before he can make his way in, though, he hears him talking to himself. Then, yelling to himself.
The more Poseidon hears, the angrier he becomes. He trembles, his grip on his trident so hard that he can feel his gauntlets straightening beneath the pressure of his fists. And while the hole at the top of the cave is impossibly small for him to fit through, he discovers once he swims up there, it's not enough to stop him. It will never be enough.
Choromatsu will have only the warning of the moonlight being completely blocked above him for a fraction of a second before a voice pierces the tiny grotto with such a fierce bellow that he can feel it rock his body from the inside out, and the upper part of the grotto literally splits apart to let even more light in, revealing the source blocking the moon with his head and crown.]
CHOROMATSU.