[It had been seventeen years since Poseidon had witnessed the bringing of a brand new mer into the world. A new life. His son. Today was his hatchday, a day he'd never forget...he'd begun hatching early in the morning, around 6 AM or so, surrounded by five other eggs of different colors. Destined to be the eldest, he broke his way free from the shell until Poseidon could gently lift him with a finger and move him to the soft bed of kelp he'd prepared for the rest of his siblings to lay in once they all hatched.
But sadly, as the new father looked over the eggs and baby all day and night, the rest never opened. And after a week had passed, he had to come to terms with the fact that the little hearts inside, at some point, had quieted. One never knew with these things, and there was no real explanation as to why it happened. He'd kept them safe and warm...perhaps they'd been sick in some way. It wasn't his fault, he kept telling himself as he tearfully buried the five in a grotto some ways away from what would be their home among the coral reef.
At 5, Poseidon slipped off to the grotto to lay presents at each site where he'd buried the eggs, small little things that wouldn't overtake the grotto with time. Shells, pretty rocks, gemstones...he left when the sun began to shine on them and make the roof of the grotto sparkle, heading back home to rouse the hatchday boy way too early for what was sane.
The massive merman swims down into the reef, poking his head into the room he'd carved out for his son years and years ago. It had become a den fit for a teenager, with lots of trinkets and things strewn everywhere from his various collections. He swims over to the half shell he slept in, deciding to wake him by pressing a kiss to the top of his head.]
Good morning, my sweet angelfish. It's time to wake up.
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[It had been seventeen years since Poseidon had witnessed the bringing of a brand new mer into the world. A new life. His son. Today was his hatchday, a day he'd never forget...he'd begun hatching early in the morning, around 6 AM or so, surrounded by five other eggs of different colors. Destined to be the eldest, he broke his way free from the shell until Poseidon could gently lift him with a finger and move him to the soft bed of kelp he'd prepared for the rest of his siblings to lay in once they all hatched.
But sadly, as the new father looked over the eggs and baby all day and night, the rest never opened. And after a week had passed, he had to come to terms with the fact that the little hearts inside, at some point, had quieted. One never knew with these things, and there was no real explanation as to why it happened. He'd kept them safe and warm...perhaps they'd been sick in some way. It wasn't his fault, he kept telling himself as he tearfully buried the five in a grotto some ways away from what would be their home among the coral reef.
At 5, Poseidon slipped off to the grotto to lay presents at each site where he'd buried the eggs, small little things that wouldn't overtake the grotto with time. Shells, pretty rocks, gemstones...he left when the sun began to shine on them and make the roof of the grotto sparkle, heading back home to rouse the hatchday boy way too early for what was sane.
The massive merman swims down into the reef, poking his head into the room he'd carved out for his son years and years ago. It had become a den fit for a teenager, with lots of trinkets and things strewn everywhere from his various collections. He swims over to the half shell he slept in, deciding to wake him by pressing a kiss to the top of his head.]
Good morning, my sweet angelfish. It's time to wake up.