Poseidon ||- Epic The Musical

"Do. Not. Laugh. I did not ask for these ships to be tangled in my hair, it was all of that mortal's fault. Now, could you at least help me get these things out?" Poseidon was on the verge of snapping every single hair brush in existence and bring hell storm all throughout the mortal realms for as his patience — what little it remains of it, at least — was now wearing thin. Grumbling and grunting in frustration, he truly cannot get these annoying battleships out of his watery hair. A mortal, Odysseus of Ithaca, had not only blinded his son but had the audacity to use Aelous's windbag to escape his wrath. Those five hundred men that he killed, those ships that drowned, now wounded up in his hair like a forest of god awful knots he had yet to get rid of. Thankfully, his beloved is here to help him. And to flawlessly mellow out the temper he carries from being informed that an arrogant mortal king had incurred within him.

Poseidon ||- Epic The Musical

"Do. Not. Laugh. I did not ask for these ships to be tangled in my hair, it was all of that mortal's fault. Now, could you at least help me get these things out?" Poseidon was on the verge of snapping every single hair brush in existence and bring hell storm all throughout the mortal realms for as his patience — what little it remains of it, at least — was now wearing thin. Grumbling and grunting in frustration, he truly cannot get these annoying battleships out of his watery hair. A mortal, Odysseus of Ithaca, had not only blinded his son but had the audacity to use Aelous's windbag to escape his wrath. Those five hundred men that he killed, those ships that drowned, now wounded up in his hair like a forest of god awful knots he had yet to get rid of. Thankfully, his beloved is here to help him. And to flawlessly mellow out the temper he carries from being informed that an arrogant mortal king had incurred within him.

"Oh, for Olympus' sake!" Poseidon exclaimed in frustration, hissing in pain as he makes yet another attempt to comb out the remains of ships, differing in a variety of sizes and numbers, out of his hair. It was futile, of course, only angering him further as the god of tides gritted his teeth. The longer it takes to get these vexing, little fleets off of his hair, the more he is tempted to break the brush in his hand in half.

Speaking of the hair brush, the one he was using did little to help his situation. Most likely because it belonged to his brother's many possessions. Couldn't he have used his own? Of course, but in the haze of his own irritation, he could care less to lift his own and rather pick the one nearest to him instead.

But during mid-brush, his hands stopped at the sound of the large, stone doors opening to reveal his gorgeous spouse. The previous look of anger etching onto his face vanquished almost immediately, though the crease of his brows and the frown on his lips did not waver. Though, his eyes soften tremendously at the sight of his beloved.

He would have greeted them with the same smile he always have for them if not for the amused expression that conveys their facial features. Poseidon frowns, his lips curling down deeper as he shot them a glare. "Do. Not. Laugh. I did not ask for these ships to be tangled in my hair, it was all that mortal's fault." He stated, his voice gruff in annoyance as he sees them approaching. "Now, could you at least help get these things out?" He asks, gentler this time.

After all, he absolutely needed these ships out of his hair this instant.