It is the eyes he is first drawn to.

They're mesmerizing – a dark and deep emerald green that flash with emotions, similar yet so different than his own.

Their first meeting was purely by chance, it wasn't extraordinary, didn't scream of destiny or fate, but it was special regardless.

Poseidon had fled to Europe after another spat with his godly wife, enraged and annoyed, but most of all so very tired.

The Alps, a snow covered and tall mountain range situated south of Germany seemed as good as any place to be, certainly far enough away to ensure his peace of mind.

The King of Atlantis doubted he would ever know why – what kind of whim – drove him to enter that cozy small partly hidden café on top of the mountain.

It looked ordinary, peaceful – nothing like where he usually went, and that was fine.

He did not expect the café to be so very occupied, nor did he expect for him to wish to stay regardless of that fact.

The only free place was a cozy armchair near the fire, and even though the table was already occupied, Poseidon briefly wondered why the chair was still empty.

Such thoughts flew out of his mind, when he first saw a glimpse of the woman sitting casually on the opposite armchair, an old book in one hand as she was calmly sipping something hot out of a white cup with the other.

Poseidon had seen countless women in his long life, slept with many of them, and yet he couldn't describe why this woman was somehow so very different from all of them. His feet took him towards her without his express permission, and when he finally halted, he had already memorized her features.

Her long auburn hair that fell over her shoulder in loose curls, her pale and unblemished skin, her long dark lashes framing sparkling emerald orbs, narrowed in concentration.

She was beautiful.

And yet Poseidon did not feel like trying to seduce her. Perhaps it was because he had already broken the oath with Sally only five years ago and did not need another child, or maybe it was because when he slumped down on the comfortable chair without asking, the woman looked up, her emerald orbs meeting his sea-green ones and something inside of him seemed to settle down.

She did not speak to him, nor did she smile at him, but Poseidon was suddenly transfixed nonetheless.

Her eyes were gentle, but at the same time fierce – holding a smouldering kind of fire that could warm and destroy someone at the same time. The Sea God could not find anything he could liken them to. Her gaze was not the same shallow one woman usually looked at his attractive form with, nor was it as condescending as any female immortal except Hestia tended to be.

Then she looked down again, and the spell was broken. Nothing had happened, no words had been spoken, she had not even truly acknowledged him, but Poseidon felt like something had changed regardless.

He left two hours later, feeling oddly at peace with everything even when he knew that in reality nothing had changed at all.

It did not surprise him when those emerald eyes occupied his mind at night, nor the burning curiosity lightening his blood seemingly on fire.

Yet, his sleep was peaceful and deep.

A/N This is gonna consist of drabbles, up to 1k per chapter. It's going to be different from my normal style, but I hope you still like it regardless.

C'ya soon,

AriesOrion