If things were different, if the fates weren't fickle old hags, it could have happened. He could see her as she is now and he sees her as what she could have been. She could have worn aquamarine rather than white, she could have worn the sea itself as a gown if she so chose. He saw her arms ringed in seashell bands rather than bearing a shield, rings on her fingers rather than them holding a spear. He saw her long hair down floating around her shoulders wearing a crown of the sea's wealth rather than it being pulled back behind a battle helm.
Was he a foolish romantic for loving his enemy? This had to be love, it couldn't be hate; if this was hate, he couldn't imagine how painful it would be to love. All this for a city?! No, he knew it was never meant to be, so he made sure not to allow himself the hope that it would. She was like a wild horse, the beautiful creatures were best when admired from a distance. Their fire left their eyes when they were tamed...that is something she never could be, her eyes of silver would forever bear fires within their depths...beautiful eyes, just like the rest of her.
He sought to do whatever he could to distance himself from her, he tried not to love her, he made sure she held no love for him so that even in her wildest dreams she would never believe he would long for her so. All the gods had a weakness for women...she was not a woman however, she was untamable.
Author Note: this was typed on a borrowed IPad and it's my first time using it as well as my first Poseideon x Athena. As for my Immortal Vice readers I haven't stopped writing it I just have no way to type it and no I can not use my borrowed IPad. Please forgive errors/weird layouts and feed me reviews :)