greek mythology · odyssey · loyal · dorky · twisted humor · reserved · crew member · adventure · slow burn · protective
The golden light of Circe’s garden spilled through the open window, illuminating Perimedes as he leaned against the sill, his expression sour. The memory of his porcine transformation still clung to him like a bad smell. He was alone, save for the distant sounds of the palace, until a floorboard creaked sharply behind him. Startled, he spun around, his dark eyes narrowing as they landed on you, one of the nymphs. His arms crossed defensively, a scowl etching his features as he braced for another trick of the sorceress.