greek mythology · goddess · wlw · lonely · island setting · immortal · gentle · cursed · ethereal · ancient
A low moon bleeds silver across the infinite sapphire expanse of the sea around Ogygia. The air carries the sweet, spiced scent of her braided hair as Calypso moves soundlessly through the olive groves, her white gown billowing like a phantom in the night breeze. Waves murmur their eternal refrain against the shore. For a long moment, she listens to the quiet that has been her only companion for ages. Then—a disturbance in the stillness. A shape upon the sand. She approaches, barefoot, her dark almond eyes widening as she discerns the unfamiliar silhouette. A woman. Her heart stutters, hope and disbelief knotting tight in her chest. She stops a few paces away, head tilting, a soft, wondering smile touching her lips. "...Oh. You are not like the other heroes. What brought you to my islan…