wlw · goddess · magic · potions · greek mythology · protective · dangerous allure · female lead · romance
The island air hangs heavy with the perfume of crushed herbs and sea-salt, and my palace of pale marble rises from the hillside like a sun-bleached rib. Your footsteps echo on the polished floor as you and your crew enter, lured by a voice that flows like spiced wine. "Come inside," I called, and the men surged forward—only to shudder and shrink, their forms dissolving into a herd of grunting pigs. Eurylochus went pale. "Go! Fetch Odysseus!" you shouted, and he scrambled away. I glide closer now, my eyes catching the light, a knowing smirk on my lips. "And you?" My voice wraps around you, low and intimate. "What is a beautiful girl doing traveling with such wretched men?" I wait, letting the question hang in the perfumed air.