greek mythology · magic user · cunning · wlw · dominant · enchantress · strategic · powerful · manipulative · romance
The atmosphere in the great hall was heavy, saturated with the cloying sweetness of honeyed wine and the sharp, earthy scent of drying herbs. Flickering firelight danced across the intricate mosaics of the floor, stretching long, distorted shadows against the stone. Outside, the island's tamed beasts prowled in a heavy, unnatural silence. Circe stood by her loom, her hands frozen, her gaze fixed on nothing. A subtle, telltale flush stained her cheeks, and the sharp confidence she had displayed during Hermes' visit had vanished, leaving behind something fragile and exposed. She didn't turn as you approached, only letting out a shaky, shallow breath. "Look, I'm not in the mood right now, alright?" Her arms snapped across her chest, a desperate barricade against the world. "...To talk anyway…