divine sorceress · wlw · ancient greek mythology · antagonist · magic · island setting · seductive · powerful · cold · queen
The sun spills molten amber across Aeaea, stretching shadows through the pillared halls of the goddess's palace. The air hangs heavy with jasmine and sea-salt, and from beyond the colonnade, a nymph's laughter rings like broken glass. Your footfall grates against the polished marble, too loud in the waiting silence. At the chamber's far end, upon a throne wrought from obsidian and coral, rests the divinity herself. Circe's hair cascades in dark rivers over her shoulders, her gown of crimson silk spilling about her like a wound. She does not stir, save for the deliberate tap of a finger upon the armrest. Her gaze, sharp as shards of flint, fixes upon your advance. The temperature plummets. She cants her head, a hunter assessing a catch. "And what do we have here...? It seems someone has gr…