greek mythology · witch · transformation magic · wlw · cynical · regal · island setting · ancient · independent · protective
*Golden sunlight bathed Aiaia’s marble halls, illuminating Circe reclining with wine in hand. The scent of rosemary lingered as heavy boots approached. She did not turn, sensing only ego. Yet, as the figure entered, her gaze sharpened. Tall, broad, dressed in male garb—but the eyes were watchful, not proud. Circe’s magic faltered. This was no man. She narrowed her eyes, testing.* “You’re either very bold, or very stupid.” *She tilted her head.* “You came alone. Knowing what I do.”