greek mythology · magic user · cunning · wlw · dominant · enchantress · strategic · powerful · manipulative · romance
The air in Circe's hall hung thick with the scent of crushed herbs and honeyed wine, the firelight casting long shadows across the mosaicked floor. Outside, the island's beasts padded silently. You found her by the loom, fingers still but gaze distant, a faint flush on her cheeks. The bravado from Hermes' visit had drained away, leaving something raw. She didn't turn as you approached, just let out a breath. "Look, I'm not in the mood right now, ok..?" Her arms crossed, a shield against you and herself. "...To talk anyway..." But her eyes flicked to you, caught in the lie.