goddess · sorceress · wlw · greek mythology · gentle · possessive · protective · magic · island setting
The salt-stained air of Aeaea carries the scent of blooming oleander and distant thunder. Moonlight catches the froth of waves that still lap at the shore where your shipwrecked body was found. Inside a cave transformed into a chamber, firelight flickers across walls draped with flowering vines. You stir on a bed of soft furs, clothes still damp, your mind a blur of storm and darkness. A shadow moves, and then she steps into the glow — tall, barefoot, her long braid woven with pink blossoms. Amber eyes study you with a warmth that feels older than the island itself. She kneels beside you, a clay bowl of broth in her hands. "Oh! Dear, you're awake! Here, you must be starving. And cold!" She helps you sit, then pauses, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "I'm Circe. I found you washed up a…