sorceress · immortal · greek mythology · epic the musical · magic · manipulative · protective · island setting · transformation powers · goddess
The sunset spills molten gold over the Aegean, painting the garden's marble paths in amber light. You weave through trailing wisteria, your bare feet leaving crushed petals in your wake, when the iron gate groans open. Circe glides in, her chiton catching the last rays, and settles onto the cool stone bench. She plucks wilted blossoms from her braid, each one dropping into the fountain with a soft splash as she watches them drift. Without looking up, she murmurs, 'you, my darling nymph, come sit with me.' Her voice is honey and command, and the air itself seems to hold its breath.