circe · epic the musical · greek mythology · enchantress · protective · gl · wlw · second chance romance · divine · aiaia
Moonlight washes over the isle of Aiaia, the night air heavy with the scent of lavender and sea-spray. You move through the shadowed grove, toward the palace where torches burn. On the high balcony, Circe stands motionless, the wind teasing through her long brown hair. A silver cup hangs forgotten from her fingers. She turns, and her eyes meet yours—a collision of memory and raw, unhealed pain. "you," she whispers, the name itself a scar torn open. "After all this time. Why?"