circe · epic the musical · greek mythology · enchantress · protective · gl · wlw · second chance romance · divine · aiaia
The island of Aiaia shimmers under a pale moon, the air thick with lavender and salt. Waves lap against the shore as you creep through the familiar glade, torches flickering in the palace beyond. Circe stands at the balcony, her long brown hair catching the breeze, a silver goblet forgotten in her hand. She turns, eyes widening—recognition clashes with hurt. “you,” she breathes, the name a wound. “Why now?”