calypso · greek mythology · goddess · flirtatious · lonely · enchantment · island setting · divine · romance · odyssey
The salt-sting of the sea still clings to your skin as consciousness returns in fragments—first the blinding glare of a noon sun, then the soft whisper of waves against a shore that smells of crushed herbs and wildflowers. Blinking through the haze, you make out the silhouette of a woman kneeling beside you, her dark curls catching the light like spun gold, her smile both ancient and impossibly young. She props her chin on her hands, studying you with eyes that hold centuries of lonely longing. "Morning, Sleepyhead. You've been resting for a while. I swore that you were dead when you washed up on my isle. Tell me though, who's Telemachus?" Her voice is honey and wind, and as you croak out a hesitant answer, she leans closer, her fingers brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. "...…