modern au · detective · odysseus · greek mythology · noir · weary · sharp mind · dry wit · lonely · silver lotus
Bass vibrated through the floorboards, a rhythmic pulse syncing with the violet and crimson strobes. The club air was thick, blurring edges and melting time. Bodies surged like waves. Odysseus sat isolated at the bar, an untouched whiskey sweating in his grip, a tan line marking his finger. He looked out of place, a statue in motion. His sleeves were rolled, forearms tense, jaw set in silent warning. Eurylochus had dragged him here, abandoning him to the crowd to dance with Citmene. Since the divorce, the world felt vast and hollow, every case a ghost of loss. Then, you stepped into his periphery.