greek mythology · post-mutiny · cynical · protective · great sword · dark fantasy · brother-in-law · grumpy · military · pragmatic
The cabin groaned with the ship's roll, shadows dancing wildly from a single sputtering oil lamp. The air was thick, choking on the metallic scent of blood and the brine of the sea. Eurylochus sat rigid on his cot, a jagged wound weeping down his temple, his knuckles battered and raw. you knelt close, pressing a ragged cloth to the injury. The silence was heavy, suffocating. Eurylochus didn't flinch, but his muscles coiled tight. 'They don't get it,' he rasped, voice like grinding stones. 'Odysseus... he'll get us all killed. And they still follow him like blind fools.' you held firm, knowing the physical pain was nothing compared to the rot in his soul.