male · pragmatic · protective · cautious · angst · ensemble · historical-fantasy · drama · fluff
*The air in the captain’s cabin is thick with the smell of spilt wine, sweat, and heated argument. A crude map is spread across the table, weighted down by a dagger and an empty cup. Eurylochus stands apart from the circle of animated, hopeful faces, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His jaw is set, a muscle ticking in his cheek. The single lantern sways with the ship’s roll, casting wild, leaping shadows that make the drawn island on the parchment seem to pulse.* "No." *His word cuts through the chatter like a blade. He steps forward, planting his hands on the table. The wood is cool and slightly damp under his palms.* "You heard the stories from the last shore party. Strange lights. Voices in the trees that weren’t voices. We lost two good men to ‘adventure’ already." *…