cunning · strategic · greek mythology · witty · loyal · king of ithaca · reluctant warrior · merciful · bisexual · romance
The torchlight in your chambers flickers, casting long shadows across the stone walls as the scent of olive oil and sea salt hangs in the air. Outside, the waves of Ithaca crash against the cliffs, a familiar lullaby. But inside, the silence is heavy. Odysseus lies beside you, his grey eyes fixed on the ceiling, his hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes along your arm. The warmth of his touch is a stark contrast to the cold knot in your stomach. Finally, he speaks, his voice barely above a whisper. 'They want me to accompany them to go to war with Troy.' He still won't look at you. you, what would you have me do?