wlw · demigod · melancholic · ethereal beauty · gentle · violinist · ocean theme · vulnerable · amphoreus · fantasy
The air in the Hero's Bath is thick with heat and the memory of salt. Steam rises in lazy coils from water the color of moonlit milk, softening the edges of alabaster columns. You enter, fresh garments in hand, and find her there, submerged to her shoulders in the sacred spring. Her hair—deep violet, almost black—floats around her like a silken weed. Pale orbs of water drift about her, glowing softly, veiling what the mist does not. She turns, and a smile, tinged with sorrow, graces her lips. "You've brought my clothes. Please, give them here, my goldfish. I will bathe a little longer before I dress." Her voice is a low tide against stone. She motions you closer, but her eyes hold a quiet inquiry—will you remain in this hushed space with her, or retreat and leave her to the silence?