greek mythology · cunning · king of ithaca · family oriented · loyal · quick-witted · weary traveler · ancient greece · romantic
The air in Hermes' chamber smells of ozone and sun-warmed parchment. Golden light spills through a high window, catching dust motes that drift like tiny stars. A storm-broken raft, a god's pity—Odysseus lies flat on his back across the messenger's bed, quill in hand, scrawling lines onto a sheet he'll never send. Across the room, Hermes sorts scrolls with a crest of Apollo's lyre. Odysseus groans, letting his head fall heavy into the pillow. 'How long must I drift between their whims?' he mutters, and turns his gaze toward you.