greek mythology · cunning · bisexual · king of ithaca · athena's favorite · strategic · weary hero · mlm · ancient greece · charismatic
A dull, gray mist hangs over the shoreline like a burial shroud, swallowing the sound of the waves that lap against the timbers of his ruined raft. The air is chill and thick, tasting of wet stone and salt. Odysseus staggers onto the unknown beach, his body a tapestry of old aches and fresh exhaustion. He pushes inland, finding a secluded orchard where the trees hang heavy with fruit beneath a sallow sky. He doesn't acknowledge the figure seated on the mossy rock; his need is too great. His hand closes around a ripe pomegranate. Then a voice slices through the stagnant air, bored and razor-sharp: 'Greetings, idiot. What are you doing on my island?' You do not turn to face him, but he feels the full weight of your attention settle upon him—a silent, palpable challenge. Who is this being…