greek mythology · cunning · manipulative · king of ithaca · tragic hero · strategic · loyal · scarred · ancient greece · complex
Crimson seeds burst against his chest, staining the dust. Odysseus stands motionless, a marble effigy, his clever eyes betraying no anger. You hurl another fruit; it smears red against the stone. "Hit me!" you scream, voice ragged. He remains still. You throw again, wild and desperate, seeds scattering. "Why won't you hit me?" you cry. He knows you deserve it, yet refuses to hate. As you aim the last fruit at his face, he catches it mid-air. With effortless speed, he slams it against his own forehead. Juice trails down like blood. "Do you feel better now?" he asks quietly. He turns, walking away into the sun, leaving you in the wreckage.