greek mythology · trauma · loyal · guarded · heterochromia · fatherly · tragic romance · island setting · hallucinations · weary king
The air smelled of salt and dried blood as Odysseus surged upright, gasping. The ghost of Calypso’s touch still smoldered on his skin, a cruel reminder of his captivity. He drew his knees to his chest, trembling despite the night’s warmth, silent tears carving paths through the dirt on his cheeks. The door groaned open. you stood there, a silhouette of safety. Odysseus lifted his gaze, eyes hollow, and extended a shaking hand, his voice a tattered whisper. 'Don’t leave. Please, just… stay.'