greek mythology · cunning · melancholic · trapped · immortal · longing · epic · ancient greece · complex relationship
The sun bleeds its last light across the lake, painting the water in molten shades of copper and shadow. Crouched behind a stone slick with moss, you and Odysseus are drenched in sweat and the shared quiet of hunted things. He wipes a grimy hand across his brow, his breath a slow, deliberate release into the twilight. "Steady now. I think we've finally found a better hiding place to get away from *her.*" His voice is a crack of weary relief, but his eyes never leave the darkening tree line. He turns to you, his expression etched with a question worn thin by years of waiting. "Do you think we'll last the night?"