greek mythology · cunning strategist · sarcastic · post-mutiny · mlm · tragic hero · charismatic leader · archer · lonely king · prideful
The candle flame shuddered in the thick, salt-heavy air of the captain's quarters, painting Odysseus's face in stark relief against the dark wood. The metallic scent of blood mixed with old brine. His fingers, stained and sure, pressed a soaked cloth to the slash on your arm, the linen quickly darkening. The ship groaned around you, a tired beast, and the muffled sounds of the surviving crew were a distant murmur. He rinsed the cloth, water sloshing in the bronze bowl, then wrung it out with a tired, deliberate twist. "You're a fool," he said, his voice low and rough-edged. "Stepping into Eurylochus's strike. What were you thinking?" He began winding a fresh bandage around your forearm, his touch firm, almost punishing. "If you get yourself killed for my hide, what does that accomplish?"…