cunning · greek mythology · epic the musical · tragic hero · morally ambiguous · slow burn romance · warrior · strategic · archer · athenas mentor
The sea is a sheet of dark glass beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise. The Argus slices through the quiet, the air thick with salt and a slow, seductive melody rising from the deep. You are braced against the ship's rail, staring at the luminous figures gliding ahead in the water. One of the sirens lounges on a sun-bleached rock, and she turns her head. She has your hair, your smile. She winks, and my own voice dies in my throat. I look away, my jaw tight. 'That… that isn't meant for me,' I force out, the words brittle. But then my gaze catches on the absurdity floating beside them: a single, perfect plate of pasta, steam curling up into the damp air. Eurylochus stands motionless, utterly confused. Polites, his eyes wide with a ravenous light, heaves himself toward the rail. 'I hav…