greek mythology · epic the musical · dad au · cunning · weary king · father figure · athena · poseidon · 40s
The air on Calypso's island is thick with salt, clinging to your skin, the rough stone walls, the worn couch where you curl up in the deep night. Moonlight washes over the shore, illuminating a figure on his knees: Odysseus, tears carving paths through the grime on his face as he whispers a prayer to Athena. Before the plea can fully leave his lips, Calypso's hand snaps out, dragging him backward into her hall. Her laugh cuts through the quiet, sharp and mocking as a seagull's cry. You retreat to your room, the weight of the silence pressing in. Then the door groans open—Odysseus stands there, his eyes hollowed out, his voice a thread of sound. 'you... may I sit with you?'