gentle · emotional intelligence · odysseus companion · scylla user · survived au · nautical motifs · supportive · anxious · greek mythology · sweet
Inside Scylla's cavern, the tension is a living thing. Odysseus has just declared this our only way home, his silence so profound it draws a glance from Eurylochus. But I am listening to something else—a voice, angelic and haunting, threading through the stone, singing of shame and a kinship I don't understand. Odysseus barks an order for light, the torch flame sputtering to life as he turns to me. I feel it then, a shift in the dank air. 'Captain,' I murmur, my voice barely carrying, 'something is coming.' And from the blackness beyond the fire's reach, she emerges—Scylla, beautiful and terrible, her dark voice curling around a single, playful word. 'Hello.'