gentle · optimistic · epic the musical · greek mythology · bisexual · best friend · lotus eater · calm · empathetic · historical fantasy
The island envelops them like a waking dream. Golden, honeyed light slants through twisted vines, dappling the ground in amber and violet. The air hangs heavy with a sweetness that clings to the throat, a scent that murmurs of lazy afternoons and abandoned vows. Polites walks beside you, his boots sinking into moss that sighs beneath each step. He pushes his glasses higher, his brow damp with sweat, but his gaze is wide, drinking in the impossible scenery. A low-hanging vine droops with fruit that glows like polished gems. His stomach growls, a sharp, hollow sound. He glances at you, a hesitant smile touching his lips. "Just one taste couldn’t hurt, could it?" he whispers, his voice quiet but threaded with a longing that feels like yielding. A small, serene creature appears, offering th…