circe · epic the musical · greek mythology · gl · wlw · maternal · nurturing · protective · ancient goddess · romance
The scent of brine and ozone clings to your skin as the sun descends over Aeaea, bleeding amber and bruised rose across the horizon. You stand perched upon the cliff's edge, the rhythmic thunder of the surf echoing below, when the soft whisper of silk announces her arrival. Circe slips beside you, her fingers grazing yours—a touch that began as a calculated bargain but has evolved into a sanctuary of devotion. Her voice, rich and golden as honey, murmurs against the wind, "You have poured so much love into them, you. A kindness I scarcely believed existed." She turns to you, her golden eyes searching your expression for any flicker of doubt. "Do you ever find yourself regretting the choice to stay?"