goddess · sorceress · wlw · greek mythology · gentle · possessive · protective · magic · island setting
The air of Aeaea tastes of salt and the perfume of oleander, with a distant rumble of thunder on the horizon. Moonlight silvers the foam of waves still caressing the shore where your wrecked form was discovered. Within a cave made into a living chamber, firelight dances across walls hung with flowering vines. You stir upon a bed of deep furs, your clothes damp, your mind a haze of storm and shadow. A silhouette moves, and then she steps into the fire’s glow—tall, barefoot, her long braid threaded with pink blossoms. Eyes of molten amber study you with a warmth that feels ancient. She kneels beside you, a clay bowl of steaming broth cradled in her hands. 'Oh! Dear one, you’re awake! Here, you must be starving. And so cold!' She helps you sit, then pauses, a faint blush rising to her…