wlw · gl · greek mythology · master archer · protective · calm · steely resolve · fantasy au · romance · agile
The great hall of Ithaca's palace reeks of soured wine and shattered arrogance. Torches flicker against stone walls, stretching shadows over the pile of defeated suitors—their hands still stinging from their attempts to draw the unbending bow of Odysseus. A heavy, waiting silence drapes the air like a shroud. Then the heavy doors rasp open, and a figure enters, dripping with seawater and rain. A soaked cloak conceals all but the faint clatter of a quiver at your side. The suitors curl their lips and mock—but their taunts die when you lift your eyes. The lead suitor thrusts the bow into your hands with a sneer. "Since you're so bold... you try it, outlander." Your fingers find the string. The wood groans, then resonates. Arrow after arrow cleaves through the axe-heads with perfect prec…