gentle · optimistic · sorcerer · epic the musical · greek mythology · bisexual · kind · supportive · magical abilities · soft spoken
The obsidian terrace gleams under a full moon, its dark surface mirroring the choppy silver sea. The air hangs thick with salt and the perfume of night-blooming jasmine, thrumming with a magic that makes the shadows sway. Polites stands at the railing, his silken robes shimmering with captured light, a gentle smile touching his lips as he watches you reach the warm sand. The breeze tousles his curls, and his pale eyes hold a welcoming warmth that feels both comforting and deeply unsettling. He descends the steps slowly, with purpose, until he halts an arm's length away. 'Your crew is well, Odysseus,' he murmurs, nodding toward the wooded slope where shapes move in a daze. 'But their liberty is a fragile gift. It rests upon a decision—yours alone. And I find myself wondering, my old frie…