just-a-mer

[just-a-mer]

"The inside of this home is not nearly cold enough to urge my body into hibernation, but I appreciate the sentiment, kid." He huffs lightly, smile never fading. "Must admit, the fabric of your lot's clothes seems ... heavy. I'm not sure it will be the most comfortable thing, given my usual attire." The king adds, absentmindedly tugging at the front of his tunic in thought. Odysseus knew why it would be better - his fabric was light and perhaps too thin for the harsh chill of this place. Sometimes, he wished he could simply shift to acquire thicker skin.

Watching the way the avian's wings move, it's obvious he's trying to observe the other. While hospitality was a thing practiced in kind where he came from, the siren was not sure if he also practiced such a thing. Though, given the circumstances, Odysseus wasn't too keen on staying and freezing in the cold. These lands were unfamiliar, and it was rather jarring for a siren to not know every route and horizon.

Eventually, he places the arrow back in his quiver, hoisting the bow over his shoulder and gesturing for the avian to lead. "May I know your name? I would rather not follow a stranger if it is all the same to you." He settles to say, hiding his arms under his cloak to use it as a thin shield against the chill breeze. It does nothing for the fact his sandals leave his feet exposed to the snow underfoot.

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Resting his head against there's, he allows his eyes to close, listening to the steady flow of the Lethe nearby and the beating of his own heart. "It is always with you that I fear not even a siren could string together a song that perfectly describes my adoration. Let alone sing as beautifully as you speak ... I love you, too, my star."

Odysseus pulls them into a hug. One that, while not tight, was enveloping. "All the tricks and things you show, no matter if they're as small as the gaps between the grain of sand or as large as the world we tread upon, I welcome it. The love comes with you; surrounding and shown."

Odysseus hummed a quiet tune that walked through the wind as though it was a winding path spiraling around the two of their heads. The siren had managed to get Tiresias to lower their hood, and they took the opportunity to begin taming the mess that was their hair.

The king took it in steps; starting with unraveling old braids and hair styling (with permission, of course, and leaving alone what he wasn't granted to untie), then beginning to undo knots as gently as he could with his claws. Which, surprisingly, worked rather well. Apologizing here or there when he inevitably accidentally tugged on a strand or two.

After the song was complete, Odysseus filled the silence with small questions and memories he could recall. Some humorous stories here and there of his adventures, too.

[ Tiresias hums, smiling and leaning against Odysseus, making barely any movement, and only startled noises when the knots were too tight. There was mingling conversation and questions here and there, but it was always so simple, and so their answers followed that trend. Though there was one moment in which they took a chance. Perhaps halfway through one of his many tales of his adventures, Tir reaches up to cup Ody’s face. Bringing to close enough, they tilt their head up to press a sweet kiss to his lips, twirling a strand of his hair before letting go and settling back into their regular position. Though it was hard to exactly see their face, their voice reeked of certain joy and overwhelming love and excitement from just the simple act of intimacy ]

“You can keep talking, muse. I just love the way you convey your stories, and you.”

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@just-a-mer

[just-a-mer]

*Give hot cocoa*

Here you go ^^

Odysseus' eyes brighten as he happily accepts the cup, barely able to hide the excited flick of his ears. "Thank you very much, my friend."

[just-a-mer]

Odysseus chuckles at the voices' input, crossing his arms and letting his attention fall to the blonde-haired boy in one of the frames that Sleepy spoke of. The siren decides to drop the other conversation after seeing the quick deviation from it.

"Perhaps you can introduce us some time. After all, who knows how long I will be trapped here. May as well get to know the locals. Perhaps I'll even make some new allies, hm?" He reaches out to ruffle Sleepy's hair. "And I will do my best not to steal the father role from anyone while I'm here." Odysseus adds in a light tone.

Watching the way the avian's wings move, it's obvious he's trying to observe the other. While hospitality was a thing practiced in kind where he came from, the siren was not sure if he also practiced such a thing. Though, given the circumstances, Odysseus wasn't too keen on staying and freezing in the cold. These lands were unfamiliar, and it was rather jarring for a siren to not know every route and horizon.

Eventually, he places the arrow back in his quiver, hoisting the bow over his shoulder and gesturing for the avian to lead. "May I know your name? I would rather not follow a stranger if it is all the same to you." He settles to say, hiding his arms under his cloak to use it as a thin shield against the chill breeze. It does nothing for the fact his sandals leave his feet exposed to the snow underfoot.

[just-a-mer]

The siren's expression softens at the explanation, feeling that all too familiar tug of loss as he remembers his own children back home. He hopes they will be alright for a while longer. And while he wouldn't admit it - perhaps was a little upset he had not known most of this. Odysseus knew he hadn't asked, and therefore, it was nobody's fault but his own.

"Yes, I had heard tell Phil to put me back out into the cold." His tone is lighthearted, despite the weight such a decision would have had. "You mentioned a name similar to that one when you rushed in earlier," he gestures to Wilbur within one of the pictures, "delivering a letter from Tommy, was it? To the other."

Watching the way the avian's wings move, it's obvious he's trying to observe the other. While hospitality was a thing practiced in kind where he came from, the siren was not sure if he also practiced such a thing. Though, given the circumstances, Odysseus wasn't too keen on staying and freezing in the cold. These lands were unfamiliar, and it was rather jarring for a siren to not know every route and horizon.

Eventually, he places the arrow back in his quiver, hoisting the bow over his shoulder and gesturing for the avian to lead. "May I know your name? I would rather not follow a stranger if it is all the same to you." He settles to say, hiding his arms under his cloak to use it as a thin shield against the chill breeze. It does nothing for the fact his sandals leave his feet exposed to the snow underfoot.

[just-a-mer]

"Hm." Odysseus takes the flower crown into his hand and examines the intricatey before smiling once more. "Thank you, Astyanax."

A child sits on a rock by the seaside, making a flower crown from blue flowers. He kicks his legs in the water, looking out into the sea once he hears a noise. “Is someone there?”

— @hesjust-a-boy

(hello! I’m still pretty new to the epic rp scene so I hope this is ok :3)

ooc: totally okay! New rp-ers are always welcome ^^ /gen

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Odysseus' ears perked up at the sound of the voice and, given that they were by the shores of Ithaca, he poked his head out of the water and tilted it at the sight of the boy.

"Hello there." The king greets, a soft smile pulling at his lips at the flower crown. Such fond memories those weaved creations held. "Why are you out here, kid?"

[just-a-mer]

The king's eyes lingered on Phil's wing for a moment longer than what was probably socially acceptable, his eyebrows knit in a mix of concern and intrigue to its origin. He was thankful for Sleepy pulling his attention away, now able to focus on the portraits they walked past.

"Is this your home? I knew you did not live with Herme - with the god. Though this is far from what I had imagined." Odysseus eventually asked, stepping into stride beside them. Well, as close as he could with the width of the hallway in mind. "Not even in Greece..." he added in a whispered notice. While his question was simple, under the surface, it was the first scoop of the shovel. Digging deeper into a past that he had little knowledge of.

Watching the way the avian's wings move, it's obvious he's trying to observe the other. While hospitality was a thing practiced in kind where he came from, the siren was not sure if he also practiced such a thing. Though, given the circumstances, Odysseus wasn't too keen on staying and freezing in the cold. These lands were unfamiliar, and it was rather jarring for a siren to not know every route and horizon.

Eventually, he places the arrow back in his quiver, hoisting the bow over his shoulder and gesturing for the avian to lead. "May I know your name? I would rather not follow a stranger if it is all the same to you." He settles to say, hiding his arms under his cloak to use it as a thin shield against the chill breeze. It does nothing for the fact his sandals leave his feet exposed to the snow underfoot.

[just-a-mer]

The unknown. Odysseus knew how dangerous it could be; not knowing all the variables of the situation and possible outcomes. If this place really was so separated from what he once knew, then the messenger was right. He was ill-prepared. Determined, but likely far from ready for the challenges if the snow was any indication on his experience.

"Understood. Is it always snowing here?" He inquires, finding himself glancing towards the window to look out upon the white-covered landscape beyond the protective glass. In all honesty, he felt odd being a guest of another's home. Welcomed, that is. In his twenty years of travel, he couldn't remember once that he had wanted to rest and was accepted with an open mind. With good intentions from the host, that is.

Watching the way the avian's wings move, it's obvious he's trying to observe the other. While hospitality was a thing practiced in kind where he came from, the siren was not sure if he also practiced such a thing. Though, given the circumstances, Odysseus wasn't too keen on staying and freezing in the cold. These lands were unfamiliar, and it was rather jarring for a siren to not know every route and horizon.

Eventually, he places the arrow back in his quiver, hoisting the bow over his shoulder and gesturing for the avian to lead. "May I know your name? I would rather not follow a stranger if it is all the same to you." He settles to say, hiding his arms under his cloak to use it as a thin shield against the chill breeze. It does nothing for the fact his sandals leave his feet exposed to the snow underfoot.

[just-a-mer]

The king doesn't miss the shift in his expression, and with a sympathetic sigh, he pulls them into a hug before gently ruffling their hair. "So far, you have been a fair and just ruler - the opposite of him. Perhaps you could teach him a thing or two about forgiveness, hm?"

*Alex ran into Odys arms crying* I think ego guy hates me now!

"Wh-" Odysseus is startled by Alexander's sudden approach, though he quickly wraps his arms around the kid and sighs, knowing exactly who he spoke of. "Commodus? I swear he hates everyone, but ... what happened?"

[just-a-mer]

Odysseus minds the small splash, moving back a bit to avoid Astyanax accidentally stepping on his tail. "Of course. Do be safe on your trip back." He urges before catching sight of the discarded flower crown. "Will you be taking that with you?"

A child sits on a rock by the seaside, making a flower crown from blue flowers. He kicks his legs in the water, looking out into the sea once he hears a noise. “Is someone there?”

— @hesjust-a-boy

(hello! I’m still pretty new to the epic rp scene so I hope this is ok :3)

ooc: totally okay! New rp-ers are always welcome ^^ /gen

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Odysseus' ears perked up at the sound of the voice and, given that they were by the shores of Ithaca, he poked his head out of the water and tilted it at the sight of the boy.

"Hello there." The king greets, a soft smile pulling at his lips at the flower crown. Such fond memories those weaved creations held. "Why are you out here, kid?"

[just-a-mer]

"Mm. Patience is a virtue, my star. I have learned how to maintain it for a long time. Though, it seems you still struggle to restrain yourself." He teases, nudging one of their hands with his tail fin for emphasis.

Odysseus did end up walking his fingers along their skin, stopping at the junction between their neck and shoulder before humming. "Though, perhaps that is somewhat of a blessing; to be able to continue showing your fondness for something. All the time. It's admirable, in a way."

Odysseus hummed a quiet tune that walked through the wind as though it was a winding path spiraling around the two of their heads. The siren had managed to get Tiresias to lower their hood, and they took the opportunity to begin taming the mess that was their hair.

The king took it in steps; starting with unraveling old braids and hair styling (with permission, of course, and leaving alone what he wasn't granted to untie), then beginning to undo knots as gently as he could with his claws. Which, surprisingly, worked rather well. Apologizing here or there when he inevitably accidentally tugged on a strand or two.

After the song was complete, Odysseus filled the silence with small questions and memories he could recall. Some humorous stories here and there of his adventures, too.

[ Tiresias hums, smiling and leaning against Odysseus, making barely any movement, and only startled noises when the knots were too tight. There was mingling conversation and questions here and there, but it was always so simple, and so their answers followed that trend. Though there was one moment in which they took a chance. Perhaps halfway through one of his many tales of his adventures, Tir reaches up to cup Ody’s face. Bringing to close enough, they tilt their head up to press a sweet kiss to his lips, twirling a strand of his hair before letting go and settling back into their regular position. Though it was hard to exactly see their face, their voice reeked of certain joy and overwhelming love and excitement from just the simple act of intimacy ]

“You can keep talking, muse. I just love the way you convey your stories, and you.”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

@just-a-mer

[just-a-mer]

"No offense taken, please don't fret." He puts both his hands up in a placating manner, a soft smile visible upon his features, aiding his attempts at lowering any lingering tension. "Ah, I see. He had experienced the same unfortunate events."

"...husband???? But-not my husband???? I dont-"

@ask-penelope-of-ithaca

"Technically your husband, just one with a different heritage. You are technically my wife, just not the same." He muses, resting his head atop crossed arms that were draped over the rock he leaned against.

With a small smile, he adds: "Try not to overthink it." Knowing how odd it was.

[just-a-mer]

Like the avian earlier, Odysseus watched the two converse in silent confusion. He felt out of place in a similar way he did when standing beside his mother and father for portraits. The only difference here was that shifting wouldn't help him understand it any better.

"Agreed. I fear you forget I have survived more than a few uncertain encounters - even ones I could not plan and prepare for." The siren definitely was not eager to stay longer than necessary. Being separated from his family was ... unpleasant, but at least one member was still here to provide company until his return. He doubted it would take nearly as long as his journey had been the first time. Well, hoped might have been a better word.

Watching the way the avian's wings move, it's obvious he's trying to observe the other. While hospitality was a thing practiced in kind where he came from, the siren was not sure if he also practiced such a thing. Though, given the circumstances, Odysseus wasn't too keen on staying and freezing in the cold. These lands were unfamiliar, and it was rather jarring for a siren to not know every route and horizon.

Eventually, he places the arrow back in his quiver, hoisting the bow over his shoulder and gesturing for the avian to lead. "May I know your name? I would rather not follow a stranger if it is all the same to you." He settles to say, hiding his arms under his cloak to use it as a thin shield against the chill breeze. It does nothing for the fact his sandals leave his feet exposed to the snow underfoot.

[just-a-mer]

"You say that as though it is a punishment for loss." He moves his own hands to rest on their shoulders, though he surprisingly has enough restraint to not go for their neck in another tickle.

"When in reality, we would receive one for either side we end up on." With that, he gently pulls them back, welcoming yet another moment of connection.

Odysseus hummed a quiet tune that walked through the wind as though it was a winding path spiraling around the two of their heads. The siren had managed to get Tiresias to lower their hood, and they took the opportunity to begin taming the mess that was their hair.

The king took it in steps; starting with unraveling old braids and hair styling (with permission, of course, and leaving alone what he wasn't granted to untie), then beginning to undo knots as gently as he could with his claws. Which, surprisingly, worked rather well. Apologizing here or there when he inevitably accidentally tugged on a strand or two.

After the song was complete, Odysseus filled the silence with small questions and memories he could recall. Some humorous stories here and there of his adventures, too.

[ Tiresias hums, smiling and leaning against Odysseus, making barely any movement, and only startled noises when the knots were too tight. There was mingling conversation and questions here and there, but it was always so simple, and so their answers followed that trend. Though there was one moment in which they took a chance. Perhaps halfway through one of his many tales of his adventures, Tir reaches up to cup Ody’s face. Bringing to close enough, they tilt their head up to press a sweet kiss to his lips, twirling a strand of his hair before letting go and settling back into their regular position. Though it was hard to exactly see their face, their voice reeked of certain joy and overwhelming love and excitement from just the simple act of intimacy ]

“You can keep talking, muse. I just love the way you convey your stories, and you.”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

@just-a-mer

[just-a-mer]

The palace? His palace? The siren furrowed his eyebrows, but the motion was subtle and quickly replaced by his usual expression of calm.

"I do? How interesting. Well, if you bring a sword, you should not discard it. Defeats the purpose of a weapon in the first place."

A child sits on a rock by the seaside, making a flower crown from blue flowers. He kicks his legs in the water, looking out into the sea once he hears a noise. “Is someone there?”

— @hesjust-a-boy

(hello! I’m still pretty new to the epic rp scene so I hope this is ok :3)

ooc: totally okay! New rp-ers are always welcome ^^ /gen

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Odysseus' ears perked up at the sound of the voice and, given that they were by the shores of Ithaca, he poked his head out of the water and tilted it at the sight of the boy.

"Hello there." The king greets, a soft smile pulling at his lips at the flower crown. Such fond memories those weaved creations held. "Why are you out here, kid?"

[just-a-mer]

"It seems like that title grew on you." He muses, watching the kid consume the rest of the chocolate in a bit of shock. "Can't say I know, Alex. That man is a strange bag of emotions to me. Quick to anger and violence, he is... just be careful if you speak to him again."

*Alex ran into Odys arms crying* I think ego guy hates me now!

"Wh-" Odysseus is startled by Alexander's sudden approach, though he quickly wraps his arms around the kid and sighs, knowing exactly who he spoke of. "Commodus? I swear he hates everyone, but ... what happened?"

[just-a-mer]

"I am going to pretend that did not bother me to hear." Odysseus shakes his head, only mildly offended. It was mostly strange to hear those words come from one who looked like his wife - the same Penelope that loved him dearly despite his nature. "I can assume your Odysseus is human, then?"

"...husband???? But-not my husband???? I dont-"

@ask-penelope-of-ithaca

"Technically your husband, just one with a different heritage. You are technically my wife, just not the same." He muses, resting his head atop crossed arms that were draped over the rock he leaned against.

With a small smile, he adds: "Try not to overthink it." Knowing how odd it was.