penelope-is-at-sea

[penelope-is-at-sea]

"I will see you then..." Penelope took a measured step backwards as if unsure wether she should leave., took a deep breath to gather her bravery and ran off back to her father.

it was a relatively long walk, but she managed. Of course she got a scolding for being out so late but further than that she was sent to bed and nothing else.

It was a sleepless night, one spent looking up at the stars longingly rather than having a good sleep. The only reason she knew she had fallen asleep was because she was jolted awake by a message; the king had made his choice. Her father rushed her to dress in her finest clothes and as she was ushered to the palace she wondered how Odysseus's night had went, wether he'd thought about her just as much.

Young Siren!Ody rp/open starter! (Set in the past, of course. Little Ody will not know about future events, but the past... feel free to interact as your present self or as a past version too! Have fun!)

Genre: Fluff?

Word Count: 140

Tw Warning: None!

Odysseus’ small claws dug into the wood of his bow, ears lowered in concentration. His legs were dangled over the edge of a fallen tree, bare feet barely brushing the soft grass. The only other sound between the scraping and nature itself was a quiet melody flowing from his lips. While the lyrics were nothing short of a mumble, they still danced along the wind, carried with gentle hands to greet the ears of whoever listened nearby.

He paused for a moment to blow the pieces of clipped wood from the indentations, wiping the remaining dust out with the edge of his cape before returning to his carving: a series of designs that would not mean anything to the common eye. Forget-me-nots, feathers, scales, and a thick thread all woven together to create a partially completed design on the handle.

Tagged: @totally-penelope-and-not-a-siren @thrpr0phetuseek @jump-into-my-op3n-arms @1ceyanonhasarrived @sleepy-4n0n (let me know if you'd like to be removed - you are also not forced to interact /gen)

[penelope-is-at-sea]

Penelope of Ithaca, in a scale of 1 to 100. How much do you love your husband?

"you ask me to put a number in the amount of affection I harbour for the man whose mere thought kept me alive for twenty years and for whom I performed heinous acts of violence in order to keep his safety and heart??? you ask me to put a number to the infinite love I have for this man???? you ask for an impossible task."

...

...

...

...

"....one billion..."

[penelope-is-at-sea]

She caught him, cradling him like a damsel with a triumphant laugh "see? told you I'd catch you, your highness" the honorific was said in a playful way, almost mocking if it weren't for the amount of fondness in her eyes. She spun around a few times before letting him down and holding him so he wouldn't fall down from the dizziness.

for a moment they basked in what was left of eachothers presence before she sighed "will I see you... again?" there was a soft hint of hopefulness in her voice

Young Siren!Ody rp/open starter! (Set in the past, of course. Little Ody will not know about future events, but the past... feel free to interact as your present self or as a past version too! Have fun!)

Genre: Fluff?

Word Count: 140

Tw Warning: None!

Odysseus’ small claws dug into the wood of his bow, ears lowered in concentration. His legs were dangled over the edge of a fallen tree, bare feet barely brushing the soft grass. The only other sound between the scraping and nature itself was a quiet melody flowing from his lips. While the lyrics were nothing short of a mumble, they still danced along the wind, carried with gentle hands to greet the ears of whoever listened nearby.

He paused for a moment to blow the pieces of clipped wood from the indentations, wiping the remaining dust out with the edge of his cape before returning to his carving: a series of designs that would not mean anything to the common eye. Forget-me-nots, feathers, scales, and a thick thread all woven together to create a partially completed design on the handle.

Tagged: @totally-penelope-and-not-a-siren @thrpr0phetuseek @jump-into-my-op3n-arms @1ceyanonhasarrived @sleepy-4n0n (let me know if you'd like to be removed - you are also not forced to interact /gen)

[penelope-is-at-sea]

"...well..." she looked away as Helios' chariot crossed the horizon and then down "it is getting dark, maybe we should climb down... I wouldn't want your father knowing I placed you in such danger" of course she knew for the prince this was definitely not a big risk, however, she would be reprimanded if it was known shed 'coaxed' the prince several meters above ground to the top of a tree.

they climbed down more carefully now that it was dark and they couldn't quite see where they stepped very well. Lingering touches were shared disguised as help climbing down, of course they both knew, but neither acknowledged it, instead letting it be until she had managed to jump down a high branch to the ground and stretched her arms out for him "I'll catch you!" she offered, a soft smile, playful and confident of her own strength, decorated her mouth... her tinted lips... maybe the prince should make sure to wash his face before going back to the palace... just in case

Young Siren!Ody rp/open starter! (Set in the past, of course. Little Ody will not know about future events, but the past... feel free to interact as your present self or as a past version too! Have fun!)

Genre: Fluff?

Word Count: 140

Tw Warning: None!

Odysseus’ small claws dug into the wood of his bow, ears lowered in concentration. His legs were dangled over the edge of a fallen tree, bare feet barely brushing the soft grass. The only other sound between the scraping and nature itself was a quiet melody flowing from his lips. While the lyrics were nothing short of a mumble, they still danced along the wind, carried with gentle hands to greet the ears of whoever listened nearby.

He paused for a moment to blow the pieces of clipped wood from the indentations, wiping the remaining dust out with the edge of his cape before returning to his carving: a series of designs that would not mean anything to the common eye. Forget-me-nots, feathers, scales, and a thick thread all woven together to create a partially completed design on the handle.

Tagged: @totally-penelope-and-not-a-siren @thrpr0phetuseek @jump-into-my-op3n-arms @1ceyanonhasarrived @sleepy-4n0n (let me know if you'd like to be removed - you are also not forced to interact /gen)

[penelope-is-at-sea]

"Silk" she uttered "a curious name..." her eyes followed the misty appearance of the nymph before putting back her arrow "... I am Penelope..." she stated, but kept it at that

❀OPEN STARTER RP❀

The sky was a wonderful blue, devoid of clouds, as if the colour could up and swallow you. The grass was cold under her hands, the morning dew dampening the white of her chiton.

She was back, no longer in armour, no longer in immediate danger. And yet, as she looked at the water, she felt that something was off... Every day she flinched as she was caressed by her spouse, every night she woke up in a cold sweat, haunted by the voices of the men and women slaughtered through her desperation.

She sat at the edge of a cliff, one almost similar to that of Antinous's island, except this time her plan wasn't to jump... She didn't think so anyway. No, for now she just observed the water, its slow push and pull, and wondered where was the threat she so heavily felt on her shoulders? Amphitrite was gone, the suitors were killed. Odysseus, her beautiful darling husband and Telemachus her clever beloved son were alive and well, and yet she couldn't help but feel they were in danger all the time.

She had to get away, to convince herself she could leave them alone for a few hours without anything happening... so she sat, she sat and she looked up at the sky which was much too clear and much too blue, she watched the crashing of the water on the rocks and the steps.

Steps.

With a sharp gasp she turned around, her bow drawn tight as her eyes found the owner of said steps, eyes full of panic, as if expecting it to be Charon himself ready to drag her to the darkest pits of Tartarus. For only a moment, the sun seemed to reflect red on those pitch black irises.

@l-l-l-l-legendary @odysseus-is-waiting @just-a-mer & literally anyone else, I'm afraid to tag ppl, it's my first time making an open starter I'm sorry

[penelope-is-at-sea]

"what's your purpose here?" she relaxed her stance, but despite her bow no longer being drawn her hands still held the weapon tight.

❀OPEN STARTER RP❀

The sky was a wonderful blue, devoid of clouds, as if the colour could up and swallow you. The grass was cold under her hands, the morning dew dampening the white of her chiton.

She was back, no longer in armour, no longer in immediate danger. And yet, as she looked at the water, she felt that something was off... Every day she flinched as she was caressed by her spouse, every night she woke up in a cold sweat, haunted by the voices of the men and women slaughtered through her desperation.

She sat at the edge of a cliff, one almost similar to that of Antinous's island, except this time her plan wasn't to jump... She didn't think so anyway. No, for now she just observed the water, its slow push and pull, and wondered where was the threat she so heavily felt on her shoulders? Amphitrite was gone, the suitors were killed. Odysseus, her beautiful darling husband and Telemachus her clever beloved son were alive and well, and yet she couldn't help but feel they were in danger all the time.

She had to get away, to convince herself she could leave them alone for a few hours without anything happening... so she sat, she sat and she looked up at the sky which was much too clear and much too blue, she watched the crashing of the water on the rocks and the steps.

Steps.

With a sharp gasp she turned around, her bow drawn tight as her eyes found the owner of said steps, eyes full of panic, as if expecting it to be Charon himself ready to drag her to the darkest pits of Tartarus. For only a moment, the sun seemed to reflect red on those pitch black irises.

@l-l-l-l-legendary @odysseus-is-waiting @just-a-mer & literally anyone else, I'm afraid to tag ppl, it's my first time making an open starter I'm sorry

[penelope-is-at-sea]

"by the gods" she breathed out and chuckled softly, her eyes never averting "I... I'm sorry, your highness, suitors aren't supposed to..." her eyes flickered away but then back to him "to..." she lost her train of thought, she couldn't think for the life of her. Years of training dissipated at the mere sight of him, and she was lost for words.

Her mouth remained open, as if ready to finish the sentence that died on her lips. She couldn't bring herself to remember what she was about to say.

Young Siren!Ody rp/open starter! (Set in the past, of course. Little Ody will not know about future events, but the past... feel free to interact as your present self or as a past version too! Have fun!)

Genre: Fluff?

Word Count: 140

Tw Warning: None!

Odysseus’ small claws dug into the wood of his bow, ears lowered in concentration. His legs were dangled over the edge of a fallen tree, bare feet barely brushing the soft grass. The only other sound between the scraping and nature itself was a quiet melody flowing from his lips. While the lyrics were nothing short of a mumble, they still danced along the wind, carried with gentle hands to greet the ears of whoever listened nearby.

He paused for a moment to blow the pieces of clipped wood from the indentations, wiping the remaining dust out with the edge of his cape before returning to his carving: a series of designs that would not mean anything to the common eye. Forget-me-nots, feathers, scales, and a thick thread all woven together to create a partially completed design on the handle.

Tagged: @totally-penelope-and-not-a-siren @thrpr0phetuseek @jump-into-my-op3n-arms @1ceyanonhasarrived @sleepy-4n0n (let me know if you'd like to be removed - you are also not forced to interact /gen)

[penelope-is-at-sea]

(ooc: yes ofc!! take ur time :333!!!)

Young Siren!Ody rp/open starter! (Set in the past, of course. Little Ody will not know about future events, but the past... feel free to interact as your present self or as a past version too! Have fun!)

Genre: Fluff?

Word Count: 140

Tw Warning: None!

Odysseus’ small claws dug into the wood of his bow, ears lowered in concentration. His legs were dangled over the edge of a fallen tree, bare feet barely brushing the soft grass. The only other sound between the scraping and nature itself was a quiet melody flowing from his lips. While the lyrics were nothing short of a mumble, they still danced along the wind, carried with gentle hands to greet the ears of whoever listened nearby.

He paused for a moment to blow the pieces of clipped wood from the indentations, wiping the remaining dust out with the edge of his cape before returning to his carving: a series of designs that would not mean anything to the common eye. Forget-me-nots, feathers, scales, and a thick thread all woven together to create a partially completed design on the handle.

Tagged: @totally-penelope-and-not-a-siren @thrpr0phetuseek @jump-into-my-op3n-arms @1ceyanonhasarrived @sleepy-4n0n (let me know if you'd like to be removed - you are also not forced to interact /gen)

[penelope-is-at-sea]

"show yourself!" her eyes darted around, following the wind that dragged the voice around her "who are you!?" she waited.... looking around "what do you want?" her tone was slightly less aggressive than before but no less cautious

❀OPEN STARTER RP❀

The sky was a wonderful blue, devoid of clouds, as if the colour could up and swallow you. The grass was cold under her hands, the morning dew dampening the white of her chiton.

She was back, no longer in armour, no longer in immediate danger. And yet, as she looked at the water, she felt that something was off... Every day she flinched as she was caressed by her spouse, every night she woke up in a cold sweat, haunted by the voices of the men and women slaughtered through her desperation.

She sat at the edge of a cliff, one almost similar to that of Antinous's island, except this time her plan wasn't to jump... She didn't think so anyway. No, for now she just observed the water, its slow push and pull, and wondered where was the threat she so heavily felt on her shoulders? Amphitrite was gone, the suitors were killed. Odysseus, her beautiful darling husband and Telemachus her clever beloved son were alive and well, and yet she couldn't help but feel they were in danger all the time.

She had to get away, to convince herself she could leave them alone for a few hours without anything happening... so she sat, she sat and she looked up at the sky which was much too clear and much too blue, she watched the crashing of the water on the rocks and the steps.

Steps.

With a sharp gasp she turned around, her bow drawn tight as her eyes found the owner of said steps, eyes full of panic, as if expecting it to be Charon himself ready to drag her to the darkest pits of Tartarus. For only a moment, the sun seemed to reflect red on those pitch black irises.

@l-l-l-l-legendary @odysseus-is-waiting @just-a-mer & literally anyone else, I'm afraid to tag ppl, it's my first time making an open starter I'm sorry

[penelope-is-at-sea]

(ooc: I love them they r so sweet I had to draw them TT.TT)

(ooc: also humble requests to continue the rp? if u want I just think it's really sweet)

(if u don't wanna thats oke too (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠))

Young Siren!Ody rp/open starter! (Set in the past, of course. Little Ody will not know about future events, but the past... feel free to interact as your present self or as a past version too! Have fun!)

Genre: Fluff?

Word Count: 140

Tw Warning: None!

Odysseus’ small claws dug into the wood of his bow, ears lowered in concentration. His legs were dangled over the edge of a fallen tree, bare feet barely brushing the soft grass. The only other sound between the scraping and nature itself was a quiet melody flowing from his lips. While the lyrics were nothing short of a mumble, they still danced along the wind, carried with gentle hands to greet the ears of whoever listened nearby.

He paused for a moment to blow the pieces of clipped wood from the indentations, wiping the remaining dust out with the edge of his cape before returning to his carving: a series of designs that would not mean anything to the common eye. Forget-me-nots, feathers, scales, and a thick thread all woven together to create a partially completed design on the handle.

Tagged: @totally-penelope-and-not-a-siren @thrpr0phetuseek @jump-into-my-op3n-arms @1ceyanonhasarrived @sleepy-4n0n (let me know if you'd like to be removed - you are also not forced to interact /gen)

[penelope-is-at-sea]

"we listen and we do not judge"

"Once in Antinous's island I was so sleep deprived that I began hallucinating and kissed his cheek thinking he was my husband, the next day he had to coax me out of the cliff"

( @imnotaman @odysseus-is-waiting & anyone else :33)

We listen and we don't judge

When I was 7, me and my friends saved a fish from drowning

(Tag your moots)

@literallylink--who-tf-is-ravioli @sunlights-daughter @protagaster @somereaderinblue @fronzie @notesbyaphrodite

[penelope-is-at-sea]

"Worried..." the uttered almost bewildered "I'm perfectly well, darling, what concerns you?" she frowned and tucked a rebellious curl behind his ear

❀OPEN STARTER RP❀

The sky was a wonderful blue, devoid of clouds, as if the colour could up and swallow you. The grass was cold under her hands, the morning dew dampening the white of her chiton.

She was back, no longer in armour, no longer in immediate danger. And yet, as she looked at the water, she felt that something was off... Every day she flinched as she was caressed by her spouse, every night she woke up in a cold sweat, haunted by the voices of the men and women slaughtered through her desperation.

She sat at the edge of a cliff, one almost similar to that of Antinous's island, except this time her plan wasn't to jump... She didn't think so anyway. No, for now she just observed the water, its slow push and pull, and wondered where was the threat she so heavily felt on her shoulders? Amphitrite was gone, the suitors were killed. Odysseus, her beautiful darling husband and Telemachus her clever beloved son were alive and well, and yet she couldn't help but feel they were in danger all the time.

She had to get away, to convince herself she could leave them alone for a few hours without anything happening... so she sat, she sat and she looked up at the sky which was much too clear and much too blue, she watched the crashing of the water on the rocks and the steps.

Steps.

With a sharp gasp she turned around, her bow drawn tight as her eyes found the owner of said steps, eyes full of panic, as if expecting it to be Charon himself ready to drag her to the darkest pits of Tartarus. For only a moment, the sun seemed to reflect red on those pitch black irises.

@l-l-l-l-legendary @odysseus-is-waiting @just-a-mer & literally anyone else, I'm afraid to tag ppl, it's my first time making an open starter I'm sorry

[penelope-is-at-sea]

For a moment Penelope looked at him, then she smiled softly, although the worry never left her eyes, and caught his hands in her own, soft in manner but calloused in texture "I'm fine, dear"

❀OPEN STARTER RP❀

The sky was a wonderful blue, devoid of clouds, as if the colour could up and swallow you. The grass was cold under her hands, the morning dew dampening the white of her chiton.

She was back, no longer in armour, no longer in immediate danger. And yet, as she looked at the water, she felt that something was off... Every day she flinched as she was caressed by her spouse, every night she woke up in a cold sweat, haunted by the voices of the men and women slaughtered through her desperation.

She sat at the edge of a cliff, one almost similar to that of Antinous's island, except this time her plan wasn't to jump... She didn't think so anyway. No, for now she just observed the water, its slow push and pull, and wondered where was the threat she so heavily felt on her shoulders? Amphitrite was gone, the suitors were killed. Odysseus, her beautiful darling husband and Telemachus her clever beloved son were alive and well, and yet she couldn't help but feel they were in danger all the time.

She had to get away, to convince herself she could leave them alone for a few hours without anything happening... so she sat, she sat and she looked up at the sky which was much too clear and much too blue, she watched the crashing of the water on the rocks and the steps.

Steps.

With a sharp gasp she turned around, her bow drawn tight as her eyes found the owner of said steps, eyes full of panic, as if expecting it to be Charon himself ready to drag her to the darkest pits of Tartarus. For only a moment, the sun seemed to reflect red on those pitch black irises.

@l-l-l-l-legendary @odysseus-is-waiting @just-a-mer & literally anyone else, I'm afraid to tag ppl, it's my first time making an open starter I'm sorry

[penelope-is-at-sea]

She sighed and dropped the weapon, setting it aside "Telemachus" she uttered softly "what are you doing here?" she stood up, a twitch lingering in her hand "...did something happen?" this question was not unlike her, not since she returned

❀OPEN STARTER RP❀

The sky was a wonderful blue, devoid of clouds, as if the colour could up and swallow you. The grass was cold under her hands, the morning dew dampening the white of her chiton.

She was back, no longer in armour, no longer in immediate danger. And yet, as she looked at the water, she felt that something was off... Every day she flinched as she was caressed by her spouse, every night she woke up in a cold sweat, haunted by the voices of the men and women slaughtered through her desperation.

She sat at the edge of a cliff, one almost similar to that of Antinous's island, except this time her plan wasn't to jump... She didn't think so anyway. No, for now she just observed the water, its slow push and pull, and wondered where was the threat she so heavily felt on her shoulders? Amphitrite was gone, the suitors were killed. Odysseus, her beautiful darling husband and Telemachus her clever beloved son were alive and well, and yet she couldn't help but feel they were in danger all the time.

She had to get away, to convince herself she could leave them alone for a few hours without anything happening... so she sat, she sat and she looked up at the sky which was much too clear and much too blue, she watched the crashing of the water on the rocks and the steps.

Steps.

With a sharp gasp she turned around, her bow drawn tight as her eyes found the owner of said steps, eyes full of panic, as if expecting it to be Charon himself ready to drag her to the darkest pits of Tartarus. For only a moment, the sun seemed to reflect red on those pitch black irises.

@l-l-l-l-legendary @odysseus-is-waiting @just-a-mer & literally anyone else, I'm afraid to tag ppl, it's my first time making an open starter I'm sorry

[penelope-is-at-sea]

❀OPEN STARTER RP❀

The sky was a wonderful blue, devoid of clouds, as if the colour could up and swallow you. The grass was cold under her hands, the morning dew dampening the white of her chiton.

She was back, no longer in armour, no longer in immediate danger. And yet, as she looked at the water, she felt that something was off... Every day she flinched as she was caressed by her spouse, every night she woke up in a cold sweat, haunted by the voices of the men and women slaughtered through her desperation.

She sat at the edge of a cliff, one almost similar to that of Antinous's island, except this time her plan wasn't to jump... She didn't think so anyway. No, for now she just observed the water, its slow push and pull, and wondered where was the threat she so heavily felt on her shoulders? Amphitrite was gone, the suitors were killed. Odysseus, her beautiful darling husband and Telemachus her clever beloved son were alive and well, and yet she couldn't help but feel they were in danger all the time.

She had to get away, to convince herself she could leave them alone for a few hours without anything happening... so she sat, she sat and she looked up at the sky which was much too clear and much too blue, she watched the crashing of the water on the rocks and the steps.

Steps.

With a sharp gasp she turned around, her bow drawn tight as her eyes found the owner of said steps, eyes full of panic, as if expecting it to be Charon himself ready to drag her to the darkest pits of Tartarus. For only a moment, the sun seemed to reflect red on those pitch black irises.

@l-l-l-l-legendary @odysseus-is-waiting @just-a-mer & literally anyone else, I'm afraid to tag ppl, it's my first time making an open starter I'm sorry

[penelope-is-at-sea]

"aww... did you make sure to make him the prettiest?"

"if I had a coin for every man here that looks and sounds JUST like my husband I'd have enough to put in a bag and use it as a weapon"

- @penelope-is-at-sea

”please don’t..”

[penelope-is-at-sea]

"ok??? and???"

"if I had a coin for every man here that looks and sounds JUST like my husband I'd have enough to put in a bag and use it as a weapon"

- @penelope-is-at-sea

”please don’t..”