#<- (lmao) this has become a very kissy rp but to be fair Tir is REAAALLLLLYYYY excited /silly /gen

[just-a-mer]

The king was taken aback by the kiss at first, not expecting the sudden swamp of love, nor the words that followed. His eyes welled with tears, and his heart skipped a few beats as though it was rushing to get up the spiral staircase towards his mind instead of taking a calm pace.

"Of course, I-" he chokes back the tremble in his voice, "It would be beyond any gods' blessing to have you by my side. For now and forever; until immortal afterlife begs us to take life anew, and even then, I will find you." Flooded with emotions of his own, Odysseus wept quietly, hugging his lover and pressing his forehead against theirs.

[ they were sat peacefully by the shore of the mingling rivers, swaying lazily with no lingering thoughts. This had been how they’d spent the past few hours — though time is irrelevant in the underground, everyone knows this — getting up and wandering tipsily when they felt the itch to move, settling down for however long their body would let them before they were spat out to wander again. It peaceful, if not irregular, and the prophet could not think to ask of a better way to spend such a quiet time. Well, nearly could not ]

“ . . . Muse?”

<< @thrpr0phetuseek =} >>

"Hey there, love." Odysseus greets the call, slinking out from the water to move towards the peophet. Upon getting close, the king's face scrunches, catching whiff of the alcohol lingering on their form. Even if they faint, they unfortunately couldn't escape it, not with heightened senses.

With a quiet, almost inaudible hum, he plants himself by Tiresias' side, not yet shifting out of his seabound form. The prophet was still one of the few people he felt he didn't have to be on edge around; let alone hide certain features he had learned to humanly mask.

"Red wine?" He asks, playfully poking their side, though it was also meant to give them a general understanding of where he was sat.

[thrpr0phetuseek]

[ they froze, processing every word slowly before it all clicked. Excitedly, and filled with so much love, they kissed him, cupping where he held their face, kissing him again and again before choking out something between a laugh and a very happy sob ]

“Great gods, no! . . . no one ever carries such information, but— but love, please! Odysseus, oh my sweet, perfect lover, if you’d be perfectly willing and generous . . . I would like to spend the rest of my days and nights with you. If you’d be so kind, if you’d love to do the same, I’d love to hold you for the rest of your days and long after, giving you all my love I have to offer. Just— please. Ody, I’d love to walk that road with you.”

[ they were sat peacefully by the shore of the mingling rivers, swaying lazily with no lingering thoughts. This had been how they’d spent the past few hours — though time is irrelevant in the underground, everyone knows this — getting up and wandering tipsily when they felt the itch to move, settling down for however long their body would let them before they were spat out to wander again. It peaceful, if not irregular, and the prophet could not think to ask of a better way to spend such a quiet time. Well, nearly could not ]

“ . . . Muse?”

<< @thrpr0phetuseek =} >>

"Hey there, love." Odysseus greets the call, slinking out from the water to move towards the peophet. Upon getting close, the king's face scrunches, catching whiff of the alcohol lingering on their form. Even if they faint, they unfortunately couldn't escape it, not with heightened senses.

With a quiet, almost inaudible hum, he plants himself by Tiresias' side, not yet shifting out of his seabound form. The prophet was still one of the few people he felt he didn't have to be on edge around; let alone hide certain features he had learned to humanly mask.

"Red wine?" He asks, playfully poking their side, though it was also meant to give them a general understanding of where he was sat.