#<- gsbdjsn my bad! I didn't even think about that! /gen /silly

[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.

[just-a-mer]

"Tiresias, marriage is entirely possible for us." Odysseus explained, cupping their cheek and lifting their head up to face him. They couldn't see each other's eyes, but he saw them. The scars, mental ones weighing heavy and the unfathomable care and affection. Deeper, he could even spot the companionship with snakes; the love for sun.

"I imagine such information would be rather useless traveling through the underworld, so I am not surprised you haven't heard it, but ... if that is where you wish to go: we can walk that road."

The siren did not have foresight, and he was far from communicating with the fates; but he could see a future where they were tied with rings on their fingers - mortal or shades of past lives.

[ 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]

“I—”

[ they opened their mouth to speak, but nothing came out. They weren’t sure what was stopping them, not anymore ]

“I don’t know . . . the law, I guess? This— this is as far as we can get in this relationship. You can only marry the opposite sex, but . . . Love, I don’t know. I don’t know where old limits have ended and new ones have begun. I don’t know . . . ”

[ they mumbled long, tired ‘I don’t know’s while burying their head against his chest. There was so much overwhelming love they had for Odysseus. Every talk, hug, kiss and cuddle. Every argument, comfort, flirt and tease. Everything they had shared together and yet they only wished to be closer. Looking back on it, it’s as though they never changed. As though they were just picking up where they left off. Still, they wanted to be closer to him—to their love—but they didn’t know where to start ]

[ 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.

[just-a-mer]

Odysseus smiled as they drowned him in kisses, occasionally managing to sneak in a few of his own and melting into each of theirs. Oh, how he adored them; all the nymph qualities they had been embarrassed by at one point or another, the endless times they would share banter and tease, even their genuine arguments were something he could look back at and be relieved that it never tore them apart. A whisper so close did not go unnoticed by the siren; his ear flicking to pick it up.

" ... what's stopping 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.