#<- sameee - here they're so free ehhsjs gonna squish em /silly

[thrpr0phetuseek]

She gasps, catching her breath, laughing lightly at his antics.

“Alright pretty boy, you asked for it.”

She teases, climbing atop of him and reaching for every ticklish spot she knows of, unrelenting in her attack.

OPEN / STARTER RP

Setting: in the past, year 5/7 — when Tiresias was changed into a woman as punishment by Hera. They were blinded at a young age, but their sight is not nearly as bad as it is by the time they are in the underworld (they can see your blur). They have their gift of hearing/understanding the songbirds (after being blinded), but have not been able to speak any prophecies yet.

Interact if you want, but don’t feel forced to; enjoy!

<< @the-warrior-of-the-mind @just-a-mer @op3n-arms @frayna-of-the-hollow @notesbyaphrodite @totally-penelope-and-not-a-siren @best-dressed-on-mt-olympus @lethia-not-athena @god-of-smithing-and-cozy-vibes @nymph-queen-and-protector @sillyshootingstaranon @sleepy-4n0n @1ceyanonhasarrived @mortal-of-messangers + anyone else is welcome! >>

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The Temple of Hera was large enough to be called a labyrinth, and it certainly felt like one. Weaving halls pouring out into magnificent gardens full of statues, flowers and hedges fit for hiding in. It was a beautiful landmark, perfectly sculpted like her husband’s temple. Though his was high above, proudly sitting on a hill, while hers sat peacefully hidden in the groves of the forest.

It was practically empty, no mouse nor serpentine thing dared to disturb. But there was something there, or more, someone.

A young woman, dressed in peplos, she wore her hair in many different braids. Some were decorated, others were plain, but all held a story and kept it out of her face. Her face, that of which you could not see. However, it would be good to make note of the staff nearby. It was a wooden one, natural and new, but very deeply loved. Flowers and charmed beads hung off it, and a long, gold carved serpent swirled up, hanging at the curve down with a water lily hung from its mouth, a faint light glowing from it. 

She was working peacefully, making no disturbance to the silence other than a low hum of a distant melody. It was unclear what exactly she was doing, but it would be an estimation that, at this time of day, it could be an offering. Still, something felt off in the moment, here in this temple, like you were intruding on something. It was your choice whether to leave or not—she has yet to notice you were even here—but your decision best be made quick, and quietly.

[just-a-mer]

Odysseus laughs, a genuine sound that seems to float through the air like a feather in free fall.

"Hehe - come on, you're meant to be strong, fight back!" He teases. After having his fair share of tormenting, the siren theatrically flopped back on the grass underfoot, making an exaggerated gasp.

"Oh no, I've fallen, what a moment of weakness - I sure hope nobody takes the opportunity to slay such a beast." He says with dramatic flair, reaching one hand towards the sky.

OPEN / STARTER RP

Setting: in the past, year 5/7 — when Tiresias was changed into a woman as punishment by Hera. They were blinded at a young age, but their sight is not nearly as bad as it is by the time they are in the underworld (they can see your blur). They have their gift of hearing/understanding the songbirds (after being blinded), but have not been able to speak any prophecies yet.

Interact if you want, but don’t feel forced to; enjoy!

<< @the-warrior-of-the-mind @just-a-mer @op3n-arms @frayna-of-the-hollow @notesbyaphrodite @totally-penelope-and-not-a-siren @best-dressed-on-mt-olympus @lethia-not-athena @god-of-smithing-and-cozy-vibes @nymph-queen-and-protector @sillyshootingstaranon @sleepy-4n0n @1ceyanonhasarrived @mortal-of-messangers + anyone else is welcome! >>

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The Temple of Hera was large enough to be called a labyrinth, and it certainly felt like one. Weaving halls pouring out into magnificent gardens full of statues, flowers and hedges fit for hiding in. It was a beautiful landmark, perfectly sculpted like her husband’s temple. Though his was high above, proudly sitting on a hill, while hers sat peacefully hidden in the groves of the forest.

It was practically empty, no mouse nor serpentine thing dared to disturb. But there was something there, or more, someone.

A young woman, dressed in peplos, she wore her hair in many different braids. Some were decorated, others were plain, but all held a story and kept it out of her face. Her face, that of which you could not see. However, it would be good to make note of the staff nearby. It was a wooden one, natural and new, but very deeply loved. Flowers and charmed beads hung off it, and a long, gold carved serpent swirled up, hanging at the curve down with a water lily hung from its mouth, a faint light glowing from it. 

She was working peacefully, making no disturbance to the silence other than a low hum of a distant melody. It was unclear what exactly she was doing, but it would be an estimation that, at this time of day, it could be an offering. Still, something felt off in the moment, here in this temple, like you were intruding on something. It was your choice whether to leave or not—she has yet to notice you were even here—but your decision best be made quick, and quietly.

[thrpr0phetuseek]

She smiles before letting out a surprised squeak, trying to fend him off without, y’know, slapping him (again). She tries hiding behind one of the garden statues but he catches her there, and inevitably she just settles into faked defense and laughter.

“You— Ody le-t go! —haha —I swear— pfft- get off! O-Oh what a monster you are. Reigning k-ing of Ithaca.”

OPEN / STARTER RP

Setting: in the past, year 5/7 — when Tiresias was changed into a woman as punishment by Hera. They were blinded at a young age, but their sight is not nearly as bad as it is by the time they are in the underworld (they can see your blur). They have their gift of hearing/understanding the songbirds (after being blinded), but have not been able to speak any prophecies yet.

Interact if you want, but don’t feel forced to; enjoy!

<< @the-warrior-of-the-mind @just-a-mer @op3n-arms @frayna-of-the-hollow @notesbyaphrodite @totally-penelope-and-not-a-siren @best-dressed-on-mt-olympus @lethia-not-athena @god-of-smithing-and-cozy-vibes @nymph-queen-and-protector @sillyshootingstaranon @sleepy-4n0n @1ceyanonhasarrived @mortal-of-messangers + anyone else is welcome! >>

—

The Temple of Hera was large enough to be called a labyrinth, and it certainly felt like one. Weaving halls pouring out into magnificent gardens full of statues, flowers and hedges fit for hiding in. It was a beautiful landmark, perfectly sculpted like her husband’s temple. Though his was high above, proudly sitting on a hill, while hers sat peacefully hidden in the groves of the forest.

It was practically empty, no mouse nor serpentine thing dared to disturb. But there was something there, or more, someone.

A young woman, dressed in peplos, she wore her hair in many different braids. Some were decorated, others were plain, but all held a story and kept it out of her face. Her face, that of which you could not see. However, it would be good to make note of the staff nearby. It was a wooden one, natural and new, but very deeply loved. Flowers and charmed beads hung off it, and a long, gold carved serpent swirled up, hanging at the curve down with a water lily hung from its mouth, a faint light glowing from it. 

She was working peacefully, making no disturbance to the silence other than a low hum of a distant melody. It was unclear what exactly she was doing, but it would be an estimation that, at this time of day, it could be an offering. Still, something felt off in the moment, here in this temple, like you were intruding on something. It was your choice whether to leave or not—she has yet to notice you were even here—but your decision best be made quick, and quietly.

[just-a-mer]

Odysseus' smile only widens, and he pulls his hand back, raising them both in mock surrender. "Calling me by my full title? How frightening." He mocks lightly. "I won't, I won't... after this one!"

The siren then goes in for the ticke, recounting all the points of weakness they had discovered over their years.

OPEN / STARTER RP

Setting: in the past, year 5/7 — when Tiresias was changed into a woman as punishment by Hera. They were blinded at a young age, but their sight is not nearly as bad as it is by the time they are in the underworld (they can see your blur). They have their gift of hearing/understanding the songbirds (after being blinded), but have not been able to speak any prophecies yet.

Interact if you want, but don’t feel forced to; enjoy!

<< @the-warrior-of-the-mind @just-a-mer @op3n-arms @frayna-of-the-hollow @notesbyaphrodite @totally-penelope-and-not-a-siren @best-dressed-on-mt-olympus @lethia-not-athena @god-of-smithing-and-cozy-vibes @nymph-queen-and-protector @sillyshootingstaranon @sleepy-4n0n @1ceyanonhasarrived @mortal-of-messangers + anyone else is welcome! >>

—

The Temple of Hera was large enough to be called a labyrinth, and it certainly felt like one. Weaving halls pouring out into magnificent gardens full of statues, flowers and hedges fit for hiding in. It was a beautiful landmark, perfectly sculpted like her husband’s temple. Though his was high above, proudly sitting on a hill, while hers sat peacefully hidden in the groves of the forest.

It was practically empty, no mouse nor serpentine thing dared to disturb. But there was something there, or more, someone.

A young woman, dressed in peplos, she wore her hair in many different braids. Some were decorated, others were plain, but all held a story and kept it out of her face. Her face, that of which you could not see. However, it would be good to make note of the staff nearby. It was a wooden one, natural and new, but very deeply loved. Flowers and charmed beads hung off it, and a long, gold carved serpent swirled up, hanging at the curve down with a water lily hung from its mouth, a faint light glowing from it. 

She was working peacefully, making no disturbance to the silence other than a low hum of a distant melody. It was unclear what exactly she was doing, but it would be an estimation that, at this time of day, it could be an offering. Still, something felt off in the moment, here in this temple, like you were intruding on something. It was your choice whether to leave or not—she has yet to notice you were even here—but your decision best be made quick, and quietly.