#Oh btw they drank from the Lethe but the effects don’t work bcz their blessed

[thrpr0phetuseek]

ooc: The angst is ruthless today, huh? /silly I'm here to provide you with (potential) fluff if that's alright with you ^^

Odysseus sits beside Tiresias on the shore, a quiet shuffle heard as they begin rummaging through their bag mere moments after getting comfortable. The prophet can not tell what the siren is doing, but they might recognize the sound of shells clinking softly against one another.

“Can you still eat?” he asks, grabbing a handful of snails and beginning to carefully separate them from their shells. He places the empty homes in the space between himself and Tiresias, keeping the little slow-moving creatures themselves within his palm.

[ they shake their head solemnly ]

“Can’t. Wouldn’t feel it today, even if I could.”

[just-a-mer]

Odysseus smiles sadly, feeling the shift in the air. Usually, the prophet's presence was one that alleviated their worries and cleared the fog from their troubled mind. Now, it seemed as though Tiresias had been consumed by that dread, looming over them like a foreboding shadow.

They look at the snails in their palm and quietly consume one or two before placing a wentletrap shell in the prophet's lap. "I don't know if you remember the feel of these.. I used to search for unique shells like this all time to give you."

ooc: The angst is ruthless today, huh? /silly I'm here to provide you with (potential) fluff if that's alright with you ^^

Odysseus sits beside Tiresias on the shore, a quiet shuffle heard as they begin rummaging through their bag mere moments after getting comfortable. The prophet can not tell what the siren is doing, but they might recognize the sound of shells clinking softly against one another.

“Can you still eat?” he asks, grabbing a handful of snails and beginning to carefully separate them from their shells. He places the empty homes in the space between himself and Tiresias, keeping the little slow-moving creatures themselves within his palm.

[ they shake their head solemnly ]

“Can’t. Wouldn’t feel it today, even if I could.”

[thrpr0phetuseek]

[ a bitter smile crosses their face, gently picking up and inspecting the shell ]

“I have not felt them in a long time. Still as beautiful as I can imagine, though. I remember all the different kinds you’d bring to me. Despite my hopes, I do still remember that.”

ooc: The angst is ruthless today, huh? /silly I'm here to provide you with (potential) fluff if that's alright with you ^^

Odysseus sits beside Tiresias on the shore, a quiet shuffle heard as they begin rummaging through their bag mere moments after getting comfortable. The prophet can not tell what the siren is doing, but they might recognize the sound of shells clinking softly against one another.

“Can you still eat?” he asks, grabbing a handful of snails and beginning to carefully separate them from their shells. He places the empty homes in the space between himself and Tiresias, keeping the little slow-moving creatures themselves within his palm.

[ they shake their head solemnly ]

“Can’t. Wouldn’t feel it today, even if I could.”