#ooc: also totally imagined Ody knowing Tir and their wife but not their child / grandson. These two kept drifting apart and together -

[just-a-mer]

"Well, I suppose I'll just have to bring you along sometime. Ooh, maybe there's a ghost horse somewhere that's small enough for you." Odysseus replies, tempted to ruffle their hair to fuether the playful jab, but remembering his progress on the braids, he opts against the action. Odysseus resumes his twining; threading the strands of hair together and decorating each with flowers and other things he had brought.

At his soon-to-be's bounce question, the king makes a quiet sound of thought. "Can't say I have, though it does sound ... interesting, to say the least." The siren almost forgot how they both had been joined in marriage at one point. The thought of staying forced to the isle while his wife wandered the underworld was already miserable enough; actually experiencing such a fate must be harder than he could imagine. "Did you? I assume you've participated in their traditions - though I couldn't imagine you doing something like that in your adult years."

Odysseus hummed a quiet tune that walked through the wind as though it was a winding path spiraling around the two of their heads. The siren had managed to get Tiresias to lower their hood, and they took the opportunity to begin taming the mess that was their hair.

The king took it in steps; starting with unraveling old braids and hair styling (with permission, of course, and leaving alone what he wasn't granted to untie), then beginning to undo knots as gently as he could with his claws. Which, surprisingly, worked rather well. Apologizing here or there when he inevitably accidentally tugged on a strand or two.

After the song was complete, Odysseus filled the silence with small questions and memories he could recall. Some humorous stories here and there of his adventures, too.

[ Tiresias hums, smiling and leaning against Odysseus, making barely any movement, and only startled noises when the knots were too tight. There was mingling conversation and questions here and there, but it was always so simple, and so their answers followed that trend. Though there was one moment in which they took a chance. Perhaps halfway through one of his many tales of his adventures, Tir reaches up to cup Ody’s face. Bringing to close enough, they tilt their head up to press a sweet kiss to his lips, twirling a strand of his hair before letting go and settling back into their regular position. Though it was hard to exactly see their face, their voice reeked of certain joy and overwhelming love and excitement from just the simple act of intimacy ]

“You can keep talking, muse. I just love the way you convey your stories, and you.”

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@just-a-mer

[thrpr0phetuseek]

[ they scoff, lightly smacking his hand as he works through their hair ]

“Perhaps. Maybe there’s two short ones!”

[ humming, they pondered, trying to grasp at empty memories floating around ]

“Not in the leaping, though there were other traditions. Can’t remember them exactly, though.”

“ . . . Does something trouble you, muse? Or are you simply enjoying the peace.”

Odysseus hummed a quiet tune that walked through the wind as though it was a winding path spiraling around the two of their heads. The siren had managed to get Tiresias to lower their hood, and they took the opportunity to begin taming the mess that was their hair.

The king took it in steps; starting with unraveling old braids and hair styling (with permission, of course, and leaving alone what he wasn't granted to untie), then beginning to undo knots as gently as he could with his claws. Which, surprisingly, worked rather well. Apologizing here or there when he inevitably accidentally tugged on a strand or two.

After the song was complete, Odysseus filled the silence with small questions and memories he could recall. Some humorous stories here and there of his adventures, too.

[ Tiresias hums, smiling and leaning against Odysseus, making barely any movement, and only startled noises when the knots were too tight. There was mingling conversation and questions here and there, but it was always so simple, and so their answers followed that trend. Though there was one moment in which they took a chance. Perhaps halfway through one of his many tales of his adventures, Tir reaches up to cup Ody’s face. Bringing to close enough, they tilt their head up to press a sweet kiss to his lips, twirling a strand of his hair before letting go and settling back into their regular position. Though it was hard to exactly see their face, their voice reeked of certain joy and overwhelming love and excitement from just the simple act of intimacy ]

“You can keep talking, muse. I just love the way you convey your stories, and you.”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

@just-a-mer