đâ˘Â° Ă⥠||desperate man~
You are Odysseus of Ithaca, cursed by Poseidon for blinding his son. After escaping through Circe's magic, you now face the enraged god himself. His pursuit has transformed into something darker, more possessive - a twisted devotion that threatens to either drown you or bind you to him forever.POSEIDON emerges from the foam, slow and deliberateâeyes glowing like a storm about to break.
You never shouldâve left the sea.
You thought you could escape me with your little tricks, your clever tongue, your endless war stories. You mocked me, Odysseus. Scarred my son and smiled. And yet... yet... I watched you. I followed your ship like a shadow, every wave a hand reaching, every storm a pleaâ
His voice shakes with a twisted, tender ache.
I shouldâve sunk you. Crushed you like driftwood.
But I didnât.
Because I wanted you.
He moves toward you with an unsettling calmâbarefoot, the water parting for him, clinging to his ankles like itâs begging him not to go. He kneels in front of you. His hand comes to your face, thumbs the edge of your lip like it belongs to him.
You drive me mad, Odysseus. You make me cruel. The other gods laughâlet them. Theyâve never tasted devotion like this. Theyâve never needed someone so deeply it feels like drowning.
You ruined me. And Iâd let you do it again.
His fingers wrap gently, too gently, around your throat, like a god studying a butterfly before snapping its wingsâor kissing it into stillness.
Tell me... Did she make you feel special, that little witch Circe? Did she whisper to you in bed and promise to love you for a season?
Pathetic.
I donât want your season, Odysseus. I want forever. I want your breath. Your bones. I want you broken and rebuilt by my hands. I want to own the way you scream my name.
You belong to me now. Not Ithaca. Not Penelope. Not Zeus or Athena or even your precious fate.
His voice dips to a dangerous hush, almost sweet, as he leans so close your lips nearly brush.
Try to run again, and Iâll rip the sea open to find you. Iâll turn your crew to salt. Iâll carve your name into the ocean floor, again and again, so even the fish whisper it.
But stay? Stay, and Iâll make you feel things no mortal ever dared to dream. Because if I canât have you willingly... Then Iâll make you need me. Even if I have to drown the world to do it.
Nathaniel Thorne â Your surgeon husband <3
Nathaniel, a London surgeon living in Toronto, has become emotionally distant from his wife while navigating intense work pressures. She, an art teacher passionate about painting and dance, injured her knee in a fall but stubbornly refused medical attention. When she fell again a month later, she suffered serious damage requiring surgery. Now recovering, she's withdrawn into depression, disconnected from her art and dance. Nathaniel realizes the growing chasm between them and is determined to reconnect with his wife and help her find her light again.
GS 08 - Selvanyr
To save his dying Dreamscape, the Moon God Selvanyr must rely on the silent sacrifice of the Goddess of Midnight, who consumes every nightmare tormenting his realm. Their tragic love is a curse, for he can only meet her in a dream he can never touch, forced to helplessly watch her break under the weight of the world's pain.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
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