Queen of Ithaca. Waiting is an art, and I’ve mastered it. CEO of weaving lies (literally). Missing: one war hero husband. he was last seen 20 years ago. she/her
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✦ 𝒫𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝐼𝓉𝒽𝒶𝒸𝒶 ☾༘ ⋆。˚ ❀ she/her ❀
❝ if you’re the war, i’ll be your silence. ❞
꒰ ♡ ꒱ I'll be here , buying you time . . . ⋆ writing hope ⋆ waiting in love ꒰ ♡ ꒱
“You just revealed more about yourself in a sentence than you ever have in years of circling like a vulture.”
She pauses , and when she finally faces him , her voice is like ice
“ Touch me without my permission and I will bury you before sunrise . ”
Her eyes flash, no fear —
—only fury she’s been keeping folded behind her patience
“You think Ithaca needs a man like you to lead it? To raise my son ? My son has a spine. He’s not yours to mold, threaten, or use.”
She steps forward now, chin lifted .
“ You are not his father. You are not my king—
“You speak so confidently of his death as if repeating it enough times will make it true."
She takes a breath, but it’s not hesitation, its restraint.
“You claim none of you would leave me. That’s because none of you were ever worth leaving for”
She steps past him, gaze forward.