❝ How much longer
Ctimene of Ithaca.
ares’s chosen hero . loyal wife of eurylochus . a quick wit , rage incarnate.
nsfw / semi - selective
portrayal of #authoredbyaries
Must I suffer now . ❞
Sipping on a goblet of wine .
Pausing to rest in the humid air ; the noise of insects drilling their monotonous tones into her skull .
she felt she was going crazy ; felt as if she could burst with one wrong gust of air .
the sea is tempestuous tonight ; she notes . it is {+}
Sipping on a goblet of wine .
Pausing to rest in the humid air ; the noise of insects drilling their monotonous tones into her skull .
she felt she was going crazy ; felt as if she could burst with one wrong gust of air .
the sea is tempestuous tonight ; she notes . it is {+}
the boat pulling upon the shore of the island that eurylochus had landed upon , she slung bags upon her shoulder and she disembarked to find him .
no matter what person he may be , she still knew that they would see each other , would know each other . {+}
she turns back to the god , her ancestor .
“ thank you . for this . for your help . I just . . . I need to see him again . Good , or bad , I need to see him again . No matter how long it takes , I need to see him . And you’ve made that so . Thank you . ”
nodding at his words , she scanned the vessel . she was no sailor , like her brother , but she could hold her own . and so she would .
“ he may not recognize me , but he will know me . He knows my soul as much as I know his . ” humming softly as she steps onto the vessel {+}
supplies."
He knows she can defend herself well, but caution is never too much for a traveler.
"When you get to the island, he may not recognize you, he may be scared, confused, be patient. then decide what you want to do, return to Ithaca with him or leave. "
staring out at those same seas that took him away decades ago only steeled her resolve to find him again .
awaiting the messenger god , or some confirmation of his aid for her travel .
{ @WlNGEDMESSENGER / @WINDS0FDOUBT }
Sneaking out from the palace before dawn , she scurries down to the seashore .
awaiting the boat , or whatever the god planned to send . bags pulled over her shoulder , staring out at the crashing waves that she had so often stared at to beg for eury’s safe return . {+}
expect the exact same man , but she was sure than his heart remained the same at his core .
she had longed for this confirmation for so long , had often haunted these shores many a night hoping and praying that the ocean return her eurylochus to her , to no avail . {+}
indeed. it is a choice, but it doesn't change much, you were seen as a traitor's wife all this time.
If you then wish to find him, I will guide you, but listen child, the man you will find is not the same one you lost.
// like for a random prompt , comment for a specific one .
I will be writing at least a paragraph or two to start us off :) pls im itchy to write my girl again https://t.co/tT88QcpTKS