μᾰνῐ́ᾱ; •Madness•Mad Desire•
Y/n didn't want to be sent to a different era, and she certainly didn't anticipate that gods, goddesses, and legends/Heros would be obsessed with her.
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《No ones Pov》
Being a mountain nymph and in love with Narcissus, Echo would continuously keeps an eye on him. She enjoyed seeing him tend to the injured human woman with soft S/c.
She particularly enjoyed seeing the human lady with him, Echo's flaming red hair swept back down to her skin and covered her nude body as it moved in the breeze. Her beautiful, curly hair, which reached her ankles, was long and lengthy.
She received no kindness from Narcissus; in fact, he repeatedly rejected her viciously. Narcissus had been cursed by the goddess Aphrodite for being so ruthless and indifferent to Echo's sentiments. However, Echo didn't agree with the curse at all. Curses shouldn't be given out so easily, she thought, and she secretly disliked the gods.
Poor Echo could only repeat the final few sentences of what others had uttered when Hera also cursed her. Echo would do anything to protect her sisters, even if it meant delaying Hera so that her sister and that blasted Zeus could flee. She was furious at Hera for punishing her, but she was equally furious at Zeus for playing with the Nymphs.
Because Echo hugged Narcissus when they first met because she had fallen in love with him at first sight, it was only natural for the handsome guy to reject her. However, Echo may have been...a little too brazen with Narcissus.
While carefully tracing the wooden trees with her fingertips, Echo pondered how the curse placed on Narcissus had not come to pass. The nude Nymph cautiously moved through the woodland. She had spent days observing Narcissus and the human lady, and she had smiled every day as she saw the woman become better.
As Echo ran forward, the breeze delicately stroked her crimson hair.
《Meanwhile》
Y/n observed Narcissus tending to her bandaged chest; initially, when he would change the bandages, she was a little perplexed, but he didn't seem concerned about seeing her bare breasts; rather, he appeared to be intent on curing her. "Thank you," Y/n said hesitantly as Narcissus helped her put on makeshift clothing they had sewn together from excess fabrics he had collected from a neighboring village's residents. It was colored in a wide range of hues.
Carefully, the guy assisted Y/n into a standing position. She leaned on him for support as she slowly exhaled, "I would...like to watch you hunt for today, I need fresh air." Y/n said feebly. The soft voice of Narcissus resounded as he walked "Ok," his dark air bouncing behind him. Y/n was incredibly appreciative and, to be completely honest, she honestly believed that the entire experience of being "stuck in Greek mythology" was some sort of fever dream. However, the lives she had messed with and the people she saved were real, and her wound is most definitely real and still hurts despite being in the healing process.
