Miles away from Ithaca and his family; Odysseus seeks comfort in the arms of Polites, the man he's loved all his life, who greets him with open arms (and legs).
(Epic but rewritten so Polites doesn't die :3)
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"There are other ways of persuasion, there are other modes of control." Circe grabbed Odysseus by the waist, pulling him close. "There are other means of deceit, there are other roads to the soul." She whispered into his ear, making a gesture with her hands as the lights dimmed. "There are other actions of passion, you have so much left to learn." She pulled him into a side room and began to push him down onto the bed. "Want to save your men from the fire? Show me that you're willing to burn."
"Who's to say, with the mistakes I've made?" Odysseus made an attempt to push her off. "Don't be afraid." Circe reassured him.
"That they will be thе last." He tried shoved her back, thinking of Penelope. "Think of your past." She spoke sweetly, trying to break his defences.
"Mistakes I ever makе?" He pushed her away, thinking of Polites. "Don't break when." She came back, insistent and persuasive. you good char?
"There is so much power, so much power but there's no puppet here." She stood up and closed the door, glancing back at Odysseus, who had stood up with her.
"This is the price we pay to love." She smiled and spoke sweetly.
"I'm just a man." He sat back down.
"There is no line, never enough." She stalked towards him, like a predator.
"I'm just a man." He repeated, running a hand through his hair.
"So much power, so much power." She came and pushed him onto his back, speaking softly.
"Forgive me." Words that should've been aimed towards his wife; not the man that had plagued his dreams since the lotus island. He shouldn't be thinking of him when she made advances.
"But there's no puppet here." She straddled him, a dagger hidden with her hand.
"I can't." He shoved her away. Instead of thinking about Penelope, all he could think of was Polites and how upset he'd be.
Is this where i stop because she realises it's poli's bf?
maybe when he mentions pen because she doesn't know anything yet just that he's not exactly open to her moves so like 1 more line? (her gaydar isn't that's good) yeah the "mt wide who waits for me, she's my everything my penelope
"Back at home, my wife awaits for me, she's my everything, my Penelope." He was lying to himself and her. "And she's all my power, all my power but it's been twelve long years!" And yet the hour spent away from Polites felt even more agonising- like part of his soul was missing. "Oh twelve long years since I have seen my wife and now the god of tides is out to end my life." He hoped that, if mentioning Penelope didn't work, Poseidon would. "So I beg you Circe, grant us mercy and let us puppets leave!" He bowed to her, not looking up.
"Penelope?" Circe stopped attempting to seduce him. "As in.. Penelope of Ithaca, originally from Sparta? That Penelope?" She stood there, mouth agape.
Odysseus allowed himself to look up.
"Wait- wait, wait, wait. Penelope? Where are you from? What's your name?" Circe stopped trying to flirt with him, eyes wide as saucers.
"Odysseus of Ithaca." He answered her, not looking up. "How do you know my wife?" Circe just shook her head. "Stay here." He said nothing, unsure of what she had planned.
It wasn't until, with the nymphs from earlier, she returned. "Is that really him?... I was expecting him to look better..." They murmured between themselves. "Is this your captain?" Circe asked someone hidden behind the others; Odysseus could only catch a glimpse of red.
"Ody?" Polites stepped forward and Odysseus felt all his blood go south. He was wearing form-fitting clothes similar to Circe's and jewellery adorned him. At night, Odysseus had no doubt he'd dream and think how he stared at him in those clothes. "Are you alright?" He stepped closer and placed a hand on his captain's face. Their lips were mere inches apart and Odysseus found himself leaning in closer.
Circe cleared her throat and Odysseus pulled away, face flushed with embarrassment. "We were talking about Poseidon..?" She prompted. "Oh yeah we were—" Polites began to speak. "Ssh, nymph." She patted his head absently. "I'm not a—" he tried speaking again. "Silence, nymph." She spoke firmer and Polites shut up.
She stared at Odysseus, clearly expecting him to continue his story from earlier. "Poseidon is refusing to let us return to Ithaca and I need to see Penelope again." He spoke quickly, aware of the impatient fidgeting of the nymphs. "I just need to make sure she's okay... and make amends." Circe nodded.
"There might be a way to get home. Though this other way's very dangerous. It might be your one final hope." She spoke calmly, as if the matter was of no importance to her. "I know of a brilliant prophet. Problem is this prophet is dead." The nymphs all let out a dramatic gasp, Polites too, albeit more hesitantly.
"I can't get you home, but I'll get you to the Underworld instead." Circe smiled at them and then glanced back at Odysseus. "I'll release your men, and I'll get you to the Underworld instead." Right, the men. The men turned into the pigs that he didn't forget when he was pretty princess poli.
"Wait, you're helping us?" He asked in shock, almost refusing to believe it.
"There are many ways of persuasion. There are many modes of control." She laughed at his reaction but there was no malice. "Maybe showing one act of kindness. Leads to kinder souls down the road." She patted Polites and the head and adjusted his headband.
"I remember actions of passion. I have been in love once before." She paused for a moment, considering her next words. "Maybe one day, the world will need a puppeteer no more. Or maybe one day, the world will need a puppeteer more." Circe walked out of the room and everyone else followed her.
Forty-one pigs all packed into a single pen. Neither Circe nor any of the nymphs seemed to care about how inhumane the conditions were. "These are your men, aren't they?" She spoke without waiting for an answer. She waved her hand and they were turned back into men. It was a quicker and less horrific event than the one that came before. "Take whatever supplies you want and need. In return, I will come with you."
None of the men moved, still in fear of Circe. Polites was the one that broke the silence. "Why don't some of you go find Eurylochus and the ship? The rest of us can pack food and wine." Elpenor noticeably started to pay attention to the mention of wine.
For the next few minutes, there was chaos as the crew scrambled to find non-cursed food and wine. "Let me get us a fresh meal before we leave." Circe offered, only to be politely rejected. There were five barrels of wine that they could find and Elpenor was already drinking out of one.
Circe turned to nymph, who was around her height and spoke affectionately to her. "You will be the head of the house while I am gone. Do not spare any possible danger." She smiled at her before turning back to Odysseus. "Lead the way back to the ship before I change my mind about letting you go home."
Taking the food and four barrels of wine, they made the long walk back to the ships. Odysseus heard a sudden and loud thud, but when he looked around nothing seemed changed so he kept walking.
A/N - Polites & Circe = mother and son duo, also some fabulous and amasing art of polites in this chapter drawn by the best platonic hisband ever (charlie)
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