╰┈➤𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ━━ ❝I envy those ignorant to the way Gods toy with us.❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you're the object of many powerful men desires; from gods to warriors...they all want 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ᴇᴘɪᴄ: ᴛᴍ!ᴀᴜ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
[𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤/𝐟�...
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The courtyard was serene as you sat, a soft breeze whispering through the olive trees, their branches swaying gently above.
The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the ground, and you found yourself absentmindedly playing the aulos, the dual pipes releasing a lilting melody that carried no particular tune—just notes flowing out of habit.
Your fingers moved automatically, pressing down on the holes with familiarity, though your thoughts were distant, elsewhere.
After a while, the tune drifted to a stop, leaving nothing but the rustle of leaves swaying in the breeze.
You sighed, setting the instrument aside, the hollow reeds settling on the grass beside you.
Slowly, you slouched forward, feeling the tiredness settle in your bones, and then leaned backwards until you were flat onto the soft grass, staring up at the cloudless sky above.
Closing your eyes as you exhaled deeply, trying to enjoy the calmness, but it felt impossible.
There was a lingering tension in the air—an unease that wouldn't leave your chest.
You lay there, staring up at the sky as your thoughts twisted and turned, weighed down by an uneasy sense of dread that no amount of sunshine could dispel.
It was overwhelming—how a moment of peace could feel so fragile, so precarious. Like a thin layer of ice over deep water, one wrong step and everything could shatter.
The warmth, the promise of rest, the brief hope—all of it felt so easily snatched away.
The night of the feast had felt like a dream—a moment where everything was finally right again.
It was filled with laughter and joy, music and dance. The food had been plentiful, the wine had flowed freely, and the smiles on everyone's faces had been genuine.
