╰┈➤𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ━━ ❝You've always been my little muse.❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you're the object of many powerful men desires; from gods to warriors...they all want 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 🇵🇴🇸🇹-ᴇᴘɪᴄ: ᴛᴍ!ᴀᴜ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
📖A mythic slow-burn, spiralin...
[Updated A/N June 23, 2025]: Okay so! Just a quick heads-up because I've seen a few comments—the image shown here is meant to be a visual for my OC, Andreia. I actually made a version of her on ArtBreeder, which I've been using since before the big AI art debates really took off. And while I totally get that "AI" is a loaded topic these days (for valid reasons—especially with the harm it can cause to artists and even the environment), I want to be clear: ArtBreeder isn't like those prompt-based generators. It's more of a collaborative tool where you blend and tweak from existing images to bring a face to life.
That said—this picture isn't even my ArtBreeder version 😭. I couldn't quite get the hair shade and intensity I wanted, so I just did what anyone desperate would do: typed "red-haired, green-eyed pale woman" into Google/Pinterest and picked one that gave the vibe. 💀 I do plan to replace it eventually once I nail the right look—but for now, this was just the closest match to how she's always lived in my head.
Not trying to replace real artists, just wanted a little visual aid for y'all (and me) while reading. So thank you to everyone who's been riding for Andreia—even the ones giving her the side-eye 😭. Your thoughts, spicy or sweet, always mean a lot. Hope you're still loving the story 🖤✨
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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.
