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Calliope held the letter tight against her chest as she sifted through the modest home of her husband.
While she'd only been married a short time to Alector of Aetaea, she knew to keep this particular bit of correspondence a secret. She'd, after all, up to this point been a good girl for her husband. Calliope made sure to tend to their home, set aside particular matching sets for him to drape over his shoulders, fill his belly with mead and his home with the scents of luncheon ready for his partaking. She hoped to earn some semblance of independence, to see the world she'd lost track of, buried in the depths of her home with no hope for escape. The faint marks on her wrists, the tread of rope that wore into her skin, was sign enough of her submission. They were scars that burned deeper into her chest than they ever could into her flesh. She waited with dying hopes of the day she'd be "free", treated as more than a plaything to tend to a man's every need.
But that dream was just that. Every day that Apollo carried his sun chariot through the sky was evidence of her enslavement. Every night was a ravishing that she hated to feel her body become accustomed to. Again, Calliope clutched at the letter at her chest, nodding at the lash of her husband's tongue as he pilfered through the few letters he'd received. She sought to tune him out, but that voice haunted her. It pierced into her thoughts, driving a wedge into her movements and brought a very real shiver that rolled down her spine. That voice that commanded her to service him. That voice that murmured her name into her ear as he took her. She hated him more than anything else save for her father: the reason she was in this hell to begin with. And yet... she felt the cold shiver of arousal that curled her toes and extended her fingertips. Was it wrong, to feel pleasure in it all? Fear she knew was justified, hatred was merited. But the curl of arousal sharpened her fear all the more, the ever present terror of looming affection for a man that knew nothing but to abuse her.
Then, Calliope thought of Adrestus and her arms pulled closer against her body. The letter seared against her chest and her heart swelled with affection. Even the imperfections in his letter, the scribbles that erased words he dare not let her read brought a smile to her lips. But, the letter itself, a kind and gracious invitation to pass the night with a male who appreciated her company rather than treated her as an object. It was as she pulled away from her husband's lingering presence and excused herself that she truly allowed herself to feel. Calliope was not naive. She could see straight through the beautiful eyes of Adrestus of Nikolaos and see the yearning within him. She could see the burgeoning affection that she could so easily snuff out. She should snuff it out, for her own protection: for a lord such as he needed no shield from Alector. But, she did.
Do I love Adrestus? she wondered as she ruminated on the encounters she'd had with him. The boy was just that, hardly old enough to pull up his own trousers if he was so inclined to wear them. He was a beautiful soul whose gaze bled with yearning and she couldn't help herself but be entranced by his eyes. She thought fondly of Adrestus as she passed through the day, looking again and again to the letter as she tidied up Alector's home and prepared a note for him.
My love, she began, retching at the idea that she could ever love this filth of a being.
I've gone out for the evening at the behest of my friend, Elysia. She is a trusted friend from home, and I plan to ask her about my father and his health before we go and visit him next month. Please think kindly of me, my dear, and I'll return to you in the night,
Your beloved Calliope.
The woman pressed her lips to the expanse of papyrus immediately adjacent to her signature, letting the subtle brush of her makeup dash upon the surface before she gathered her things and made her escape from her home.
Calliope was dressed in a short dress which hugged the delicate curves of her frame. Swirling dyes had been poured into the fabric, giving the linens a deep blue hue that matched with the crashing tide that roared against the sands so nearby. Her movements were slow, a subtle shift to her hips with every step as the sapphire against her throat and jingling at her wrists made the subtle sounds of shifting jewelry in her wake. She allowed herself to shake off her sandals, letting them sink into the sands before they sifted between her toes. How she loved this feeling, her heart swelling with every bit of the freedom she'd taken for herself. Then, the ocean air filled her lungs, the sharp tang of salt mixed in with the squawks of the seabirds that waddled about on the ground. They rose up in her wake, taking to the sky before roaming in circles on the thermals above.
Calliope of Aetaea took her moment to roam the sands with her gaze, narrowing those hazel orbs in search for Adrestus with no avail. She'd, perhaps, arrived too early, the sun still moments from setting. Rather than lament, for she knew that the nobleboy would arrive for his own invitation, she allowed herself to sink to the floor, her gaze swollen with adoration as she partook in the sunset and thought of a life where she might enjoy it every evening.
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Calliope held the letter tight against her chest as she sifted through the modest home of her husband.
While she'd only been married a short time to Alector of Aetaea, she knew to keep this particular bit of correspondence a secret. She'd, after all, up to this point been a good girl for her husband. Calliope made sure to tend to their home, set aside particular matching sets for him to drape over his shoulders, fill his belly with mead and his home with the scents of luncheon ready for his partaking. She hoped to earn some semblance of independence, to see the world she'd lost track of, buried in the depths of her home with no hope for escape. The faint marks on her wrists, the tread of rope that wore into her skin, was sign enough of her submission. They were scars that burned deeper into her chest than they ever could into her flesh. She waited with dying hopes of the day she'd be "free", treated as more than a plaything to tend to a man's every need.
But that dream was just that. Every day that Apollo carried his sun chariot through the sky was evidence of her enslavement. Every night was a ravishing that she hated to feel her body become accustomed to. Again, Calliope clutched at the letter at her chest, nodding at the lash of her husband's tongue as he pilfered through the few letters he'd received. She sought to tune him out, but that voice haunted her. It pierced into her thoughts, driving a wedge into her movements and brought a very real shiver that rolled down her spine. That voice that commanded her to service him. That voice that murmured her name into her ear as he took her. She hated him more than anything else save for her father: the reason she was in this hell to begin with. And yet... she felt the cold shiver of arousal that curled her toes and extended her fingertips. Was it wrong, to feel pleasure in it all? Fear she knew was justified, hatred was merited. But the curl of arousal sharpened her fear all the more, the ever present terror of looming affection for a man that knew nothing but to abuse her.
Then, Calliope thought of Adrestus and her arms pulled closer against her body. The letter seared against her chest and her heart swelled with affection. Even the imperfections in his letter, the scribbles that erased words he dare not let her read brought a smile to her lips. But, the letter itself, a kind and gracious invitation to pass the night with a male who appreciated her company rather than treated her as an object. It was as she pulled away from her husband's lingering presence and excused herself that she truly allowed herself to feel. Calliope was not naive. She could see straight through the beautiful eyes of Adrestus of Nikolaos and see the yearning within him. She could see the burgeoning affection that she could so easily snuff out. She should snuff it out, for her own protection: for a lord such as he needed no shield from Alector. But, she did.
Do I love Adrestus? she wondered as she ruminated on the encounters she'd had with him. The boy was just that, hardly old enough to pull up his own trousers if he was so inclined to wear them. He was a beautiful soul whose gaze bled with yearning and she couldn't help herself but be entranced by his eyes. She thought fondly of Adrestus as she passed through the day, looking again and again to the letter as she tidied up Alector's home and prepared a note for him.
My love, she began, retching at the idea that she could ever love this filth of a being.
I've gone out for the evening at the behest of my friend, Elysia. She is a trusted friend from home, and I plan to ask her about my father and his health before we go and visit him next month. Please think kindly of me, my dear, and I'll return to you in the night,
Your beloved Calliope.
The woman pressed her lips to the expanse of papyrus immediately adjacent to her signature, letting the subtle brush of her makeup dash upon the surface before she gathered her things and made her escape from her home.
Calliope was dressed in a short dress which hugged the delicate curves of her frame. Swirling dyes had been poured into the fabric, giving the linens a deep blue hue that matched with the crashing tide that roared against the sands so nearby. Her movements were slow, a subtle shift to her hips with every step as the sapphire against her throat and jingling at her wrists made the subtle sounds of shifting jewelry in her wake. She allowed herself to shake off her sandals, letting them sink into the sands before they sifted between her toes. How she loved this feeling, her heart swelling with every bit of the freedom she'd taken for herself. Then, the ocean air filled her lungs, the sharp tang of salt mixed in with the squawks of the seabirds that waddled about on the ground. They rose up in her wake, taking to the sky before roaming in circles on the thermals above.
Calliope of Aetaea took her moment to roam the sands with her gaze, narrowing those hazel orbs in search for Adrestus with no avail. She'd, perhaps, arrived too early, the sun still moments from setting. Rather than lament, for she knew that the nobleboy would arrive for his own invitation, she allowed herself to sink to the floor, her gaze swollen with adoration as she partook in the sunset and thought of a life where she might enjoy it every evening.
Calliope held the letter tight against her chest as she sifted through the modest home of her husband.
While she'd only been married a short time to Alector of Aetaea, she knew to keep this particular bit of correspondence a secret. She'd, after all, up to this point been a good girl for her husband. Calliope made sure to tend to their home, set aside particular matching sets for him to drape over his shoulders, fill his belly with mead and his home with the scents of luncheon ready for his partaking. She hoped to earn some semblance of independence, to see the world she'd lost track of, buried in the depths of her home with no hope for escape. The faint marks on her wrists, the tread of rope that wore into her skin, was sign enough of her submission. They were scars that burned deeper into her chest than they ever could into her flesh. She waited with dying hopes of the day she'd be "free", treated as more than a plaything to tend to a man's every need.
But that dream was just that. Every day that Apollo carried his sun chariot through the sky was evidence of her enslavement. Every night was a ravishing that she hated to feel her body become accustomed to. Again, Calliope clutched at the letter at her chest, nodding at the lash of her husband's tongue as he pilfered through the few letters he'd received. She sought to tune him out, but that voice haunted her. It pierced into her thoughts, driving a wedge into her movements and brought a very real shiver that rolled down her spine. That voice that commanded her to service him. That voice that murmured her name into her ear as he took her. She hated him more than anything else save for her father: the reason she was in this hell to begin with. And yet... she felt the cold shiver of arousal that curled her toes and extended her fingertips. Was it wrong, to feel pleasure in it all? Fear she knew was justified, hatred was merited. But the curl of arousal sharpened her fear all the more, the ever present terror of looming affection for a man that knew nothing but to abuse her.
Then, Calliope thought of Adrestus and her arms pulled closer against her body. The letter seared against her chest and her heart swelled with affection. Even the imperfections in his letter, the scribbles that erased words he dare not let her read brought a smile to her lips. But, the letter itself, a kind and gracious invitation to pass the night with a male who appreciated her company rather than treated her as an object. It was as she pulled away from her husband's lingering presence and excused herself that she truly allowed herself to feel. Calliope was not naive. She could see straight through the beautiful eyes of Adrestus of Nikolaos and see the yearning within him. She could see the burgeoning affection that she could so easily snuff out. She should snuff it out, for her own protection: for a lord such as he needed no shield from Alector. But, she did.
Do I love Adrestus? she wondered as she ruminated on the encounters she'd had with him. The boy was just that, hardly old enough to pull up his own trousers if he was so inclined to wear them. He was a beautiful soul whose gaze bled with yearning and she couldn't help herself but be entranced by his eyes. She thought fondly of Adrestus as she passed through the day, looking again and again to the letter as she tidied up Alector's home and prepared a note for him.
My love, she began, retching at the idea that she could ever love this filth of a being.
I've gone out for the evening at the behest of my friend, Elysia. She is a trusted friend from home, and I plan to ask her about my father and his health before we go and visit him next month. Please think kindly of me, my dear, and I'll return to you in the night,
Your beloved Calliope.
The woman pressed her lips to the expanse of papyrus immediately adjacent to her signature, letting the subtle brush of her makeup dash upon the surface before she gathered her things and made her escape from her home.
Calliope was dressed in a short dress which hugged the delicate curves of her frame. Swirling dyes had been poured into the fabric, giving the linens a deep blue hue that matched with the crashing tide that roared against the sands so nearby. Her movements were slow, a subtle shift to her hips with every step as the sapphire against her throat and jingling at her wrists made the subtle sounds of shifting jewelry in her wake. She allowed herself to shake off her sandals, letting them sink into the sands before they sifted between her toes. How she loved this feeling, her heart swelling with every bit of the freedom she'd taken for herself. Then, the ocean air filled her lungs, the sharp tang of salt mixed in with the squawks of the seabirds that waddled about on the ground. They rose up in her wake, taking to the sky before roaming in circles on the thermals above.
Calliope of Aetaea took her moment to roam the sands with her gaze, narrowing those hazel orbs in search for Adrestus with no avail. She'd, perhaps, arrived too early, the sun still moments from setting. Rather than lament, for she knew that the nobleboy would arrive for his own invitation, she allowed herself to sink to the floor, her gaze swollen with adoration as she partook in the sunset and thought of a life where she might enjoy it every evening.
Adrestus had gotten her letter and was overjoyed she hadn't ignored what he had sent her. He viewed Calliope as the most beautiful woman he had ever seen… and while she was married, the young noble saw no problem with speaking to her. He felt a connection like nothing he had ever known, and he was not about to let it go. Of course, this meant that he would need to slightly sneak away and not make it evident to where he was going. He had done so many times before, so it wasn't hard, and when Adrestus knew Calliope would be there, he headed to probably his favorite place- the beach. Adrestus was wearing quite neutral clothes, something he did when he didn't want to bring attention to himself. He wished to talk to Calliope without any eyes on them, and he didn't want to cause any alerts. Especially since no one knew, on his side, that he was going to talk to her. Because what he had to say to her… was going to be changing his life forever.
He stepped off onto the sand, his face full of attraction towards Calliope and anticipation of what the night before them. Adre took in a great deep breath of the ocean breeze, and it seemed to calm him, and he exhaled. His steps on the sand were nothing but whispers, though he made a trail behind himself. He didn't see the gorgeous girl he was looking for, but when Adre did, he couldn't help but freeze. He watched her take in the sunset as she sat along the beach, and while he couldn't describe why he felt nervous bubbling inside him. He wanted her to like him. Well, he desperately wanted her to like him. He wanted her attention because whenever she looked at him, all his worries seemed to melt away. He paused for a few more moments before starting to move forward once more, but unlike before, he was quicker in his steps. Once he reached her, he called out, his voice filled with happiness to see her. "Calliope!" The young teen moved so that he lowered himself to the sand in front of her, Adre's voice raised slightly only so she could hear him.
"You got my letter," His voice was gentle and quiet, and he smiled brightly over at her. "It wasn't any trouble getting here, was it?" His concern was evident, and he moved closer to her. He grinned at her and relax back, letting his body rest in the sand. He glanced over to the sunset, as it was still setting. Thankfully, the world wasn't so dark yet. Adrestus glanced back at Calliope, and grinned, his eyes shining in attraction. He really liked this girl. "I'm so glad you came Calliope…. I have so much to tell you." Of course, for now this would be between them. Adrestus had been talking to Timaeous and it was already pretty set in stone what they were going to do. For some reason, however something in him told him that Calli had to know, too. Adrestus looked down and reached for the other's hand. "It just… means a lot to me that you came." Adrestus took out what he had been hiding within his clothes, and offered the heavy glass to her. It was wine. "I thought we might drink a little out of this too, tonight." Adrestus sat up and proceeded to open the wine, which he had wanted to share with her. Hopefully, tonight would be a good one.
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Adrestus had gotten her letter and was overjoyed she hadn't ignored what he had sent her. He viewed Calliope as the most beautiful woman he had ever seen… and while she was married, the young noble saw no problem with speaking to her. He felt a connection like nothing he had ever known, and he was not about to let it go. Of course, this meant that he would need to slightly sneak away and not make it evident to where he was going. He had done so many times before, so it wasn't hard, and when Adrestus knew Calliope would be there, he headed to probably his favorite place- the beach. Adrestus was wearing quite neutral clothes, something he did when he didn't want to bring attention to himself. He wished to talk to Calliope without any eyes on them, and he didn't want to cause any alerts. Especially since no one knew, on his side, that he was going to talk to her. Because what he had to say to her… was going to be changing his life forever.
He stepped off onto the sand, his face full of attraction towards Calliope and anticipation of what the night before them. Adre took in a great deep breath of the ocean breeze, and it seemed to calm him, and he exhaled. His steps on the sand were nothing but whispers, though he made a trail behind himself. He didn't see the gorgeous girl he was looking for, but when Adre did, he couldn't help but freeze. He watched her take in the sunset as she sat along the beach, and while he couldn't describe why he felt nervous bubbling inside him. He wanted her to like him. Well, he desperately wanted her to like him. He wanted her attention because whenever she looked at him, all his worries seemed to melt away. He paused for a few more moments before starting to move forward once more, but unlike before, he was quicker in his steps. Once he reached her, he called out, his voice filled with happiness to see her. "Calliope!" The young teen moved so that he lowered himself to the sand in front of her, Adre's voice raised slightly only so she could hear him.
"You got my letter," His voice was gentle and quiet, and he smiled brightly over at her. "It wasn't any trouble getting here, was it?" His concern was evident, and he moved closer to her. He grinned at her and relax back, letting his body rest in the sand. He glanced over to the sunset, as it was still setting. Thankfully, the world wasn't so dark yet. Adrestus glanced back at Calliope, and grinned, his eyes shining in attraction. He really liked this girl. "I'm so glad you came Calliope…. I have so much to tell you." Of course, for now this would be between them. Adrestus had been talking to Timaeous and it was already pretty set in stone what they were going to do. For some reason, however something in him told him that Calli had to know, too. Adrestus looked down and reached for the other's hand. "It just… means a lot to me that you came." Adrestus took out what he had been hiding within his clothes, and offered the heavy glass to her. It was wine. "I thought we might drink a little out of this too, tonight." Adrestus sat up and proceeded to open the wine, which he had wanted to share with her. Hopefully, tonight would be a good one.
Adrestus had gotten her letter and was overjoyed she hadn't ignored what he had sent her. He viewed Calliope as the most beautiful woman he had ever seen… and while she was married, the young noble saw no problem with speaking to her. He felt a connection like nothing he had ever known, and he was not about to let it go. Of course, this meant that he would need to slightly sneak away and not make it evident to where he was going. He had done so many times before, so it wasn't hard, and when Adrestus knew Calliope would be there, he headed to probably his favorite place- the beach. Adrestus was wearing quite neutral clothes, something he did when he didn't want to bring attention to himself. He wished to talk to Calliope without any eyes on them, and he didn't want to cause any alerts. Especially since no one knew, on his side, that he was going to talk to her. Because what he had to say to her… was going to be changing his life forever.
He stepped off onto the sand, his face full of attraction towards Calliope and anticipation of what the night before them. Adre took in a great deep breath of the ocean breeze, and it seemed to calm him, and he exhaled. His steps on the sand were nothing but whispers, though he made a trail behind himself. He didn't see the gorgeous girl he was looking for, but when Adre did, he couldn't help but freeze. He watched her take in the sunset as she sat along the beach, and while he couldn't describe why he felt nervous bubbling inside him. He wanted her to like him. Well, he desperately wanted her to like him. He wanted her attention because whenever she looked at him, all his worries seemed to melt away. He paused for a few more moments before starting to move forward once more, but unlike before, he was quicker in his steps. Once he reached her, he called out, his voice filled with happiness to see her. "Calliope!" The young teen moved so that he lowered himself to the sand in front of her, Adre's voice raised slightly only so she could hear him.
"You got my letter," His voice was gentle and quiet, and he smiled brightly over at her. "It wasn't any trouble getting here, was it?" His concern was evident, and he moved closer to her. He grinned at her and relax back, letting his body rest in the sand. He glanced over to the sunset, as it was still setting. Thankfully, the world wasn't so dark yet. Adrestus glanced back at Calliope, and grinned, his eyes shining in attraction. He really liked this girl. "I'm so glad you came Calliope…. I have so much to tell you." Of course, for now this would be between them. Adrestus had been talking to Timaeous and it was already pretty set in stone what they were going to do. For some reason, however something in him told him that Calli had to know, too. Adrestus looked down and reached for the other's hand. "It just… means a lot to me that you came." Adrestus took out what he had been hiding within his clothes, and offered the heavy glass to her. It was wine. "I thought we might drink a little out of this too, tonight." Adrestus sat up and proceeded to open the wine, which he had wanted to share with her. Hopefully, tonight would be a good one.
Calliope of Aetaea couldn't help the reaction she had to Adrestus as he made himself known. He shouted her name from behind her and immediately she felt her soul lift from her flesh. She very nearly turned to face him, but decided to allow the dazzling sunset in front of her to conceal the true depth of the affection that swam within her. Full to bursting just with the affection she could feel in his voice, the small heart that Alector of Athenia had crushed and stepped on repeatedly grew swollen and ripe with the shuffling sounds of the beautiful Athenian noble trudging his way towards her. Within moments, Adrestus of Nikolaos had fallen to the ground in front of her and the smile grew wider upon her lips as she listened to his voice turn quieter.
The soothing tones that carried into her ear were so very different than the gruff and dominating commands Alector gave her. The concern evident upon his features and the swollen grin upon his lips brought the ticking machine within her chest to its breaking point. How delightful the very acknowledgement of her from his lips was that she could almost mistake the emotion within her as the love she debated having for him. However, Calliope of Aetaea could not understand love. She was a victim, a tumbleweed rolling against the brutalizing wind of abuse and she knew nothing but contempt. The very memory of love had wilted from her after her it had left the heart of her father. To this day she bore the scars of that abuse, both within her chest and upon her body that she sought for no one but Alector to see.
Calliope of Aetaea stared in stunned disbelief, allowing her hazel orbs to analyze in detail every bit of Adrestus' face. His eyes were brimming with affection, but his gaze did not linger from hers. So captivated, so endearing was the crystalline gaze of Adrestus of Nikalaos that Calliope couldn't help but melt at the intensity of it all. He drew nearer to her, asking her of the troubles she had. These were questions no one ever had for the slave-wife, and every bit of positive attention Adrestus gave to her wound him deeper and deeper within the decaying ruins of her fragile heart. She thrust herself forth, pushing the noble back just slightly as she engulfed him in an embrace. Her arms wound around his neck, the fingertips of her left hand brushing gently into Adrestus' neck. She soothed those digits into the noble's hair, winding the short locks about her fingertips as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck.
"I missed you," she told him, the words so soft that he'd need to strain them to hear. It was a secret, a treasured admission she held only for him to hear. Calliope of Aetaea felt the moisture well against her eyelashes and certainly they'd trickle against the crook of his neck. She hadn't told him of the pains in her life, of the rebellion that it was stealing herself away from Alector to see him. Her feelings, however, flowed into her proximity, her heated chest set firmly against Adrestus' before she pulled away from him for a sense of normalcy again. An anxious chuckle escaped Calliope's lips, and she drew back entirely to allow herself to lounge in a seated posture on the beach. Her willowy legs extended outward, her toes dipping into the sand as the anxiety dissolved into hearty laughter.
Truly, Calliope of Aetaea felt at ease and it showed with the curve of her lips as her head tipped back with the pleasure of her temporary freedom. She didn't answer his words before her admission, letting the fervor within her embrace show him just how strongly she felt in his company. She felt the tick in her chest die down, bit by bit before truly she was at ease. Gratefully, she took the wine, letting a sip of the marvelous sanguine liquid trickle down her throat as she kicked up her feet, sending a dash of sand flying out in every direction. The mellifluous laughter extended outward anew as she turned to face him. She beckoned him to draw nearer, so eager to feel his embrace once again. Perhaps it was disloyal, but Alector of Athenia was owed by her no fealty that he did not take for himself. She'd gladly wash herself clean by Adrestus' affection, clearly wanting it more than she could express in words.
"What did you have to tell me, Adrestus?" she asked, her gaze unfailingly set upon his.
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Calliope of Aetaea couldn't help the reaction she had to Adrestus as he made himself known. He shouted her name from behind her and immediately she felt her soul lift from her flesh. She very nearly turned to face him, but decided to allow the dazzling sunset in front of her to conceal the true depth of the affection that swam within her. Full to bursting just with the affection she could feel in his voice, the small heart that Alector of Athenia had crushed and stepped on repeatedly grew swollen and ripe with the shuffling sounds of the beautiful Athenian noble trudging his way towards her. Within moments, Adrestus of Nikolaos had fallen to the ground in front of her and the smile grew wider upon her lips as she listened to his voice turn quieter.
The soothing tones that carried into her ear were so very different than the gruff and dominating commands Alector gave her. The concern evident upon his features and the swollen grin upon his lips brought the ticking machine within her chest to its breaking point. How delightful the very acknowledgement of her from his lips was that she could almost mistake the emotion within her as the love she debated having for him. However, Calliope of Aetaea could not understand love. She was a victim, a tumbleweed rolling against the brutalizing wind of abuse and she knew nothing but contempt. The very memory of love had wilted from her after her it had left the heart of her father. To this day she bore the scars of that abuse, both within her chest and upon her body that she sought for no one but Alector to see.
Calliope of Aetaea stared in stunned disbelief, allowing her hazel orbs to analyze in detail every bit of Adrestus' face. His eyes were brimming with affection, but his gaze did not linger from hers. So captivated, so endearing was the crystalline gaze of Adrestus of Nikalaos that Calliope couldn't help but melt at the intensity of it all. He drew nearer to her, asking her of the troubles she had. These were questions no one ever had for the slave-wife, and every bit of positive attention Adrestus gave to her wound him deeper and deeper within the decaying ruins of her fragile heart. She thrust herself forth, pushing the noble back just slightly as she engulfed him in an embrace. Her arms wound around his neck, the fingertips of her left hand brushing gently into Adrestus' neck. She soothed those digits into the noble's hair, winding the short locks about her fingertips as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck.
"I missed you," she told him, the words so soft that he'd need to strain them to hear. It was a secret, a treasured admission she held only for him to hear. Calliope of Aetaea felt the moisture well against her eyelashes and certainly they'd trickle against the crook of his neck. She hadn't told him of the pains in her life, of the rebellion that it was stealing herself away from Alector to see him. Her feelings, however, flowed into her proximity, her heated chest set firmly against Adrestus' before she pulled away from him for a sense of normalcy again. An anxious chuckle escaped Calliope's lips, and she drew back entirely to allow herself to lounge in a seated posture on the beach. Her willowy legs extended outward, her toes dipping into the sand as the anxiety dissolved into hearty laughter.
Truly, Calliope of Aetaea felt at ease and it showed with the curve of her lips as her head tipped back with the pleasure of her temporary freedom. She didn't answer his words before her admission, letting the fervor within her embrace show him just how strongly she felt in his company. She felt the tick in her chest die down, bit by bit before truly she was at ease. Gratefully, she took the wine, letting a sip of the marvelous sanguine liquid trickle down her throat as she kicked up her feet, sending a dash of sand flying out in every direction. The mellifluous laughter extended outward anew as she turned to face him. She beckoned him to draw nearer, so eager to feel his embrace once again. Perhaps it was disloyal, but Alector of Athenia was owed by her no fealty that he did not take for himself. She'd gladly wash herself clean by Adrestus' affection, clearly wanting it more than she could express in words.
"What did you have to tell me, Adrestus?" she asked, her gaze unfailingly set upon his.
Calliope of Aetaea couldn't help the reaction she had to Adrestus as he made himself known. He shouted her name from behind her and immediately she felt her soul lift from her flesh. She very nearly turned to face him, but decided to allow the dazzling sunset in front of her to conceal the true depth of the affection that swam within her. Full to bursting just with the affection she could feel in his voice, the small heart that Alector of Athenia had crushed and stepped on repeatedly grew swollen and ripe with the shuffling sounds of the beautiful Athenian noble trudging his way towards her. Within moments, Adrestus of Nikolaos had fallen to the ground in front of her and the smile grew wider upon her lips as she listened to his voice turn quieter.
The soothing tones that carried into her ear were so very different than the gruff and dominating commands Alector gave her. The concern evident upon his features and the swollen grin upon his lips brought the ticking machine within her chest to its breaking point. How delightful the very acknowledgement of her from his lips was that she could almost mistake the emotion within her as the love she debated having for him. However, Calliope of Aetaea could not understand love. She was a victim, a tumbleweed rolling against the brutalizing wind of abuse and she knew nothing but contempt. The very memory of love had wilted from her after her it had left the heart of her father. To this day she bore the scars of that abuse, both within her chest and upon her body that she sought for no one but Alector to see.
Calliope of Aetaea stared in stunned disbelief, allowing her hazel orbs to analyze in detail every bit of Adrestus' face. His eyes were brimming with affection, but his gaze did not linger from hers. So captivated, so endearing was the crystalline gaze of Adrestus of Nikalaos that Calliope couldn't help but melt at the intensity of it all. He drew nearer to her, asking her of the troubles she had. These were questions no one ever had for the slave-wife, and every bit of positive attention Adrestus gave to her wound him deeper and deeper within the decaying ruins of her fragile heart. She thrust herself forth, pushing the noble back just slightly as she engulfed him in an embrace. Her arms wound around his neck, the fingertips of her left hand brushing gently into Adrestus' neck. She soothed those digits into the noble's hair, winding the short locks about her fingertips as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck.
"I missed you," she told him, the words so soft that he'd need to strain them to hear. It was a secret, a treasured admission she held only for him to hear. Calliope of Aetaea felt the moisture well against her eyelashes and certainly they'd trickle against the crook of his neck. She hadn't told him of the pains in her life, of the rebellion that it was stealing herself away from Alector to see him. Her feelings, however, flowed into her proximity, her heated chest set firmly against Adrestus' before she pulled away from him for a sense of normalcy again. An anxious chuckle escaped Calliope's lips, and she drew back entirely to allow herself to lounge in a seated posture on the beach. Her willowy legs extended outward, her toes dipping into the sand as the anxiety dissolved into hearty laughter.
Truly, Calliope of Aetaea felt at ease and it showed with the curve of her lips as her head tipped back with the pleasure of her temporary freedom. She didn't answer his words before her admission, letting the fervor within her embrace show him just how strongly she felt in his company. She felt the tick in her chest die down, bit by bit before truly she was at ease. Gratefully, she took the wine, letting a sip of the marvelous sanguine liquid trickle down her throat as she kicked up her feet, sending a dash of sand flying out in every direction. The mellifluous laughter extended outward anew as she turned to face him. She beckoned him to draw nearer, so eager to feel his embrace once again. Perhaps it was disloyal, but Alector of Athenia was owed by her no fealty that he did not take for himself. She'd gladly wash herself clean by Adrestus' affection, clearly wanting it more than she could express in words.
"What did you have to tell me, Adrestus?" she asked, her gaze unfailingly set upon his.
He was thrilled that she had come to the beach to talk with him. He had been hoping his letter had been successful, and his heart swelled to know that she had come for him because of it. He had never felt so much affection for anyone like he held for Calliope, and while he didn’t understand everything fully just yet, he wasn’t about to shy away from it. Whenever he saw her, he felt anxious, and his face beamed red, and he wanted was her eyes on him. Adrestus really really liked the other woman, and all he wanted was for her to be happy and safe. He had already assumed Alector wasn’t treating her right, and while he couldn’t do anything about it, he wished she could stay with his family. They’d be so much nicer to her… but then, that wasn’t to be, either. He told her he was glad she had come, and this was the truth. Adrestus’s eyes widened as she came forward towards him, and the boy let out a laugh as he reached one of his arms out to wrap them around her. He steadied himself from falling back into the sand, and instead of leaning on one of his hands that rested behind him. He smiled brightly as he felt her fingers in his hair, and he gently rubbed his cheek against her cheek. He rested his chin against her as she put her head into his neck, glancing out towards the ocean. “I missed you too, very much.” The noble teen spoke quietly, wanting only her to hear.
He rested there a moment, enjoying the time that he had with Calliope. She was such a beautiful person and well, if things were different if she wasn’t married… As Calliope pulled back, Adrestus brought out the wine, a smile against his lips. Now that they were here, they could enjoy themselves. It meant a lot that she had come, so might as well offer her something, right? He grinned as she watched her drink the liquid, and once she was done, he took the bottle himself to get a couple sips out of it. The wine was cool against his throat, and he licked his lips as he pulled the bottle away from him. He let out a laugh with her, and as she beckoned him he obeyed. He moved through the sand towards her, resting his body right up against her. Carefully and slowly, he moved his arm up and around the girl’s shoulders, pulling her right back into him. He liked it when he rested against him; he felt like he could shield her from the whole world when she was so close. He reached and slid his hands through her soft hair, but was cautious not to destroy her hairstyle. “Hm?” He hummed, distracted by her beauty to really pay attention to her every word. “Oh, yes, what I wanted to talk about.” Or at least, that’s what he guessed she had said. He didn’t want to seem dumb or deaf.
“Well, do you ever think there is something more out there?” Adre spoke softly, continuing to slide his fingers delicately against her head. Almost massaging her as it were. “Timeaus and I have been talking for a bit… you know who that is? Timeaus Valaoritis?” He looked at her as if he expected her to know everyone. He continued. “Well, he’s a great guy. Anyways, we were thinking of adventuring out into the world. Making our own way.” Adrestus loved the idea of independence, and getting out of Athenia was the easiest way to do it. “It’ll be dangerous and difficult, but we want to travel to all the kingdoms. Or try to.” Adrestus blurted out their plans, smiling the whole time. He suddenly frowned, shutting his mouth, and looked sad. He looked over at her more seriously, as if he realized something. “But…” he started. Adrestus shook his head. “It might take a while. Years even.” He let out a sad sigh and suddenly wrapped his arms around her in an affectionate hug. If he was leaving Athenia, that meant…. He’d be leaving Calliope. He hated that fact. He put his face into Calliope’s shoulder and tightened his arms around her. “That means....” He almost couldn't end the sentence.
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He was thrilled that she had come to the beach to talk with him. He had been hoping his letter had been successful, and his heart swelled to know that she had come for him because of it. He had never felt so much affection for anyone like he held for Calliope, and while he didn’t understand everything fully just yet, he wasn’t about to shy away from it. Whenever he saw her, he felt anxious, and his face beamed red, and he wanted was her eyes on him. Adrestus really really liked the other woman, and all he wanted was for her to be happy and safe. He had already assumed Alector wasn’t treating her right, and while he couldn’t do anything about it, he wished she could stay with his family. They’d be so much nicer to her… but then, that wasn’t to be, either. He told her he was glad she had come, and this was the truth. Adrestus’s eyes widened as she came forward towards him, and the boy let out a laugh as he reached one of his arms out to wrap them around her. He steadied himself from falling back into the sand, and instead of leaning on one of his hands that rested behind him. He smiled brightly as he felt her fingers in his hair, and he gently rubbed his cheek against her cheek. He rested his chin against her as she put her head into his neck, glancing out towards the ocean. “I missed you too, very much.” The noble teen spoke quietly, wanting only her to hear.
He rested there a moment, enjoying the time that he had with Calliope. She was such a beautiful person and well, if things were different if she wasn’t married… As Calliope pulled back, Adrestus brought out the wine, a smile against his lips. Now that they were here, they could enjoy themselves. It meant a lot that she had come, so might as well offer her something, right? He grinned as she watched her drink the liquid, and once she was done, he took the bottle himself to get a couple sips out of it. The wine was cool against his throat, and he licked his lips as he pulled the bottle away from him. He let out a laugh with her, and as she beckoned him he obeyed. He moved through the sand towards her, resting his body right up against her. Carefully and slowly, he moved his arm up and around the girl’s shoulders, pulling her right back into him. He liked it when he rested against him; he felt like he could shield her from the whole world when she was so close. He reached and slid his hands through her soft hair, but was cautious not to destroy her hairstyle. “Hm?” He hummed, distracted by her beauty to really pay attention to her every word. “Oh, yes, what I wanted to talk about.” Or at least, that’s what he guessed she had said. He didn’t want to seem dumb or deaf.
“Well, do you ever think there is something more out there?” Adre spoke softly, continuing to slide his fingers delicately against her head. Almost massaging her as it were. “Timeaus and I have been talking for a bit… you know who that is? Timeaus Valaoritis?” He looked at her as if he expected her to know everyone. He continued. “Well, he’s a great guy. Anyways, we were thinking of adventuring out into the world. Making our own way.” Adrestus loved the idea of independence, and getting out of Athenia was the easiest way to do it. “It’ll be dangerous and difficult, but we want to travel to all the kingdoms. Or try to.” Adrestus blurted out their plans, smiling the whole time. He suddenly frowned, shutting his mouth, and looked sad. He looked over at her more seriously, as if he realized something. “But…” he started. Adrestus shook his head. “It might take a while. Years even.” He let out a sad sigh and suddenly wrapped his arms around her in an affectionate hug. If he was leaving Athenia, that meant…. He’d be leaving Calliope. He hated that fact. He put his face into Calliope’s shoulder and tightened his arms around her. “That means....” He almost couldn't end the sentence.
He was thrilled that she had come to the beach to talk with him. He had been hoping his letter had been successful, and his heart swelled to know that she had come for him because of it. He had never felt so much affection for anyone like he held for Calliope, and while he didn’t understand everything fully just yet, he wasn’t about to shy away from it. Whenever he saw her, he felt anxious, and his face beamed red, and he wanted was her eyes on him. Adrestus really really liked the other woman, and all he wanted was for her to be happy and safe. He had already assumed Alector wasn’t treating her right, and while he couldn’t do anything about it, he wished she could stay with his family. They’d be so much nicer to her… but then, that wasn’t to be, either. He told her he was glad she had come, and this was the truth. Adrestus’s eyes widened as she came forward towards him, and the boy let out a laugh as he reached one of his arms out to wrap them around her. He steadied himself from falling back into the sand, and instead of leaning on one of his hands that rested behind him. He smiled brightly as he felt her fingers in his hair, and he gently rubbed his cheek against her cheek. He rested his chin against her as she put her head into his neck, glancing out towards the ocean. “I missed you too, very much.” The noble teen spoke quietly, wanting only her to hear.
He rested there a moment, enjoying the time that he had with Calliope. She was such a beautiful person and well, if things were different if she wasn’t married… As Calliope pulled back, Adrestus brought out the wine, a smile against his lips. Now that they were here, they could enjoy themselves. It meant a lot that she had come, so might as well offer her something, right? He grinned as she watched her drink the liquid, and once she was done, he took the bottle himself to get a couple sips out of it. The wine was cool against his throat, and he licked his lips as he pulled the bottle away from him. He let out a laugh with her, and as she beckoned him he obeyed. He moved through the sand towards her, resting his body right up against her. Carefully and slowly, he moved his arm up and around the girl’s shoulders, pulling her right back into him. He liked it when he rested against him; he felt like he could shield her from the whole world when she was so close. He reached and slid his hands through her soft hair, but was cautious not to destroy her hairstyle. “Hm?” He hummed, distracted by her beauty to really pay attention to her every word. “Oh, yes, what I wanted to talk about.” Or at least, that’s what he guessed she had said. He didn’t want to seem dumb or deaf.
“Well, do you ever think there is something more out there?” Adre spoke softly, continuing to slide his fingers delicately against her head. Almost massaging her as it were. “Timeaus and I have been talking for a bit… you know who that is? Timeaus Valaoritis?” He looked at her as if he expected her to know everyone. He continued. “Well, he’s a great guy. Anyways, we were thinking of adventuring out into the world. Making our own way.” Adrestus loved the idea of independence, and getting out of Athenia was the easiest way to do it. “It’ll be dangerous and difficult, but we want to travel to all the kingdoms. Or try to.” Adrestus blurted out their plans, smiling the whole time. He suddenly frowned, shutting his mouth, and looked sad. He looked over at her more seriously, as if he realized something. “But…” he started. Adrestus shook his head. “It might take a while. Years even.” He let out a sad sigh and suddenly wrapped his arms around her in an affectionate hug. If he was leaving Athenia, that meant…. He’d be leaving Calliope. He hated that fact. He put his face into Calliope’s shoulder and tightened his arms around her. “That means....” He almost couldn't end the sentence.
A smile curled the lips of Callippe of Aetaea as her cheek brushed against the noble's before sliding into its place at his neck. Her arms remained shrouded about him, a deep-seeded desire to remain close to the beautiful noble boy blooming within her chest. Here, with Adrestus, she felt safety, she felt protected. She knew not how long that protection would last, but she relished in it for the entirety of its existence. The both of them lingered in proximity for longer than necessary, silence hovering after he stated that he too had missed her. But... why? What was it about the very much married Calliope of Aetaea that called to Adrestus' attention? Why did he enjoy her presence so much that he'd risk her husband finding out that she'd gone out to meet him? Lingering fear caught within Calliope's chest, the rigid resistance of knowing the consequences of their closeness weighted against the liberation she felt around him.
Calliope couldn't help but curl into his embrace as he imposed it upon her, the shield that was hos body providing her a warmth she hadn't known in years and selfishly craved more and more of. She posed her question as a reluctant severance of the silence, but all the while a soft purr of delight escaped her throat at the fingers that sifted into her hair. How Calliope basked in the positive attentions lavished upon her, how her body and soul warmed up to even the smallest hint of kind treatment. Here was a boy who'd earned her trust and she felt quite confident that if he asked it of her, she'd give him much more to consider. However, Adrestus was a nice boy, still within his youth and she wondered if he even thought of girls in that way just yet. Rather than press that point and force her perverse imaginings on him, she insisted on knowing what ailed him, what drew him nearer and what inspired him to treat her so kindly.
Well, do you ever think there is something more out there?
Adrestus' words bore the same insecurity as the tone inlaid within them. The boy seemed uncertain of his words, but the strength of his fingers soothing into her scalp brought yet another delighted purr of pleasure from her lips. She was sorely tempted to kiss Adrestus, to reward him for the easy caresses and delightful attentions he lauded upon her. But, she did not. She instead, let herself sink low into his chest as he continued to speak. He spoke of a boy she didn't know, but by the way he referenced his name she figured it was some noble he'd met in his privileged life of affluence. She had no idea, but she took it on good faith that he was what Adrestus said he was. But, his words, spoken so kindly also brought the weight of lightning upon her. Calliope felt as a leaf in the wind, carried by the warmth of the thermals until Zeus challenged the very notion of flight with his divine lightning. She felt the soothing escape that was Adrestus draw further away, even when his chest continued to warm her face.
"Making... your own way?" she trailed off, her voice waning quieter and quieter as a silent horror overtook her senses. She didn't know this Timaeus of Valaoritis, but the very idea of him drew a red anger throughout Calliope. Anger manifested as her grasp growing firmer, her digits poking tiny holes into Adrestus' chiton as tiny droplets of moisture seeped against his chest. She listened in anguish as he described the idea of adventure, of years away from Calliope. But, in those same utterances she caught a glimmer of hope. He seemed just as conflicted as she! She saw in Adrestus' plans a possible salvation for her, a lure of adventure that could crush the weight of her despair.
"Don't leave me, Adrestus... If you go, take me with you," she began, tightening the hold to his chiton and bringing her lips to his cheekbone. A gentle kiss pressed into the young noble's jawline as his arms wound tightly against her. She sought to turn his head so that their eyes met, her watery hazel filled with hope that she dare not venture too deeply into. If she could get Adrestus to agree... to take his risk with her, then she might never need to live in fear again.
"Take me away from Alector, Adrestus. Please," she begged him.
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A smile curled the lips of Callippe of Aetaea as her cheek brushed against the noble's before sliding into its place at his neck. Her arms remained shrouded about him, a deep-seeded desire to remain close to the beautiful noble boy blooming within her chest. Here, with Adrestus, she felt safety, she felt protected. She knew not how long that protection would last, but she relished in it for the entirety of its existence. The both of them lingered in proximity for longer than necessary, silence hovering after he stated that he too had missed her. But... why? What was it about the very much married Calliope of Aetaea that called to Adrestus' attention? Why did he enjoy her presence so much that he'd risk her husband finding out that she'd gone out to meet him? Lingering fear caught within Calliope's chest, the rigid resistance of knowing the consequences of their closeness weighted against the liberation she felt around him.
Calliope couldn't help but curl into his embrace as he imposed it upon her, the shield that was hos body providing her a warmth she hadn't known in years and selfishly craved more and more of. She posed her question as a reluctant severance of the silence, but all the while a soft purr of delight escaped her throat at the fingers that sifted into her hair. How Calliope basked in the positive attentions lavished upon her, how her body and soul warmed up to even the smallest hint of kind treatment. Here was a boy who'd earned her trust and she felt quite confident that if he asked it of her, she'd give him much more to consider. However, Adrestus was a nice boy, still within his youth and she wondered if he even thought of girls in that way just yet. Rather than press that point and force her perverse imaginings on him, she insisted on knowing what ailed him, what drew him nearer and what inspired him to treat her so kindly.
Well, do you ever think there is something more out there?
Adrestus' words bore the same insecurity as the tone inlaid within them. The boy seemed uncertain of his words, but the strength of his fingers soothing into her scalp brought yet another delighted purr of pleasure from her lips. She was sorely tempted to kiss Adrestus, to reward him for the easy caresses and delightful attentions he lauded upon her. But, she did not. She instead, let herself sink low into his chest as he continued to speak. He spoke of a boy she didn't know, but by the way he referenced his name she figured it was some noble he'd met in his privileged life of affluence. She had no idea, but she took it on good faith that he was what Adrestus said he was. But, his words, spoken so kindly also brought the weight of lightning upon her. Calliope felt as a leaf in the wind, carried by the warmth of the thermals until Zeus challenged the very notion of flight with his divine lightning. She felt the soothing escape that was Adrestus draw further away, even when his chest continued to warm her face.
"Making... your own way?" she trailed off, her voice waning quieter and quieter as a silent horror overtook her senses. She didn't know this Timaeus of Valaoritis, but the very idea of him drew a red anger throughout Calliope. Anger manifested as her grasp growing firmer, her digits poking tiny holes into Adrestus' chiton as tiny droplets of moisture seeped against his chest. She listened in anguish as he described the idea of adventure, of years away from Calliope. But, in those same utterances she caught a glimmer of hope. He seemed just as conflicted as she! She saw in Adrestus' plans a possible salvation for her, a lure of adventure that could crush the weight of her despair.
"Don't leave me, Adrestus... If you go, take me with you," she began, tightening the hold to his chiton and bringing her lips to his cheekbone. A gentle kiss pressed into the young noble's jawline as his arms wound tightly against her. She sought to turn his head so that their eyes met, her watery hazel filled with hope that she dare not venture too deeply into. If she could get Adrestus to agree... to take his risk with her, then she might never need to live in fear again.
"Take me away from Alector, Adrestus. Please," she begged him.
A smile curled the lips of Callippe of Aetaea as her cheek brushed against the noble's before sliding into its place at his neck. Her arms remained shrouded about him, a deep-seeded desire to remain close to the beautiful noble boy blooming within her chest. Here, with Adrestus, she felt safety, she felt protected. She knew not how long that protection would last, but she relished in it for the entirety of its existence. The both of them lingered in proximity for longer than necessary, silence hovering after he stated that he too had missed her. But... why? What was it about the very much married Calliope of Aetaea that called to Adrestus' attention? Why did he enjoy her presence so much that he'd risk her husband finding out that she'd gone out to meet him? Lingering fear caught within Calliope's chest, the rigid resistance of knowing the consequences of their closeness weighted against the liberation she felt around him.
Calliope couldn't help but curl into his embrace as he imposed it upon her, the shield that was hos body providing her a warmth she hadn't known in years and selfishly craved more and more of. She posed her question as a reluctant severance of the silence, but all the while a soft purr of delight escaped her throat at the fingers that sifted into her hair. How Calliope basked in the positive attentions lavished upon her, how her body and soul warmed up to even the smallest hint of kind treatment. Here was a boy who'd earned her trust and she felt quite confident that if he asked it of her, she'd give him much more to consider. However, Adrestus was a nice boy, still within his youth and she wondered if he even thought of girls in that way just yet. Rather than press that point and force her perverse imaginings on him, she insisted on knowing what ailed him, what drew him nearer and what inspired him to treat her so kindly.
Well, do you ever think there is something more out there?
Adrestus' words bore the same insecurity as the tone inlaid within them. The boy seemed uncertain of his words, but the strength of his fingers soothing into her scalp brought yet another delighted purr of pleasure from her lips. She was sorely tempted to kiss Adrestus, to reward him for the easy caresses and delightful attentions he lauded upon her. But, she did not. She instead, let herself sink low into his chest as he continued to speak. He spoke of a boy she didn't know, but by the way he referenced his name she figured it was some noble he'd met in his privileged life of affluence. She had no idea, but she took it on good faith that he was what Adrestus said he was. But, his words, spoken so kindly also brought the weight of lightning upon her. Calliope felt as a leaf in the wind, carried by the warmth of the thermals until Zeus challenged the very notion of flight with his divine lightning. She felt the soothing escape that was Adrestus draw further away, even when his chest continued to warm her face.
"Making... your own way?" she trailed off, her voice waning quieter and quieter as a silent horror overtook her senses. She didn't know this Timaeus of Valaoritis, but the very idea of him drew a red anger throughout Calliope. Anger manifested as her grasp growing firmer, her digits poking tiny holes into Adrestus' chiton as tiny droplets of moisture seeped against his chest. She listened in anguish as he described the idea of adventure, of years away from Calliope. But, in those same utterances she caught a glimmer of hope. He seemed just as conflicted as she! She saw in Adrestus' plans a possible salvation for her, a lure of adventure that could crush the weight of her despair.
"Don't leave me, Adrestus... If you go, take me with you," she began, tightening the hold to his chiton and bringing her lips to his cheekbone. A gentle kiss pressed into the young noble's jawline as his arms wound tightly against her. She sought to turn his head so that their eyes met, her watery hazel filled with hope that she dare not venture too deeply into. If she could get Adrestus to agree... to take his risk with her, then she might never need to live in fear again.
"Take me away from Alector, Adrestus. Please," she begged him.
Adrestus held onto her tightly as the waves crashed in the background. He was hesitant to tell her the words that rested on her tongue, but he knew he had to speak them soon. There was no getting around it. He had to see the world, he needed to get out of Athenia and see things he never had before. It was partly to find just who he was going to be, partly because of the thrill of adventure. He had already talked to Timaeus, they had made up their minds. They knew how they were going to do it. Adrestus had been training for this- he himself had grown up along the shores of the sea. It shouldn’t be a surprise that he would want to live along the waves for a while. He just wished it didn’t hurt so much to have to leave Calliope. He nodded at her words, his eyes drifting away from her. “Yes, my own way. I can’t do that here, not with my parents breathing down my back about everything.” Of course, it was a miracle if they agreed to this, but somehow he knew they would let him go. It was necessary for him at this point. He watched her, unable to get a clear reaction from her face. He knew that she was hurt about him leaving. He couldn’t see a way around the emotions he was feeling.
He paused at her words, his eyes full of confusion. She was married, she had a husband… a pretty horrible one, but it wasn’t common for wives to just… disappear. “Leave, with me? Calliope, I am leaving for a long time.” His words were full of knowing what this would mean for her. If she just left, her husband would probably try to get her back. His body became frozen as he felt her lips against his jaw, and the young man took a deep breath. He felt butterflies within him, and Adrestus let himself relax. He listened to her next words, and looked at her. He stared at her, for what felt like a long time. He took another deep breath, the air a whisper as it erupted from him.
“I just want to make sure that you really want this.” Adrestus spoke slowly. “I can easily leave, and come back…” He looked away. “If you leave with me, I’m not sure you can come back. Alector will try to come after you, too. I will protect you, Calliope, but… he could I don’t know… sabotage us in some way. And then what? You are taken, he will kill you. If you are going to come with me, I just want to make sure you can come with me safely.”
Adrestus smiled at the older woman. “I don’t want anything to happen to you just because of my adventurous spirit.”
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Adrestus held onto her tightly as the waves crashed in the background. He was hesitant to tell her the words that rested on her tongue, but he knew he had to speak them soon. There was no getting around it. He had to see the world, he needed to get out of Athenia and see things he never had before. It was partly to find just who he was going to be, partly because of the thrill of adventure. He had already talked to Timaeus, they had made up their minds. They knew how they were going to do it. Adrestus had been training for this- he himself had grown up along the shores of the sea. It shouldn’t be a surprise that he would want to live along the waves for a while. He just wished it didn’t hurt so much to have to leave Calliope. He nodded at her words, his eyes drifting away from her. “Yes, my own way. I can’t do that here, not with my parents breathing down my back about everything.” Of course, it was a miracle if they agreed to this, but somehow he knew they would let him go. It was necessary for him at this point. He watched her, unable to get a clear reaction from her face. He knew that she was hurt about him leaving. He couldn’t see a way around the emotions he was feeling.
He paused at her words, his eyes full of confusion. She was married, she had a husband… a pretty horrible one, but it wasn’t common for wives to just… disappear. “Leave, with me? Calliope, I am leaving for a long time.” His words were full of knowing what this would mean for her. If she just left, her husband would probably try to get her back. His body became frozen as he felt her lips against his jaw, and the young man took a deep breath. He felt butterflies within him, and Adrestus let himself relax. He listened to her next words, and looked at her. He stared at her, for what felt like a long time. He took another deep breath, the air a whisper as it erupted from him.
“I just want to make sure that you really want this.” Adrestus spoke slowly. “I can easily leave, and come back…” He looked away. “If you leave with me, I’m not sure you can come back. Alector will try to come after you, too. I will protect you, Calliope, but… he could I don’t know… sabotage us in some way. And then what? You are taken, he will kill you. If you are going to come with me, I just want to make sure you can come with me safely.”
Adrestus smiled at the older woman. “I don’t want anything to happen to you just because of my adventurous spirit.”
Adrestus held onto her tightly as the waves crashed in the background. He was hesitant to tell her the words that rested on her tongue, but he knew he had to speak them soon. There was no getting around it. He had to see the world, he needed to get out of Athenia and see things he never had before. It was partly to find just who he was going to be, partly because of the thrill of adventure. He had already talked to Timaeus, they had made up their minds. They knew how they were going to do it. Adrestus had been training for this- he himself had grown up along the shores of the sea. It shouldn’t be a surprise that he would want to live along the waves for a while. He just wished it didn’t hurt so much to have to leave Calliope. He nodded at her words, his eyes drifting away from her. “Yes, my own way. I can’t do that here, not with my parents breathing down my back about everything.” Of course, it was a miracle if they agreed to this, but somehow he knew they would let him go. It was necessary for him at this point. He watched her, unable to get a clear reaction from her face. He knew that she was hurt about him leaving. He couldn’t see a way around the emotions he was feeling.
He paused at her words, his eyes full of confusion. She was married, she had a husband… a pretty horrible one, but it wasn’t common for wives to just… disappear. “Leave, with me? Calliope, I am leaving for a long time.” His words were full of knowing what this would mean for her. If she just left, her husband would probably try to get her back. His body became frozen as he felt her lips against his jaw, and the young man took a deep breath. He felt butterflies within him, and Adrestus let himself relax. He listened to her next words, and looked at her. He stared at her, for what felt like a long time. He took another deep breath, the air a whisper as it erupted from him.
“I just want to make sure that you really want this.” Adrestus spoke slowly. “I can easily leave, and come back…” He looked away. “If you leave with me, I’m not sure you can come back. Alector will try to come after you, too. I will protect you, Calliope, but… he could I don’t know… sabotage us in some way. And then what? You are taken, he will kill you. If you are going to come with me, I just want to make sure you can come with me safely.”
Adrestus smiled at the older woman. “I don’t want anything to happen to you just because of my adventurous spirit.”
Calliope was done with the capitol.
If Calliope could return to the forests of Aetaea and believe herself to be safe there, she would. Every fibre of her being told her that if she were to stay with Alector, she'd be irrevocably corrupted by the man. The idea of being permanently subservient to him, to losing the concept of self... She'd kill herself before letting herself become nothing more than a sow to bear his children. Bile rose up within the young woman's throat, coursed heat throughout and rendered it difficult for her to speak.
Calliope understood more than anything else the need to be free. She understood the reasons for Adrestus leaving the world they both knew behind. But, they needed to abscond for reasons that were entirely distinct. Where Adrestus wanted to explore, she needed to break the chains that bound her. The idea of leaving the kingdom, in truth, terrified her. The apprehension was palpable in every tremor against Adrestus, in the twitch of her digits as she raised her hand to brush her fingertips along the boy's jawline.
I just want to make sure that you really want this...
The boy's concern brought heat to her cheeks, the flush growing deeper and spreading along the expanse of her features. White-hot fury cast within Calliope. She hated the fact that this boy seemed to doubt her ability to make decisions, to consider the factors that be as new information was presented to her. The fingertips at his jawline grew tighter before she released his jaw and looped her arms about his shoulders. Slowly, Calliope brushed her face into the crook of his neck, the gesture affectionate, an effort to manipulate the boy's obvious affections. She needed him. She needed the escape, and if his plan was to leave...
I need to go with him, she resolved.
"Every day I spend in Athenia is a day spent as a ghost, Adrestus. Every moment I spend in Alector's presence is a moment of terror. I am not a wife... I am his plaything... There is no love between us. There is nothing but contempt for the man who stole my freedom and turned me into his wench," she said, her voice growing hard and cold. The tears stung against her face, seeping into the fabric of Adrestus' chiton before she pulled away from him.
"I don't want to leave. I have to. And I don't ever want to come back. I... I'll make a new life for myself. I can be anyone," she said, attempting to train her expression into something less... defeated. She raised a hand to her own face, brushing away the tears with the back of her hand before she said,
"You could never hurt me, Adrestus. But, Alector does every day. If you don't take me with you... I... I don't know what I'll do."
Then, Calliope pulled back altogether. She turned away from Adrestus altogether and towards the ocean. Slowly, she fumbled to her feet, a draw of laughter escaping her as she took two steps forward. She felt the sinking sensation as her toes dug into the sand, the sting of the salt in her lungs as she drew a deep breath. The young woman didn't face Adrestus when she spoke. Instead, her hands rose up to her shoulders, and little by little she wound the chiton that covered her body. Bit by bit, the fabric drew apart and she guided the open halves down her arms to her elbows. The fabric fell from her body, exposing her pale shoulders and the smooth flesh there up until the middle of her back. Puncture scars were visible along the flesh of her back, trickling along the path of her spine.
The girl let laughter spill from her lips anew, tipping her head back as the sound grew more and more hysterical in nature. The fabric covered up her shoulders anew as she said,
"He's marked me so many times, claiming me as his property. I can't spend the rest of my life as a slave, Adrestus..." As she spoke, she guided her steps nearer and nearer to the ocean.
"I won't."
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Calliope was done with the capitol.
If Calliope could return to the forests of Aetaea and believe herself to be safe there, she would. Every fibre of her being told her that if she were to stay with Alector, she'd be irrevocably corrupted by the man. The idea of being permanently subservient to him, to losing the concept of self... She'd kill herself before letting herself become nothing more than a sow to bear his children. Bile rose up within the young woman's throat, coursed heat throughout and rendered it difficult for her to speak.
Calliope understood more than anything else the need to be free. She understood the reasons for Adrestus leaving the world they both knew behind. But, they needed to abscond for reasons that were entirely distinct. Where Adrestus wanted to explore, she needed to break the chains that bound her. The idea of leaving the kingdom, in truth, terrified her. The apprehension was palpable in every tremor against Adrestus, in the twitch of her digits as she raised her hand to brush her fingertips along the boy's jawline.
I just want to make sure that you really want this...
The boy's concern brought heat to her cheeks, the flush growing deeper and spreading along the expanse of her features. White-hot fury cast within Calliope. She hated the fact that this boy seemed to doubt her ability to make decisions, to consider the factors that be as new information was presented to her. The fingertips at his jawline grew tighter before she released his jaw and looped her arms about his shoulders. Slowly, Calliope brushed her face into the crook of his neck, the gesture affectionate, an effort to manipulate the boy's obvious affections. She needed him. She needed the escape, and if his plan was to leave...
I need to go with him, she resolved.
"Every day I spend in Athenia is a day spent as a ghost, Adrestus. Every moment I spend in Alector's presence is a moment of terror. I am not a wife... I am his plaything... There is no love between us. There is nothing but contempt for the man who stole my freedom and turned me into his wench," she said, her voice growing hard and cold. The tears stung against her face, seeping into the fabric of Adrestus' chiton before she pulled away from him.
"I don't want to leave. I have to. And I don't ever want to come back. I... I'll make a new life for myself. I can be anyone," she said, attempting to train her expression into something less... defeated. She raised a hand to her own face, brushing away the tears with the back of her hand before she said,
"You could never hurt me, Adrestus. But, Alector does every day. If you don't take me with you... I... I don't know what I'll do."
Then, Calliope pulled back altogether. She turned away from Adrestus altogether and towards the ocean. Slowly, she fumbled to her feet, a draw of laughter escaping her as she took two steps forward. She felt the sinking sensation as her toes dug into the sand, the sting of the salt in her lungs as she drew a deep breath. The young woman didn't face Adrestus when she spoke. Instead, her hands rose up to her shoulders, and little by little she wound the chiton that covered her body. Bit by bit, the fabric drew apart and she guided the open halves down her arms to her elbows. The fabric fell from her body, exposing her pale shoulders and the smooth flesh there up until the middle of her back. Puncture scars were visible along the flesh of her back, trickling along the path of her spine.
The girl let laughter spill from her lips anew, tipping her head back as the sound grew more and more hysterical in nature. The fabric covered up her shoulders anew as she said,
"He's marked me so many times, claiming me as his property. I can't spend the rest of my life as a slave, Adrestus..." As she spoke, she guided her steps nearer and nearer to the ocean.
"I won't."
Calliope was done with the capitol.
If Calliope could return to the forests of Aetaea and believe herself to be safe there, she would. Every fibre of her being told her that if she were to stay with Alector, she'd be irrevocably corrupted by the man. The idea of being permanently subservient to him, to losing the concept of self... She'd kill herself before letting herself become nothing more than a sow to bear his children. Bile rose up within the young woman's throat, coursed heat throughout and rendered it difficult for her to speak.
Calliope understood more than anything else the need to be free. She understood the reasons for Adrestus leaving the world they both knew behind. But, they needed to abscond for reasons that were entirely distinct. Where Adrestus wanted to explore, she needed to break the chains that bound her. The idea of leaving the kingdom, in truth, terrified her. The apprehension was palpable in every tremor against Adrestus, in the twitch of her digits as she raised her hand to brush her fingertips along the boy's jawline.
I just want to make sure that you really want this...
The boy's concern brought heat to her cheeks, the flush growing deeper and spreading along the expanse of her features. White-hot fury cast within Calliope. She hated the fact that this boy seemed to doubt her ability to make decisions, to consider the factors that be as new information was presented to her. The fingertips at his jawline grew tighter before she released his jaw and looped her arms about his shoulders. Slowly, Calliope brushed her face into the crook of his neck, the gesture affectionate, an effort to manipulate the boy's obvious affections. She needed him. She needed the escape, and if his plan was to leave...
I need to go with him, she resolved.
"Every day I spend in Athenia is a day spent as a ghost, Adrestus. Every moment I spend in Alector's presence is a moment of terror. I am not a wife... I am his plaything... There is no love between us. There is nothing but contempt for the man who stole my freedom and turned me into his wench," she said, her voice growing hard and cold. The tears stung against her face, seeping into the fabric of Adrestus' chiton before she pulled away from him.
"I don't want to leave. I have to. And I don't ever want to come back. I... I'll make a new life for myself. I can be anyone," she said, attempting to train her expression into something less... defeated. She raised a hand to her own face, brushing away the tears with the back of her hand before she said,
"You could never hurt me, Adrestus. But, Alector does every day. If you don't take me with you... I... I don't know what I'll do."
Then, Calliope pulled back altogether. She turned away from Adrestus altogether and towards the ocean. Slowly, she fumbled to her feet, a draw of laughter escaping her as she took two steps forward. She felt the sinking sensation as her toes dug into the sand, the sting of the salt in her lungs as she drew a deep breath. The young woman didn't face Adrestus when she spoke. Instead, her hands rose up to her shoulders, and little by little she wound the chiton that covered her body. Bit by bit, the fabric drew apart and she guided the open halves down her arms to her elbows. The fabric fell from her body, exposing her pale shoulders and the smooth flesh there up until the middle of her back. Puncture scars were visible along the flesh of her back, trickling along the path of her spine.
The girl let laughter spill from her lips anew, tipping her head back as the sound grew more and more hysterical in nature. The fabric covered up her shoulders anew as she said,
"He's marked me so many times, claiming me as his property. I can't spend the rest of my life as a slave, Adrestus..." As she spoke, she guided her steps nearer and nearer to the ocean.
"I won't."
He was concerned about Calliope. He knew some of what she was up against, but he also didn’t want her to make a decision that she’d regret. Adrestus was a noble and had his parent’s blessing to go out into the world and sail- that was hardly true of Calli. Not only did she not have the freedom that Adre had, but if she went on his ship, she would never be able to go back to Athenia. They would kill her. Adrestus was a soft soul, and he didn’t want anything to happen to her. He just wanted her to be sure of what she wanted. His eyes hung onto her as she moved, and Adrestus tried to make sense of her expressions. He let the woman rest against him, and he pulled his arms around her in a protective manner. As if to suggest that he was there for her. He listened to her words without any sounds, and he felt his heartbreak for her. He felt water in his eyes, and he closed them in order to try to hide it for her. Men didn’t cry and… he didn’t want to embarrass her. However, he just couldn’t help but feel sorrow for what she went through. It sounded horrible, and to think someone he really liked lived like that…
“Calliope.” He choked out her name, his voice filled with sadness. “I’m so sorry…” young Adrestus looked away from his crush, trying to keep himself together. He could tell that she was upset herself, which fueled his sadness even more. “It is true, I would never hurt you. I believe you can be anyone you want to be, Calliope. You deserve nothing less.” He spoke, reaching a hand to wipe his eyes. “Sorry, it just itches.” He muttered under his breath, hoping she hadn’t noticed. When she turned away from him, Adrestus lunged himself towards her, trying to keep her close to him. He was too slow. She was walking away, which only made tears run across his cheeks. He could tell that she was hurting, and Adrestus hated it. He covered his mouth to stifle himself so that Calliope wouldn’t hear him. He wanted to cry for her. He could feel her hopelessness, her despair, and he felt devastated for her. He could feel that she was trapped as if in a cage, and he cursed the gods for letting someone he really cared about be stuck in this situation. How could /they/?
He wiped his face with his arms, taking deep breaths. He couldn’t believe that he was so stupid to not see it before. He watched as she undressed, and let out a sharp gasp as he saw her back. It was horrific. He felt more tears drop from his eyes as he stifled a sob with his fingers so that it only came out as a muffled sound. He let out another deep breath before collecting himself and stood up. He glided across the sand towards her, and the young lad reached for her hand. “Calliope, I will get you out of here, far away from here, where you are safe.” His voice was genuine and full of determination, his face still filled with sorrow. “Alector will never hurt you again, he will never be able to find you. I will make sure of it.” He moved closer to her, wanting to make sure she knew he was serious.
With water still in his eyes, it was clear that Adrestus had made up his mind. “Come with me on my ship, we can get out of here.” Adrestus grinned softly to her, thinking of the future. “You’re going to move on to a better life, I just know it.”
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He was concerned about Calliope. He knew some of what she was up against, but he also didn’t want her to make a decision that she’d regret. Adrestus was a noble and had his parent’s blessing to go out into the world and sail- that was hardly true of Calli. Not only did she not have the freedom that Adre had, but if she went on his ship, she would never be able to go back to Athenia. They would kill her. Adrestus was a soft soul, and he didn’t want anything to happen to her. He just wanted her to be sure of what she wanted. His eyes hung onto her as she moved, and Adrestus tried to make sense of her expressions. He let the woman rest against him, and he pulled his arms around her in a protective manner. As if to suggest that he was there for her. He listened to her words without any sounds, and he felt his heartbreak for her. He felt water in his eyes, and he closed them in order to try to hide it for her. Men didn’t cry and… he didn’t want to embarrass her. However, he just couldn’t help but feel sorrow for what she went through. It sounded horrible, and to think someone he really liked lived like that…
“Calliope.” He choked out her name, his voice filled with sadness. “I’m so sorry…” young Adrestus looked away from his crush, trying to keep himself together. He could tell that she was upset herself, which fueled his sadness even more. “It is true, I would never hurt you. I believe you can be anyone you want to be, Calliope. You deserve nothing less.” He spoke, reaching a hand to wipe his eyes. “Sorry, it just itches.” He muttered under his breath, hoping she hadn’t noticed. When she turned away from him, Adrestus lunged himself towards her, trying to keep her close to him. He was too slow. She was walking away, which only made tears run across his cheeks. He could tell that she was hurting, and Adrestus hated it. He covered his mouth to stifle himself so that Calliope wouldn’t hear him. He wanted to cry for her. He could feel her hopelessness, her despair, and he felt devastated for her. He could feel that she was trapped as if in a cage, and he cursed the gods for letting someone he really cared about be stuck in this situation. How could /they/?
He wiped his face with his arms, taking deep breaths. He couldn’t believe that he was so stupid to not see it before. He watched as she undressed, and let out a sharp gasp as he saw her back. It was horrific. He felt more tears drop from his eyes as he stifled a sob with his fingers so that it only came out as a muffled sound. He let out another deep breath before collecting himself and stood up. He glided across the sand towards her, and the young lad reached for her hand. “Calliope, I will get you out of here, far away from here, where you are safe.” His voice was genuine and full of determination, his face still filled with sorrow. “Alector will never hurt you again, he will never be able to find you. I will make sure of it.” He moved closer to her, wanting to make sure she knew he was serious.
With water still in his eyes, it was clear that Adrestus had made up his mind. “Come with me on my ship, we can get out of here.” Adrestus grinned softly to her, thinking of the future. “You’re going to move on to a better life, I just know it.”
He was concerned about Calliope. He knew some of what she was up against, but he also didn’t want her to make a decision that she’d regret. Adrestus was a noble and had his parent’s blessing to go out into the world and sail- that was hardly true of Calli. Not only did she not have the freedom that Adre had, but if she went on his ship, she would never be able to go back to Athenia. They would kill her. Adrestus was a soft soul, and he didn’t want anything to happen to her. He just wanted her to be sure of what she wanted. His eyes hung onto her as she moved, and Adrestus tried to make sense of her expressions. He let the woman rest against him, and he pulled his arms around her in a protective manner. As if to suggest that he was there for her. He listened to her words without any sounds, and he felt his heartbreak for her. He felt water in his eyes, and he closed them in order to try to hide it for her. Men didn’t cry and… he didn’t want to embarrass her. However, he just couldn’t help but feel sorrow for what she went through. It sounded horrible, and to think someone he really liked lived like that…
“Calliope.” He choked out her name, his voice filled with sadness. “I’m so sorry…” young Adrestus looked away from his crush, trying to keep himself together. He could tell that she was upset herself, which fueled his sadness even more. “It is true, I would never hurt you. I believe you can be anyone you want to be, Calliope. You deserve nothing less.” He spoke, reaching a hand to wipe his eyes. “Sorry, it just itches.” He muttered under his breath, hoping she hadn’t noticed. When she turned away from him, Adrestus lunged himself towards her, trying to keep her close to him. He was too slow. She was walking away, which only made tears run across his cheeks. He could tell that she was hurting, and Adrestus hated it. He covered his mouth to stifle himself so that Calliope wouldn’t hear him. He wanted to cry for her. He could feel her hopelessness, her despair, and he felt devastated for her. He could feel that she was trapped as if in a cage, and he cursed the gods for letting someone he really cared about be stuck in this situation. How could /they/?
He wiped his face with his arms, taking deep breaths. He couldn’t believe that he was so stupid to not see it before. He watched as she undressed, and let out a sharp gasp as he saw her back. It was horrific. He felt more tears drop from his eyes as he stifled a sob with his fingers so that it only came out as a muffled sound. He let out another deep breath before collecting himself and stood up. He glided across the sand towards her, and the young lad reached for her hand. “Calliope, I will get you out of here, far away from here, where you are safe.” His voice was genuine and full of determination, his face still filled with sorrow. “Alector will never hurt you again, he will never be able to find you. I will make sure of it.” He moved closer to her, wanting to make sure she knew he was serious.
With water still in his eyes, it was clear that Adrestus had made up his mind. “Come with me on my ship, we can get out of here.” Adrestus grinned softly to her, thinking of the future. “You’re going to move on to a better life, I just know it.”
He will kill you.
Calliope had heard Adrestus' warning, but doubted that the young man knew what he was talking about. Without her life, Calliope bore no value to Alector of Athenia. She was a plaything, a slave bearing the vestments of a wife, a trophy to be strung up on his arm and play the part of a kept woman. She could not be the puppet of his ambitions without her life, but without her freedom, the life she'd lead was no better than the death Adrestus warned her of. Calliope of Aetaea did not fear death. She worshipped all of the Gods, those that reigned in the high heavens of Olympus and he who looked to the world of the living from the dungeon of Tartarus.
If I die, my suffering would end. If I perish, I have no doubt that my rest would be peaceful, she thought, almost tempted by the idea of a rest away from the fearsome clutches of Alector of Athenia. But, it was not her time. The Gods breathed life into every soul, and each one had their talents and purpose by their graces to impart something upon the collective of humanity. Great good and great evil were of equal significance to the Gods, for so the world was given colour by the whirling conflict and overwhelming achievement of mankind.
In her worship of all of the Gods, Calliope knew some of their fables. She understood her place beneath them, and hoped for a future in which her worship for them could be sincere. As Adrestus tried to pass off being a 'man' to her, she felt the threat of a smile break upon her lips. She felt the edges of happiness tug at her psyche, an effort to sink deeper into the trenches of her heart before she turned away and made her path towards the ocean. Then, he let down her chiton and revealed to him the accursed sight that Alector had made of it. Most of the wounds were recent, but patched up so they'd heal with only minor scarring. They did not bleed through her chiton any longer, a fact Alector made sure of each morning after he was done with her.
Calliope waited, looking to the horizon as Adrestus made his decision. As she waited, she sank to her knees for a time, letting the foamy surf catch along her knees and seep into the azure fabric. She drifted her fingertips along the waters, hoping that Poseidon would hear her call as she breathed her thoughts only for the God of the Sea to hear. In her offering, she reached at her wrist, tearing a beaded bracelet from her flesh and offering it to the God.
"Poseidon, I beseech you. When I leave this place, to protect me on the cerulean tides. I ask you to protect Adrestus of Nikolaos' vessel and to carry us far away from this hellscape," she offered him, pressing her fingertips fondly to the bracelet before letting the tide take it away. Calliope rose to her feet and knew the answer Adrestus would give. The boy sailor was far too kind of a soul to refuse such a request of her, not after she buried any hope of his refusal with the weight of the truth. She could hear him trudge towards her, and when he sought out her hand, she took it gladly. She tugged at his arm, a quiet request for him to help her rise before she turned to meet his gaze The water had seeped into the fabric, and sand clung to her skin beneath. She didn't care in the slightest, for even as she knew Adrestus' answer, his quiet reassurances were all she needed to persist for another day.
"I am going to move on to my life, my dear Adrestus," she corrected him. Whether or not it was better or worse, she didn't care. Calliope of Aetaea disagreed fundamentally with the concept of enslavement. She never asked the servants that Alector possessed to give her anything. Willing to seek after whatever she needed on her own, she hated the fact that she was beholden to a monster wearing the sullen expression of a man.
"We were not created by the Gods to be this meager condition, to be specters in living flesh walking the world without agency and hope for the future," she told him. Then, Calliope of Aetaea brushed forward, taking Adrestus' jaw and placing her lips gingerly upon his own. A soft, chaste kiss, but one that stung his face with the small tears of joy that he'd given to her.
"Because of you, this caged bird can spread her wings for the first time. But, take me back to Alector for tonight, Adrestus. Soon, he'll never know my touch again."
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Calliope had heard Adrestus' warning, but doubted that the young man knew what he was talking about. Without her life, Calliope bore no value to Alector of Athenia. She was a plaything, a slave bearing the vestments of a wife, a trophy to be strung up on his arm and play the part of a kept woman. She could not be the puppet of his ambitions without her life, but without her freedom, the life she'd lead was no better than the death Adrestus warned her of. Calliope of Aetaea did not fear death. She worshipped all of the Gods, those that reigned in the high heavens of Olympus and he who looked to the world of the living from the dungeon of Tartarus.
If I die, my suffering would end. If I perish, I have no doubt that my rest would be peaceful, she thought, almost tempted by the idea of a rest away from the fearsome clutches of Alector of Athenia. But, it was not her time. The Gods breathed life into every soul, and each one had their talents and purpose by their graces to impart something upon the collective of humanity. Great good and great evil were of equal significance to the Gods, for so the world was given colour by the whirling conflict and overwhelming achievement of mankind.
In her worship of all of the Gods, Calliope knew some of their fables. She understood her place beneath them, and hoped for a future in which her worship for them could be sincere. As Adrestus tried to pass off being a 'man' to her, she felt the threat of a smile break upon her lips. She felt the edges of happiness tug at her psyche, an effort to sink deeper into the trenches of her heart before she turned away and made her path towards the ocean. Then, he let down her chiton and revealed to him the accursed sight that Alector had made of it. Most of the wounds were recent, but patched up so they'd heal with only minor scarring. They did not bleed through her chiton any longer, a fact Alector made sure of each morning after he was done with her.
Calliope waited, looking to the horizon as Adrestus made his decision. As she waited, she sank to her knees for a time, letting the foamy surf catch along her knees and seep into the azure fabric. She drifted her fingertips along the waters, hoping that Poseidon would hear her call as she breathed her thoughts only for the God of the Sea to hear. In her offering, she reached at her wrist, tearing a beaded bracelet from her flesh and offering it to the God.
"Poseidon, I beseech you. When I leave this place, to protect me on the cerulean tides. I ask you to protect Adrestus of Nikolaos' vessel and to carry us far away from this hellscape," she offered him, pressing her fingertips fondly to the bracelet before letting the tide take it away. Calliope rose to her feet and knew the answer Adrestus would give. The boy sailor was far too kind of a soul to refuse such a request of her, not after she buried any hope of his refusal with the weight of the truth. She could hear him trudge towards her, and when he sought out her hand, she took it gladly. She tugged at his arm, a quiet request for him to help her rise before she turned to meet his gaze The water had seeped into the fabric, and sand clung to her skin beneath. She didn't care in the slightest, for even as she knew Adrestus' answer, his quiet reassurances were all she needed to persist for another day.
"I am going to move on to my life, my dear Adrestus," she corrected him. Whether or not it was better or worse, she didn't care. Calliope of Aetaea disagreed fundamentally with the concept of enslavement. She never asked the servants that Alector possessed to give her anything. Willing to seek after whatever she needed on her own, she hated the fact that she was beholden to a monster wearing the sullen expression of a man.
"We were not created by the Gods to be this meager condition, to be specters in living flesh walking the world without agency and hope for the future," she told him. Then, Calliope of Aetaea brushed forward, taking Adrestus' jaw and placing her lips gingerly upon his own. A soft, chaste kiss, but one that stung his face with the small tears of joy that he'd given to her.
"Because of you, this caged bird can spread her wings for the first time. But, take me back to Alector for tonight, Adrestus. Soon, he'll never know my touch again."
He will kill you.
Calliope had heard Adrestus' warning, but doubted that the young man knew what he was talking about. Without her life, Calliope bore no value to Alector of Athenia. She was a plaything, a slave bearing the vestments of a wife, a trophy to be strung up on his arm and play the part of a kept woman. She could not be the puppet of his ambitions without her life, but without her freedom, the life she'd lead was no better than the death Adrestus warned her of. Calliope of Aetaea did not fear death. She worshipped all of the Gods, those that reigned in the high heavens of Olympus and he who looked to the world of the living from the dungeon of Tartarus.
If I die, my suffering would end. If I perish, I have no doubt that my rest would be peaceful, she thought, almost tempted by the idea of a rest away from the fearsome clutches of Alector of Athenia. But, it was not her time. The Gods breathed life into every soul, and each one had their talents and purpose by their graces to impart something upon the collective of humanity. Great good and great evil were of equal significance to the Gods, for so the world was given colour by the whirling conflict and overwhelming achievement of mankind.
In her worship of all of the Gods, Calliope knew some of their fables. She understood her place beneath them, and hoped for a future in which her worship for them could be sincere. As Adrestus tried to pass off being a 'man' to her, she felt the threat of a smile break upon her lips. She felt the edges of happiness tug at her psyche, an effort to sink deeper into the trenches of her heart before she turned away and made her path towards the ocean. Then, he let down her chiton and revealed to him the accursed sight that Alector had made of it. Most of the wounds were recent, but patched up so they'd heal with only minor scarring. They did not bleed through her chiton any longer, a fact Alector made sure of each morning after he was done with her.
Calliope waited, looking to the horizon as Adrestus made his decision. As she waited, she sank to her knees for a time, letting the foamy surf catch along her knees and seep into the azure fabric. She drifted her fingertips along the waters, hoping that Poseidon would hear her call as she breathed her thoughts only for the God of the Sea to hear. In her offering, she reached at her wrist, tearing a beaded bracelet from her flesh and offering it to the God.
"Poseidon, I beseech you. When I leave this place, to protect me on the cerulean tides. I ask you to protect Adrestus of Nikolaos' vessel and to carry us far away from this hellscape," she offered him, pressing her fingertips fondly to the bracelet before letting the tide take it away. Calliope rose to her feet and knew the answer Adrestus would give. The boy sailor was far too kind of a soul to refuse such a request of her, not after she buried any hope of his refusal with the weight of the truth. She could hear him trudge towards her, and when he sought out her hand, she took it gladly. She tugged at his arm, a quiet request for him to help her rise before she turned to meet his gaze The water had seeped into the fabric, and sand clung to her skin beneath. She didn't care in the slightest, for even as she knew Adrestus' answer, his quiet reassurances were all she needed to persist for another day.
"I am going to move on to my life, my dear Adrestus," she corrected him. Whether or not it was better or worse, she didn't care. Calliope of Aetaea disagreed fundamentally with the concept of enslavement. She never asked the servants that Alector possessed to give her anything. Willing to seek after whatever she needed on her own, she hated the fact that she was beholden to a monster wearing the sullen expression of a man.
"We were not created by the Gods to be this meager condition, to be specters in living flesh walking the world without agency and hope for the future," she told him. Then, Calliope of Aetaea brushed forward, taking Adrestus' jaw and placing her lips gingerly upon his own. A soft, chaste kiss, but one that stung his face with the small tears of joy that he'd given to her.
"Because of you, this caged bird can spread her wings for the first time. But, take me back to Alector for tonight, Adrestus. Soon, he'll never know my touch again."