#c:calypso

[banshee-grove]

Miz was tired and hungry and thirsty, and found himself halfway across a rope bridge when something bright green began to descend from a tree branch in front of him. As he stopped, he noticed someone else on the platform at the other end of the bridge. “I’m not hallucinating, am I?” he asked, focusing on the snake and not the figure that was less of a threat. Shit, how was he going to get away from this thing?

@winterherself @junipercolt @rush-knox @maiasolas​ @masonxbrick​

[poppy-battenberg]

Poppy wasn’t sure if she should come or not. She didn’t know if she would be welcome or not. But that hadn’t really stopped her before, so she took a breath and stepped off the Tower elevator. “I, uh, I don’t know if it matters,” she began when she spotted Calypso. “But thank you.”

@winterherself​

[dxnnyboi]

“For tonight, I will drink whatever you drink.” He smirked, leaning a little closer so Calypso could hear him over the noise of chatter, glasses and music. “But if I’m disappointed once, then we’ll have to switch it up, so I can teach you.” || @calypsomarshall​

[itsellataylor]

“Please tell me you had a good summer break! It’s my only hope now, I’m living vicariously through you.” Ella started to incite Calypso to talk about herself. Her own summer had come with revelations and feelings she didn’t want to admit out loud, nor she ever will, but this was after all, an attempt of a catching up session over German coffee. || @calypsomarshall​

[drew-a-tanaka]

“Calypso, dear, you know it’s still my water, right?” -hiiiiiii-

Calypso walked into the ocean the water surrounding her ankles soaking her dress but she did not mind. It was nice to have visitors every now and again and he was as welcomed as any of the others. Splashing him with a little of the cold water with a smile looking to God a tiny twinkle in her blue eyes “The water out there are yours dear one.” Pointing somewhere in the distance she moved her fingers a tiny whirlpool forming in front of her “but I am afraid to tell you Ogygia and everything surrounding the barriers of this island are mine. Unless you know something I do not?” Calypso smiler shoeing that she was joking.

@neutralwaters

[drew-a-tanaka]

How could she lived for so many millennia and never felt anything to what she was feeling right now with this man who had changed everything for her. Her life hand been gradients of greys mixed with hues of black no colour and now virtually every spectrum of colour was open to her the blinding lights were welcome because Taejoon filled the world his special vision and he had shared that with her and she could never go back, she never wanted to. Her heart thumped uncomfortably inside of her chest again a reminder of what was on the line. The Titan has suffered many a heartbreak but with this mortal it was different she felt it with every fibre of her being. Her Dreamer was like no other an special person she had waited her life for.

She had to touch him feel the sun like heat from his body radiate onto her own skin, she burned when he kissed her skin scorched by his lips and the need she could feel from him or was it her own need for him that filled her? Her Joon, her Dreamer what more could she want? Calypso sighed the tiny whisper of air emitted from parted from her lips echoed around the room. She longed for him like he was the sea at her feet or the air in her lungs she needed him. Calypso pushed the thin straps of her camisole dress down her shoulders removing her arms neck arched to the side as he continued to explore her skin. Bringing his mouth back up to her own hunger and unbridled desire took over never breaking herself from the sweet nectar of his mouth she uttered a single plea “I want you.”

@drew-a-tanaka

In the pure delicacy of this fantastical nature, each step he takes is a careful movement, precisely taken at the right time; a gentle balance between going too fast and not going at all - he’s afraid that if he does more or does less, then she’ll run off or, even worse, she’ll melt away like the last bits of a dream shaken by the hands of Eos’s dainty, rose-filled digits in morn’s golden blanket over the hills. He’s always loved to muse - loved to get lost in such magical realms where nothing can touch him - but in this moment in time, he rather not. This is the one time where he’d take reality and nothing more - let the illusions become something true and tangible. And when she speaks, he can’t help but smile - he never wants this to end either. He’ll beg Father Time to have this keep on going until he’s become old and frail though he knows the love he has for Calypso will never fade. When white shirt is discarded, he sucks in a breath as she grazes his exposed skin; air rushes back in to mix with the thrumming blood coursing through canals underneath skin like thunderous rivers except these are claret liquid threaded with copper scent. Lips continue to please her own petals, the intimate time languid in manner - nothing to disturb such a peace. But soon the hunger grows more - it becomes painful even, a fire starting in the pit of his stomach and its tongue licking at the sides until it’s demanding to be quenched. Tiers trail down along milky skin, a groan emitting from his lips at the taste of her. She is the ocean at its most serene; the pure sheet of blue reflecting solar’s auric light and basking everything in its perimeter with warmth, the lovely calm that reminds him of his home when he’s younger - she has become his new home. How lovely this scene is.

[henry-beaumont]

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What is it with witches and vampires? It's almost like your species simultaneously contracted some sort of death wish. It's almost cute.

[itsellataylor]

calypsomarshall​:

      Calypso shrugs. “It’s whatever, I’m —” Used to it, she goes to finish, but decides against it and waves a non-committal hand. “Nope. We’re friends. It’s never been anything else, and there’s no reason to think it ever will be. But I’m okay with that.” Liar. “Plus, I think he likes someone else, so… Friends it is.” She offers a smile. 

“it’s so not...” ella scolded her, because matters of the heart could destroy you if you let them. and she had a couple times in her life. it sucked. sure, there were worse things in life, but when you’re in a tightrope like the spy life usually put you through, well, a little gust of wind could tip you over. ella smiled softly and reached to give her forearm a little squeeze. “that sucks– i’m sorry. i kinda feel you, though. i’m going through kind of a similar thing and there’s nobody else to blame but me. so... heartbreak sisters? i guess?” she snorted a laugh. she hated corniness, and yet it sometimes flowed out of her with such ease it caught her off guard.

[gaia-fosini]

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[dxnnyboi]

“Doritos, skittles, got us some soda too. We don’t want to choke,” Danny announced as he walked into Calypso’s room. “I didn’t forget anything, did I?”  || @calypsomarshall​

[drew-a-tanaka]

Dampening the cloth again she patted it again against his brow glad that he could speak and at least knew his name. “Ulysses.” She repeated the unfamiliar name leaving her mouth as she tried to pronounce it properly. It still gave her no indication of who he was or how he had come to be on her island. Though his appearance was strange no doubt she knew that he could not truly be a monster, the fates were cruel but there was no way she would be tempted to fall for a monster.

Calypso smiled as she shook her head shielding his face with her free hand “Ogygia is a hidden island, it was hidden at first because that is how I wanted it and now it is hidden because no one finds Ogygia unless they are in need…of help.” It was the only way she could think of putting it. What else was she to say? He was sent to her island because of her curse? That once she was…

She shocked her head trying to get those thoughts out of her head. The sun was high in the sky and would no doubt he would soon be dehydrated if left for too long.

“Are you able to stand Ulysses? I should get you into my home.”

Ulysses in Ogygia

drew-a-tanaka

His eyes were the colour of sunflower yellow and strange, his skin…the skin was grey like someone had made him from watercolours and had decided to test the way he would look if they had done it. The unknown man looked confused as though he was not sure why he was here like most people who ended up in Ogygia.

“My name is Calypso you are on the island of Ogygia. Do you remember anything?” It was the question that she always asked, no one landed on her island by accident and when they left it just meant another stab in the heart for her. Instead of dwelling on the future Calypso hesitated before brushing a cloth against his forehead wondering just what had happened to him and why he looked so peculiar.

He remembered it all. He remembered too much, because the flashes of betrayal, the sheer gall of his brother when he was cursed was causing Ulysses to be inflamed with anger. Remembering things was causing him pain so he did not say anything for a moment. However he needed to, or else the girl would be suspicious of him. 

What should he tell her though? She won’t believe him that he is a merman, that he was royalty. He looked more like a monster than anything with his purple skin and powdery white hair, but somehow his lower half was transformed into legs. A human but not really. His curse was that he was neither here nor there. He was in land, so perhaps that was the reason behind this transformation.

“My name is Ulysses,” he began and looked over at her. He remembered now, land creatures can look beautiful. “Ogygia, I haven’t heard of this land before.”

@drew-a-tanaka

[drew-a-tanaka]

The lost island {closed}

@thewhitepoison

It was not bad, what she planned to do was no bad. After all the Gods has done much worse than she and they were still free to roam around after their exploits no consequences hanging over their heads. What more could be done to her that had not already been done to her. No what she was doing was not wrong...

The fact she was questioning told her the Titan that what she was doing was wrong but why should she not experience the same happiness as others? Spending thousands of years alone on her island with no one to call her own only the emptiness of so called paradise cloying and sticky.

The partners they came and went. Men who claimed to love her, claimed that they would stay until they were healed and no longer needed her help only wanting her body until the inevitable day when she fell in love and they would drift away with their promises of return when really they went back to whatever wives they had been too ready to forget.

She of course was to blame she was a witch a sorceress of a mystical island who held men against their will. The one who was for eternity a lonesome creature yearning for one who would not leave.

So what if she kept this one this time…was she not allowed happiness? Damn the fates and the Olympians alike. She deserved this.

With a cold wet cloth in hand Calypso dabbed at the strangers brow wondering where he had traveled from and what he had done to be stranded on her island. “What tales will you have to tell me? What adventures have you experienced stranger?” Her mumbles not expect a response from him.

[henry-beaumont]

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[drew-a-tanaka]

The Titan jumped as the unnamed man got to his feet, she had been sure he wouldn’t have the energy to raise an arm let alone his whole body. As he landed in her lap Calypso placed a cold cloth on his forehead wrinkles forming on her forehead when she head a name she did not recognise.

Guinevere?

The fates had sent her yet another unattainable man who longed to go back to his love and gift her a broken heart for he would make her to fall in love with him so he could leave and she would be alone again with nothing but her island her prison to keep her company. The Titan has long ago vowed that she would not fall in love with anyone who came to her island again. She had held out for seven years before and this time she planned to hold out for long which was bad news for this poor unfortunate soul.

The caress to her face reminded her of the longing in her soul for a partner, someone who would not leave but she buried it deep down as she supported his head feeding him water knowing the sun was probably too harsh for him especially after facing the harsh sea “Calypso. You are on the island of Ogygia. Are you in pain?”

Violent waves crashed onto his ear drums, sea salt invading his taste buds, sparkling stars in the pitch black night sky watched from up above at the sight of the pirate trying to gasp for air as each wave tried to take him under its will.

All was lost when Thelio and his men were on their way to France–The Pirate King’s excuse was to store their loot they retrieved from the latest expedition, but everyone knew it was so he could reunite with his beloved Fiance.

He was having a wicked nightmare of his loved one drowning, and all he could do was watch her fade away in the depths of the sea, being chocked to death by a rope of sorts that he desperately was trying to get out of.

Just then, a females voice is heard from the background. For he didn’t know this voice and questioned it, which brought him more confusion and distraught.

Thelio gasped for air as he stood up, his body sore and weak as he collapsed back into the maidens laps who he couldn’t quite figure out who she was.

Groggy eyes looked up at the female in which he questioned her identity. Confused at first but then realized who it could be….

“Guinevere!?” he said with  happy, coarse voice “is that you!?”

He caresses her face as his field of vision regains its focus, reveling that this woman isn’t the beautiful face he hoped to see.

“w-who…who are you?”