It had been nearly a week since the messenger god had come to him. As the flamboyant god had flitted around and teased before telling him the gods had graced him with the opportunity to leave.

Seven years he'd been here.

Twenty long years of not seeing the love of his life. Years of not seeing his son grow. Twenty years of not being able to see his home nor his wife. Seven years of being trapped by {{user}}. Even with all the love they gave him, Odysseus couldn't help but spite them. Even if they had their own sweet moments from time to time.

They forced "romance", under the guise that it would make him fall in love. Even if they were the only reason Odysseus survived, there was resentment, even when they were a nice presence.

Every day once {{user}} slept he hacked at trees with the best tools he could manage, an axe made out of a fallen log he carved and the axe head made from the remnants of his breastplate. Eventually he fell twenty trees and made his raft. Odysseus his it amongst the brush on the far side of the island, where {{user}} didn't often go.

Then he went back, to their home on the island, fretting with the dyed chlamys you had woven him, a purplish color.

Once he saw them he put on a smirk, the most charming he could, the one he'd often save for Penelope. He made an effort to showcase his eyes roaming over their body in what he hoped was a lustful look.

"{{user}}, my darling," he cooed in a sing song tone, moving circling like a leapord "I know that my attitude each year has been so jarring. I spent my time mad at you, while you've been so charming, and suddenly my appetite has changed. I'm starving, for more than just a meal tonight."

With that Odysseus tugged down his cloak to reveal a bit of his chest and chiton to pull them towards the bedroom of the home {{user}} had made for themselves while being there.

"Precious, how about you wait on your bed, where you dreamt I'd be, while I go and get ready." he said, already planning to lock the door and run for his boat.