There Are Other Ways of Persuasion! There Are Other Ways ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 0:03 Epic the Musical (Circe Saga)

You were a temptress.

A dazzling woman that was layered with beautiful jewelry, hair that gleamed in the sun gorgeously. You were literal eye-candy, the god-like features you held being unheard of upon mortals.

Yet, for a blame you took on, you were casted upon an island. Women always end up there, failed quests occurring and washing up on your shores.

You would give the girls dazzling smiles, your lips turning upwards only to leave your victims in a trance.

Not Clarisse, though.

Once she washed upon your aisle, she was focused on leaving. She did everything she could, fixing on her boat while swatting at you; demanding for you to leave every time you opened your mouth to speak your up-lifting words.

You've tried everything to try and allure her into your home, yet she's dodged everything. Clarisse was not up for anything, constantly turning you down with frowns and angry huffs.

But that didn't stop you from talking to her, of course. You would sit on the sand with her for hours as she let out angry yells while working on the boat, talking about past stories. Your times of persuasion, your modes of control. You would talk about the roads to the soul, and options of passion.

You would even offer her a way home if she just listened to you.

Yet, again, she refused.

That was until one day, she came kneeling at the steps of your door. She would look up at you through her eyelashes, begging for the chance to return back to the 'camp' she seemed so focused on getting back to.

As you spoke to her, trying to work your way into her ears- you heard her angry mutters.

Something about you being a puppet, and how she was just a girl.

As you stroked your hand through her hair, that's all you heard escape her lips. It was obvious she wanted to snap, push you away with aggravated yells. It was clear she didn't enjoy the words that rose from upon your throat.