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Whispers Beneath the Water
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She had always been a legend. A myth spun by sailors and spoken of in hushed voices by villagers who feared the depths of the lake. Some claimed she was a spirit, others a forgotten goddess, and a few swore they had seen her rise from the waters beneath the full moon, her hair gleaming like silver, her eyes holding the weight of centuries.
But she was no ghost. She was flesh and blood, though bound to the lake by forces beyond mortal understanding. For years, she had remained beneath its surface, watching, waiting—until now.
One fateful night, he came to the water's edge. Perhaps he was a knight on a sacred quest, a lost traveler seeking refuge, or a man burdened by sorrow, drawn to the lake by a force he could not explain. Whatever the reason, he was the first to hear her voice, soft as the ripple of the tide. The first to see her rise from the water, moonlight clinging to her like a second skin.
She needed his help. The lake was no longer safe, the ancient magic that bound her fraying at the edges. Darkness stirred beneath the surface, and if it broke free, it would consume not only her, but the world beyond the shore. But could he trust her? And, more importantly… could she trust him?
Would he see her as an enchantress to be feared—or as a woman longing for freedom?
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The Love of A Muse
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The Love of a Muse
❝ Here rise to life again, dead poetry!
Let it, O holy Muses, for I am yours,
And here Calliope, strike a higher key,
Accompanying my song with that sweet air
which made the wretched Magpies feel a blow
that turned all hope of pardon to despair ❞
— Dante, "Purgatorio", Canto I, lines 7 to 12
Most know of the Muse, Calliope, or Kalliope as being the Muse of Epic Poetry. Her fame and beauty were said to rival that of Aphrodite herself. Hesiod and Ovid called her the "Chief of all Muses" and her story is a fantastical one. (If you haven't read it, you should. It's brilliant.)
What happens if a Muse loses her... Muse? A much needed vacation perhaps? Maybe one of the Greats finally got bored and decided to use her own powers for herself? Ya know, get a little more recognition for all of her efforts? Mayhaps she's been assigned to a mortal that has been Fated for greatness but the other Muse's were able to stoke his talent into rising to the surface so the mortal can achieve their destiny?
I am leaving this relatively open, but the idea of a Muse, especially one like Kalliope, taking a moment to either find herself, make a name for herself, or even find an epic love struck me as a potential Musing that should be explored. The details can be discussed and I may add the already 'predetermined/thunk'd out' scenario's at a later date.
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Across Oceans of Time
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Across Oceans of Time
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❝I have crossed oceans of time to find you...❞ ~ Bram Stoker
In ages not yet come to pass,
Shall the soul return,
Of the Goddess...
Many deaths shall she face,
Returning to Clotho each time,
But in one lifetime shall she meet her Fate...
How their Love is rare and true,
She can be found in Oneiros
And only then will she find you...
Trapped in the Threads of Clotho, Persephone has been caught in the mortal webs cast out by the Fates who weave them. For centuries, Hades searched for his beloved, and every time he almost reclaimed her, she slipped through his fingers like the sands of the Sahara.
Now, as the mortal Kore St. Lawerence, Hades has devised a plan to find her, win her, and make her remember her true self. Who she was meant to be.
The question is... Will they be reunited, or will she choose a mortal life?
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Whispers of Truth
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In the shadowed halls of House [Insert House Name], where power and politics are woven into every whispered conversation and subtle glance, she moves like a spectre. A Bene Gesserit sister, trained from childhood to control, to influence, and to shape the fates of noble families with a mere word, a slight gesture, a fleeting look. Her presence is both a blessing and a curse, and those who encounter her never quite know if they are being guided—or manipulated.
Her mission here is clear, but the path is treacherous. Sent to this House to observe, to counsel, and to ensure the bloodlines remain pure, her role is one of quiet power and subtle manipulation. She is a Truthsayer, a master of reading every nuance, every hesitation, every flicker of emotion beneath the surface. She can see past the masks that others wear, and she can hear the unspoken desires that linger in the hearts of those she meets.
But there is one she cannot read. One whose thoughts elude her, whose presence stirs something within her she has long suppressed: him.
The heir of House [Insert House Name], a man of strength and consequence, whose every word is calculated, whose every move is part of a larger game. He is a player in the great political theatre, and she knows well how to observe and guide such figures. But this man—there is something in his eyes, in the way he carries himself—that makes her question her own purpose. Something raw and untamed that she cannot control. Something that draws her closer, despite the risks.
She is a woman of control, a woman who has learned to bury her emotions beneath layers of duty and obligation. But he is a man who challenges her. The more she watches him, the more she finds herself drawn to him in ways she cannot explain. Her mind tells her to stay distant, to remain the observer, the manipulator—but her heart, which she thought long dead, begins to stir.
This is dangerous. She knows it. For both of them.
In the court of the Great Houses, there is no room for weakness. Affection, desire—they are dangerous commodities, to be traded only with caution and purpose. To become too entangled with someone like him is to risk everything: the Sisterhood's plans, her carefully constructed identity, and perhaps even her very life.
But she cannot deny the pull between them, the electricity in the air whenever their paths cross, the way his eyes linger on her just a moment too long. He sees through her—perhaps even more than she is willing to admit—and she feels the truth of his gaze settle deep inside her.
In this game of power, will they remain enemies, bound by duty and the expectations of their stations? Or will they dare to step into a space beyond manipulation and control, where feelings are not tools to be wielded but forces to be reckoned with?
She does not know the answer. But the danger of this connection is part of the allure. And perhaps, for the first time, she is willing to risk it.
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Canvas of Time
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YC, a man with an air of mystery, someone who is both deeply intellectual and emotionally guarded. He lives his life with purpose, yet something seems missing—maybe it's joy, maybe it's the spark of genuine connection. His world is structured, predictable, and though he is successful in many aspects, there is a quiet longing that remains unspoken.
Their paths cross when she offers him something unconventional: the gift of time. She is a free spirit—an artist, a poet, a dreamer. She lives for the beauty in fleeting moments and seeks to paint them with every breath she takes. She wants to invite him into her world for 30 days—a month of no strings, no commitments, only exploration. Each day, she will show him a new piece of life, a new experience, a new way of seeing the world, all without the constraints of expectations or future obligations. He will step outside his rational mind and into the canvas of the present, where only the now matters.
As the days pass, they will unravel each other's stories through art, music, poetry, and quiet moments. He will teach her about structure and control, while she will teach him about surrender and letting go. They will live in the delicate tension between what could be and what is, knowing that, like all beautiful things, their time together is destined to end.
The question remains: What happens when a heart too cautious meets a soul too wild? Will they find something timeless, or will they simply be two fleeting moments in the grand scheme of the world?When MC joins his seminar (or becomes his research assistant), a hidden connection between them begins to surface—one that neither can ignore. Despite the professional boundaries and their vastly different life experiences, the two find themselves drawn into an irresistible dance of desire, redemption, and forbidden love.
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