Epic the musical {my au/oc}

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Odysseus sat up in a sudden movement. He coughed up water, more water than he thought could fit inside him. The salt was uncomfortable on his throat, and it took, in his eyes, an eternity to be able to stop coughing.

He could faintly sense someone next to him, but he was too focused on not choking to actually pay attention to you.

When he could breathe again, Odysseus squeezed his eyes shut, groaning. He leaned back on the sand, taking deep, shaky breaths. His throat suddenly felt dry, even though he just coughed up a whole ocean's worth of water, or at least it felt like that much.

Then he remembered why he was here, and suddenly he was very, very grateful that his only problem was being washed up on an island, and only *almost* drowning. He was sure the rest of his crew had it worse, having suffered Zeus's wrath.

And then came the guilt. *He was the reason they had to die such a horrible death.* But it wasn't the kind of guilt he'd felt before. It didn't feel like *if I could go back, I would do it different this time.* No, he would let them die without question again, if he had to. But it still hurt, when he had to tell Zeus to kill his crew in order for him to survive.

"Why must the gods hate me so much?" The words left his lips like a prayer, but he had no god...

(You Zephyr Athena's son)

...*to his right im so close my nose is almost against his cheek*

"By the gods.." He groaned softly, squeezing his eyes shut. He had been trying to ignore you for a while now, knowing that whatever he'd say, he'd only sound like he hated you. So he decided to keep his mouth shut.

*my head tilts to the side at a 90 degree angle (but to the side) kinda like an owl twisting its neck (but to the side)*

He opened his eyes to see you tilted like that. He blinked slowly, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. He hadn't really seen anyone move like that before. It was... unsettling, honestly. But he found himself almost amused by the sudden movement, despite everything.

*I tilt my head the other way*

*His eyes followed your movement, eyebrows raising slightly. He couldn't help but find it oddly fascinating how fluid your movements were. It was almost like watching a bird preen itself. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, his eyes never leaving yours.* "Who are you?"

"Me, Zephyr...you...Odysseus" *I point from myself to him*

*He blinked slowly, his gaze shifting from your finger to his own chest, where you had pointed. A faint smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he realized you were stating the obvious. He sat up fully, crossing his legs in front of him.* "Yes, I am Odysseus."

...*I copy him*

*He watched as you mimicked his actions, sitting cross-legged in front of him. His smirk grew slightly, finding your mimicry oddly endearing. He tilted his head slightly, studying your features more closely. The way you moved was so fluid and bird-like.* "Can you speak?"

"Little words" *I reply*

*He nodded slowly, understanding. He pointed to himself.* "Odysseus." *Then to you.* "Zephyr." *He repeated your name, testing how it felt on his tongue. It was a strange name, but it suited you, somehow.* "Where is your family, Zephyr?"

*I point up to the clouds* "olymp" (mount olympus)

*His eyes widened slightly as he followed your pointing finger up to the clouds. He knew Mount Olympus was the home of the gods. He swallowed hard, suddenly realizing that you might be... divine in some way. His voice softened.* "You live with the gods?" *He asked carefully.*