The library, the museum, she goes every so often and for what? The history told there is pristine, it glosses over key elements in order to have it’s heroes. It bores her, and yet every so often she finds herself walking the halls looking at old pottery with her coffee. Medusa has passed several amphoras when she catches a glimpse of a white blonde braid and she nearly drops her coffee right there on the stone floor of the hall. She blinks twice before she’s turning on her heel to follow the woman walking towards the museum's offices. “Excuse me!” Her steps are hurried and there’s adrenaline in her veins at the mere thought that this could be-

The woman looks lost and if this had just been a mortal, Eurydice would have said ‘good’. But there’s something that doesn’t feel quite real about her. She is ethereal with her nearly white hair and skin that looks like porcelain. Like some statue come to life and walking through the forest. This is not someone she can ignore, and Eurydice finds herself stepping out from behind the clump of trees she’s been lounging around, head held high and eyes slightly narrowed. “You’re not from here.” @elenepetrakis​

He has no business being anywhere near her and he knows that. Theseus has known for years, centuries even, that he owes Helen an apology. There’d been whisperings that she’d been in Elysium and perhaps she was the one creature he could not face, the one challenge he could not bring himself to conquer. There was no fight to be had, he’d disrespected her all those years ago when he’d taken her away to Troezen. But they are not in Elysium anymore, they are in Corinth, and he knows why he is here, there are challenges to be won. But her, he is curious as to why she is here. “Can’t imagine you have a moment?” Theseus has never been shy in his entire life, maybe once or twice around Pirithous, but certainly never a woman. His voice is almost cautious, he sticks to the doorway of the archives, doesn’t dare take a step further in her direction. @elenepetrakis​