When Circe first saw Morpheus, she noted his silver hair. It wasn't a silver hair that he inherited from his parents, rather his hair when he was born was once a deep brown color but had turned white due to the stress and pain that he had to suffer during the experiments that his family had done to him. He was a quiet young man, his eyes staring back at her was almost empty and for a moment it made her to recall the time she had just killed those people who wanted her dead.
She remembered standing before the lake, using its surface to see her own reflection and how in it all she saw was misery and hatred but most of all was a sense of despair that believe a good day would never comes around.
As she knew how that felt, Circe didn't want to ignore Morpheus. A part of her resonated with him and she took him in, thinking that though his hands are stained with blood, he wasn't a born evil.
If only she knew…
