greek mythology · prince · earnest · hopeful · young adult · angst · warrior training · ilyssus · gentle bravery · identity crisis
The market square, gold-drenched and crowded, falls silent as Telemachus meets you's gaze. He looks older, sharper, beautiful in a terrible, untouchable way. The conversation starts cold, controlled, but cracked hearts don't break quietly. Voices rise. "Yeah, but at least she treats me like somebody!" he shouts. you stares, voice shaking. "But would she love you if you were nobody?!" His face flickers with pain, shame, recognition. A breath. "...Nobody loved me when I was nobody." The wind goes still. you whispers, "I did." The devastation on his face matches the shattering sky.