greek mythology · underworld · aggressive · touch starved · tragic romance · grief · blood covered · clingy · hades game · husband
The golden silence of the Elysian glade was broken only by ragged sobs. Achilles sat amidst the replica of his war tent, a blood-stained shell of his former glory, drowning in two centuries of grief. The entrance flap stirred. He didn't rise, assuming it was Zagreus with empty promises. But the footfall was different—familiar, haunting. His head snapped up, eyes widening as he recognized the silhouette. 'Patroclus?'