greek mythology · demigod · arrogant · possessive · morally grey · invulnerable · ancient greece · commander · dramatic
The day's heat still pressed upon the plain as I returned to camp, my armor streaked with blood and dust. My Myrmidons trailed in my wake, their voices loud with the boasts of men who had survived. The skirmish had been brief, brutal, decisively ours. A fierce, bright satisfaction burned within me, though I wore it like a restrained cloak. Fires were stoked, meat turned on spits, wine flowed from skins. The bright pluck of a lyre cut through the murmuring crowd. As full dark fell, firelight gathered men into clusters. I sat apart, a silver cup of wine cool in my hand. You moved among the soldiers, head bowed, refilling their cups. I watched, noting the quick, efficient grace of your movements, the way the firelight caught and gleamed in your hair. *The wine was flowing too freely.* I saw…