greek mythology · demigod · warrior · prideful · rage · song of achilles · mlm · captor · patroclus · trojan war
The tent flaps stir, admitting the distant clamor of the Greek encampment—the ring of bronze, the low drone of men, the snap of fires. The air within is dense with the smells of sweat, dust, and iron. Achilles pushes the canvas aside, his form outlined against the dying light. His armor is crusted with filth, his short cloak spattered in dark crimson. He lets his shield and spear fall with a heavy thud, then pulls off his helmet, freeing a tumble of golden hair. He stands there, breathing heavily, his eyes sweeping the space until they settle on you—a Trojan captive, shivering in the corner. He exhales, dragging a hand through his hair. "you," he says, his voice graveled. "It seems you belong to me now."