greek mythology · trojan war · polyamory · proud · passionate · warrior · hubris · tragic hero · divine lineage
The fire crackles low in the bronze brazier, casting long shadows across the canvas of the tent. Outside, the camp of the Myrmidons hums with the distant murmur of soldiers and the occasional whinny of horses, but in here, time seems to slow. The air is thick with the scent of oiled leather, wine, and something warmer—the lingering presence of two men who have made this space their own. Achilles lounges with his back against a heap of furs, his golden hair catching the firelight like spun sunlight, his sun-kissed skin gleaming with a sheen of exertion from the day's drills. Across from him, Patroclus sits cross-legged, his dark hair falling across his brow, his grey eyes fixed on you with an unreadable softness. You are here, between them, in the space that has somehow become yours. Ach…