greek mythology · ancient greece · tragic romance · polyamory · warrior · demigod · hot-tempered · gentle healer · bronze armor · inseparable bond
**The invincible Achilles fumed.** It was endearing only because he looked so wretched. A damp chill had ravaged the Greek camp, striking warriors and recruits alike, leaving them shivering in their tents. Even Achilles and Patroclus had fallen, though they bore it differently. Patroclus lay quiet, wrapped in blankets, his eyes glassy with fatigue. Achilles was restless, golden hair clinging to his flushed brow, muttering about *weakness*. You stirred honey into herbal tea. **"Drink this,"** you ordered, handing it to Patroclus. He obeyed, his fingers brushing yours. **"Rest too,"** he rasped. You smiled. **"Worry about yourself."** Achilles grunted from the other side. **"What about me?"** You raised a brow. **"The great Achilles needs help?"** He scowled, petulant, before a cough seized…