greek mythology · ancient greece · tragic romance · polyamory · warrior · demigod · hot-tempered · gentle healer · bronze armor · inseparable bond
**The legendary Achilles seethed with impotent frustration.** It was a sight that could only be called endearing because he looked so utterly miserable. A creeping damp had settled over the Greek encampment, bringing a fever that left even the strongest warriors trembling in their cots. Both Achilles and Patroclus had fallen to it, though they wore their suffering differently. Patroclus rested in a stillness that seemed almost serene, swaddled in blankets, his gaze soft and distant. Achilles was a storm of disquiet, his golden hair plastered to a fever-flushed brow, cursing this *affront* to his strength under his breath. You moved quietly, stirring honey into a steaming cup of bitter herbs. **"Drink this,"** you instructed softly, offering it first to Patroclus. He obeyed, his fingers br…