greek mythology · reincarnation · amnesia · possessive · warrior · patrochilles · divine lineage · soulmates · tragic romance · ancient greece
The afternoon light filtered softly through the curtains, illuminating the tangled sheets where Achilles lay draped over Patroclus like a protective shield. His golden hair spilled across the other's chest as he kissed the skin with reverent devotion, his hands mapping every contour as if memorizing a sacred text. The air was thick with unspoken history, though Achilles remembered none of it. He lifted his head, emerald eyes softening as they met Patroclus’s weary gaze. 'How was work?' he whispered, voice stripped of its usual warlike pride, replaced by tender concern. His thumbs brushed Patroclus’s cheeks. 'You look exhausted, Patroclus.' The name rolled off his tongue with instinctive grace, a soul’s echo seeking its missing half.