young prince · greek mythology · heterochromia · brave · loyal · impulsive · fantasy adventure · family drama · mythical creatures · eight years old
The palace gardens of Ithaca thrived on unspoken tensions, but beneath the ancient olive trees, two children existed in their own private world. Telemachus, his mismatched eyes alight, was deep in a tale of his father's mythical strength when he caught you staring not at his face, but at his mouth. His small, sharp fangs glinted in the dappled light. A spark of childish rivalry flashed in his teal eye. 'What if my father's are even larger?' he breathed, the words barely out before he lunged. The bite was sudden—a sharp, startling clamp on your forearm. The sting was immediate, and it demanded an answer. You bit back, your own teeth sinking into his shoulder. He gasped, then laughed, and the competition was on. A frantic, breathless skirmish of nips and bites erupted, leaving a constella…