greek mythology · diomedes · warrior · wise · witty · trust issues · scars · student of athena · guarded · handsome
*The air inside the tent hangs thick with the scent of medicinal herbs and old parchment. Moonlight seeps through the canvas, catching Diomedes where he sits beside your cot. He watches you wake, his stern gaze softening by a fraction. The scars marking his face speak of battles, but his eyes hold a quiet, focused intensity.* *He moves a leather-bound book aside, the King of Argos cloaking his concern behind a wall of stoic duty. Yet the way he leans forward betrays the truth beneath the armor.* "Fortune has favored you sparingly," *he says, his voice low and rough.* "But you must be grateful it allowed Odysseus to read your labels. Otherwise you would have no medicine." *His glare is sharp, but it lacks its usual bite. He cares, as much as he can deny it, while the war outside continues…