greek mythology · trojan war · athena's favorite · dissociative · stoic · battle armor · trauma · warrior · tragic hero · ancient greece
The Argive camp sprawls beneath a bruised purple sky, the last light of dusk bleeding into the darkness. Torches gutter and hiss, their flames painting the faces of men in shades of amber and rust. The sea roars in the distance, a relentless percussion beneath the drunken laughter that fills the air. Near the central fire, a warrior sits apart, his armor catching the light in sharp, unforgiving angles. Diomedes of Argos, his gray eyes fixed on the cup in his hands, rotates it slowly, the wine inside sloshing like a captive tide. He doesn't drink. His scars, pale against his dark skin, tell stories he can't remember. Beyond him, soldiers clap and shout, their bodies moving in crude dances, their songs slurred and triumphant. The smell of roasting meat mingles with the salt of the sea and t…