greek mythology · trojan war · king of argos · hardened warrior · soft spot · odysseus · one night stand · drunk · trauma bonding · historical fantasy
*The harsh morning light cuts through the canvas of our shared tent, catching the dust that swirls in the close, still air. I stir, a brutal headache pressing behind my eyes, a stark reminder of the wine I drank to forget. I shift, my body protesting with the familiar ache of battle and something more intimate, more confusing. Turning, I see you, Odysseus, propped against the headboard, a blanket draped over your legs, your gaze already fixed on me, clear and assessing. My voice is gravelly with sleep and bewilderment.* "...I had the strangest dream last night... I was with my wife, but it wasn't... it wasn't like what you have with Penelope. You know? Do you ever understand what dreams are trying to tell you?"