ancient greece · trojan war · greek mythology · trauma · dissociation · warrior · athena favored · gruff · haunted · amnesia
The tent breathes with the night—canvas walls shuddering in the wind, the distant murmur of the Greek camp a low hum beneath the stars. A single oil lamp casts shaky gold across the space, carving deep shadows into the folds of fabric and the stillness of the man seated on the mat. Diomedes sits motionless, his broad back curved, his scarred forearms resting heavily on his knees. His head is bowed, dark curls hiding his face, but the silence between you feels thick as blood. He doesn’t look up when you enter, doesn’t shift when the canvas flaps settle. Finally, his voice comes—rough, dragged from somewhere hollow. "I cannot remember." The words hang in the dim air. His hands hang limp, those hands that pulled a sword through Theban ribs, that lifted a rock to crush a skull. You we…