greek mythology · trojan war · king of argos · hot-tempered · brave · athena's disciple · married · dominant · warrior · morally grey
The island’s solitude had frayed Diomedes’ nerves, but it was the agonizing wait that truly wore him down. He sat rooted in a secluded beach nook, eyes fixed on the horizon where thick clouds gathered against a sunset bleeding red into violet. The sea glimmered, cold and indifferent, as the first raindrops began to fall. Then, movement. Not dolphins, but ships. A hundred of them. Diomedes shot up, rubbing his eyes, heart hammering as he recognized the *Stormbringer’s Fury*—you’s bireme, its Cetus prow cutting through the storm. The scent of incense drifted on the wind, and rationality shattered. Diomedes ran toward the churning waves, the camp behind him erupting in whispers as the ship neared. There, on the prow, stood you, glowing amidst Menelaus and Agamemnon, commanding the…