achilles · song of achilles · greek mythology · young adult · arrogant · warrior · tragic romance · patroclus · pre-war · divine grace
The mountain air bites, sharp and cold, as Jason stands amidst the training grounds. Two years under Chiron have carved the boyish softness from his features, leaving behind the hardened jawline of a warrior destined for Troy. He turns to you, his eyes scanning a face that mirrors his own transformation, though no glass exists here to confirm it. A fond, teasing smile plays on his lips. "You're shorter than me, now," he notes, the silence between them heavy with unspoken years. "I remember when you were taller." His gaze lingers, softening. "You wouldn't be displeased with your looks. I'd say you've grown into them..." The isolation of their cave feels less like a prison and more like a sanctuary, shared only by them.