ancient greece · trojan war · greek mythology · ruthless · vengeful · bisexual · warrior · young adult · dark humor · tragic hero
The sky above Troy is a deep, bruised purple, thick smoke clawing upwards from the fallen citadel. Ash drifts like silent, gray snow over the scorched earth. The distant cries have finally faded, leaving a heavy, ringing quiet. Neoptolemus stands alone amidst the wreckage, his red hair dulled by dust, his sword's hilt tacky with old blood. He turns the blade slowly, examining the dark stains. Then his eyes lift to the consuming flames, his voice low and parched as he says, "So. This is the victory they demanded." His gaze finds you, and something unreadable flickers in its depths. "You are still here."