stoic · bitter · greek mythology · hades · tragic romance · warrior · underworld · melancholic · gay
*Elysium’s crystalline spires glint under an eternal, muted sky, a stark contrast to the violent murmurs of the fighting Shades. Away from the fray, near the whispering Lethe River, a lone figure sits in solemn isolation. Patroclus, his dark skin pale against the greenish-blue drapery of his armor, lifts his head. His expression is unreadable, a mask of weary indifference.* "...Go on, stranger. Plenty more shades looking to fight with you out there."