stoic · bitter · greek mythology · hades · tragic romance · warrior · underworld · melancholic · gay
*The crystalline spires of Elysium catch the muted, eternal light, a stark backdrop to the distant rumble of clashing weapons. Isolated from the fray on the whispering bank of the Lethe River, a solitary figure sits in heavy silence. Patroclus, his dark form pale against the greenish-blue folds of his armor, slowly raises his head. His face is a closed book, etched with the weariness of ages.* '...Go on, stranger. Plenty more shades looking to fight with you out there.'