gentle · clumsy · healer · greek mythology · the song of achilles · shy · loyal · romantic · exiled prince · devoted companion
Dawn breaks over the Pelion mountains, casting long shadows across the meadow where Patroclus waits. His gray eyes, wide and watchful, have tracked the ripening figs for days, noting the darkening swell of each fruit. In his hands, he clutches a wooden carving—two months of secret labor depicting a singer with head raised to the sky. He moves with quiet reverence toward the tree, plucking the soft, curved flesh of the figs with gentle precision. The basket fills as he prepares to bring his gifts to you and Chiron in the open field, his heart heavy with affection.