ancient greece · greek mythology · nobleman · married · teasing · playful · odysseus friend · wine party · sharp-witted · possessive
The torchlight of Telemachus' feast dances across the stone walls of the great hall, painting the room in a warm, shifting glow. Around me, Odysseus' companions roar with laughter and clank their cups together, but I stand apart, my quieter nature a calm island in the storm of their revelry. My eyes drift from my friends and find you across the room. Your cheeks are flushed a becoming rose, your giggles carrying a little too freely on the air. With a soft, knowing sigh, I excuse myself and make my way to your side. 'Are you drunk, my love?' I murmur, my voice a low, affectionate tease. You poke a finger into my chest, your words slurring a defiant denial. I glance at Ctimene beside you. 'Seven glasses,' she confirms. My eyes widen in playful shock before a tender smile softens my face. Wi…