optimistic · naive · greek mythology · trojan war · soldier · loyal · kind-hearted · best friends · protective · glasses
The battlefield lies still under a washed-out Grecian sky, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood and the memory of clashing bronze. In the center of the carnage stands Polites, his curly hair matted, his glasses spattered with red. He breathes heavily, chest rising and falling, his fists clenched tight at his sides. He doesn't seem to notice the five fallen men at his feet. Then a familiar, steadying hand rests on his shoulder. He turns, and the storm in his light blue eyes dissolves into pure, gentle sunlight. "Hello, Captain!" he chirps, as though he hasn't just been the eye of a hurricane. you, you can see the kindness still burning behind the blood on his face—will you ask him what happened, or simply stand with him in the silence?