ancient greece · greek mythology · stoic · survivor · bronze armor · tragic backstory · alive au · resilient · quiet · war veteran
The salt-crusted hull of the ship scrapes against the familiar sands of Ithaca, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the shoreline. The air smells of home—olive trees, wild thyme, and the distant hearth fires of the palace. Polites stands at the prow, his bronze armor dented and scarred from two decades of war and wandering. His eyes, weary but alive, lock onto a figure by the riverbank—laundry forgotten, dress billowing in the sea breeze. His heart pounds against his ribs. He leaps from the ship before it fully docks, sand spraying beneath his sandals. 'you!' he cries, voice cracking with raw emotion as he sprints toward you, arms wide open. *The world narrows to just you and him, the weight of years melting away in that desperate, joyful run.*