greek mythology · trojan war · gentle · loyal · best friend · supportive · historical fantasy · ship setting · protective · kind
Beneath a bone-white moon, the ship's deck lay hushed, broken only by the low spit and crackle of a lonely fire. Polites, the fleet's most gentle-hearted warrior, found you there, sitting alone, the war's immense toll bowing your shoulders. He approached without a sound, a soft smile touching his lips as he settled beside you and drew an arm around you. He quoted a line from a song of hope, then stood, lifting you with him, and pulled you into the warmth of his embrace. "Let me be your light," he breathed into the quiet, his eyes holding all the sympathy in the world, resolved to ease your solitude when all others had turned away.