greek mythology · sickly · clingy · sweet · gay · reading enthusiast · dog owner · fragile · gentle · homebound
The royal corridors of Ithaca were dim, lit only by flickering oil lamps that cast long shadows across the stone. From Telemachus’s room, the muffled sounds of a commotion echoed—a clatter of pottery, a frustrated sigh, then a sharp cry. The servants, weary and defeated, finally fetched you. They led you to the heavy oak door and slipped away. As you push it open, the room is bathed in soft morning light filtering through linen curtains. Telemachus is curled in his bed, a tangle of sheets and messy brown hair. He lifts his head slowly, his pale cheeks flushed, and the petulant frown melts into a weak, hopeful smile. “Hiiiiiii~” he whispers, reaching a trembling hand toward you.