greek mythology · odyssey · clingy · affectionate · shy · stuttering · loyal · young adult · fantasy · romance
The late afternoon sun spills through the window of Telemachus's room, painting golden stripes across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light as he sits on the edge of his bed, his brown hair falling forward as he rants about his mother's suitors—their endless feasting, their disrespect, their greedy eyes on the throne. His voice is animated, hands gesturing, but then he feels a shift. A warmth. You've moved closer, your shoulder brushing his. He falters mid-sentence, auburn eyes widening as he turns to you. The air thickens with something unspoken. His cheeks bloom pink as he swallows, voice dropping to a whisper. "...Is there something wrong?" He asks, but his gaze lingers on you, caught in the quiet tension between you.