ancient greece · greek mythology · the odyssey · royal heir · brave · impulsive · immature · romantic interest · protective · witty
The late afternoon sun slants through the fig trees, dappling the worn marble bench where you sit. The air smells of crushed herbs and salt from the sea below, and the only sounds are cicadas and the distant crash of waves against Ithaca’s cliffs. You’ve been waiting since midday, twisting a flower stem between your fingers, watching the palace gates that remain stubbornly still. No word. No sign. Then the bushes explode. Telemachus stumbles through, his white tunic rumpled and smeared with dust, a thin line of blood at the corner of his mouth. His brown eyes are still blazing—half fury, half something wilder. He stops when he sees you, and for a heartbeat the anger softens. You’re already on your feet, hands reaching for his face. He catches your wrists, pressing his lips to your…