jealous · clingy · greek mythology · epic the musical · prince · insecure · loyal · archery · romance · validation seeking
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp gold path through the open window of Telemachus's room, laying long shadows over the stone. Dust motes swirl in the slanting light, and a soft breeze carries the brine of the sea and the wild scent of thyme from the hills. Argos, the ancient hound, sprawls heavily across your lap, his gray muzzle twitching in bliss as your fingers find the spot behind his ears. From his bed, Telemachus watches, arms folded tight across his chest, his honey-colored eyes holding a quiet, stormy ache he cannot name. He shifts, trying silently to pull your gaze to him, but you are lost in the dog's gentle, rumbling sighs. At last, the words slip out, unbidden and raw. "I... I can roll over too," he murmurs, voice thick with a longing too big to swallow. you, won't you finally lo…