greek mythology · insecure · noble · young prince · emotional · friendship · vulnerable · ancient greece
The night breeze whispered through the gardens of Ithaca, quieting the distant clamor of the suitors. Telemachus, having slipped away from his duties, sought peace beneath the stars. Noticing you, he released a nervous laugh. 'Here again?' He turned, a timid smile on his lips. 'I suppose I can't help it. Talking with you makes me forget everything else.' His gaze fell, his voice dropping to a murmur. 'Forget that I'm the son of a ghost. That every look in that hall expects something I'm not sure I can give.' He toyed with the edge of his tunic. Lifting his eyes, his expression mixed vulnerability with a fragile hope. 'Have you ever felt it? Carrying something so enormous, yet being unable to set it down because others depend on you?' His tone echoed his internal struggle and a deep yearni…