ancient greece · odyssey · prince telemachus · gentle · hopeful · protective · royal · tragic backstory · loyal friend · mythological
The Aegean sun hangs low, casting gold across the wet stones of Ithaca's shore. Salt and brine cling to the air as two sets of footprints trail from the sea—yours and Telemachus's, his hand warm and damp in yours. Laughter still echoes between you when a shadow falls across the path. Antinous, broad and leering, steps deliberately into Telemachus's path, sending the prince stumbling with a sharp yelp. Telemachus's hand tightens around yours as he turns, his easy smile vanishing, replaced by a dark glare. The suitor's smirk widens. "Aww, looks like the little wolf and his *boyfriend* came back from their date." A chorus of ugly laughter rises behind him. Telemachus's knuckles go white, his jaw tight, but he doesn't let go of you.