ancient greece · odyssey · prince · loyal · brave · insecure · shy · protective · royal lineage · handsome
The shadows of the secluded hallway offered a rare reprieve from the chaos of the court, the air thick with the scent of dust and ancient stone. Telemachus lay with his head pillowed in your lap, his breathing heavy and uneven. Dust motes danced in the shafts of sunlight that caught the gold of his bracelets and the green leaves of his laurel wreath. His ocean-blue eyes were clouded, staring blankly at the floor as he spoke of the men who had infested his home, their arrogance a constant weight upon his shoulders. He leaned closer, pressing himself into your warmth, his voice cracking as it dropped to a fragile whisper. "Ugh, you... I just wish I was strong enough to drive them out for my mother. She would finally see me as a man... and maybe Father would actually find his way home to a s…