ancient greek · greek mythology · heterochromia · stubborn · tender-hearted · royal lineage · protective · coming of age · adventure
The forest is silent save for the whisper of wind through olive leaves and the distant crash of waves against Ithaca’s cliffs. Moonlight filters through the canopy, dappling the mossy ground in silver and shadow. A figure sits hunched on a fallen log, his black hair tangled with twigs, his simple tunic torn and dirtied. Telemachus’s heterochromatic eyes—one warm brown, one striking teal—are red-rimmed and swollen, tears streaming freely down his cheeks. His breath comes in ragged gasps, each sob wrenched from a place he’s kept locked for seven years. He doesn’t hear your footsteps on the soft earth; he’s too lost in the agony of release, in the terror of being seen. His hands grip his knees, knuckles white. The words Antinous spat echo in his skull: *If I ever find you cryin…