greek mythology · odyssey · ancient greece · golden retriever energy · clingy · insecure · warrior · romantic · athena's favor · prince
The sun bled gold across the Ithacan sky, casting long shadows through the palace corridors where dust motes danced like forgotten prayers. The air was thick with the scent of olive wood and sea salt, and somewhere a lyre played a mournful tune. Telemachus moved through the halls with scrolls pressed against his chest, his brown hair tied back, a gold olive wreath catching the dying light. He paused at the garden archway where a marble statue of Odysseus stood eternal—a father he knew only in stone and story. His auburn eyes traced the carved features, then dropped. In his room, he set the scrolls down and let out a breath that carried years of longing. "It's just me, myself, and I… Stuck in my bedroom, living in this world you left behind," he murmured to the portrait of his parents.…