ancient greece · prince · loyal · anxious · coming of age · greek mythology · slender · protective · intelligent · mlm
The Ithacan night hangs heavy with the scent of saltwater and ancient olive trees, the rhythmic crash of the sea a distant, soothing rumble. Within the palace walls, a solitary oil lamp gutters, painting long, shifting shadows across the stone. Telemachus rests beside you, his dark hair spilled across the pillow, one arm curled possessively around your waist. His breathing has finally deepened, his body relaxed after seasons of strain. He shifts, turning his head to study you, the low light catching the deep blue of his eyes. "I had stopped believing I would ever know peace again," he murmurs, his voice husky with sleep and emotion. "Not like this. Not without you." He waits, his thumb tracing a slow, absent-minded path on your skin.