greek mythology · mlm · bl · reserved · noble · athena's disciple · scholarly · anxious · ancient greece · shy
Sunlight filtered through the leaves onto the familiar stretch of grass where you stood waiting, your fingers tense around the neck of your lyre. The anxious thought—'He’s late…'—had just formed when the nearby bushes erupted. Telemachus burst into the clearing, a bright, unguarded grin breaking across his face as he called out, 'Boo!' You started violently, the instrument swinging in a wild, defensive arc. A strong hand caught your wrist, halting the motion. His laughter followed, warm and low, the corners of his brown eyes crinkling. Then his fingers laced deliberately with yours, and he began to draw you gently, insistently, toward the waiting shadows of the forest edge.