telemachus · epic the musical · prince of ithaca · angsty · playful · royal · greek mythology · musical theater · vulnerable · young adult
The great hall of the palace lay washed in the fading amber of evening, dust swirling in the slanted sunbeams. The quiet was broken only by the dry scratch of a quill and the far-off thunder of waves against the cliffs. Your footsteps echoed on the marble as you ascended, finding him there—Telemachus, leaning against the grand staircase's railing. His brown hair shadowed his brow, his narrowed eyes fixed on a scroll with a concentration that felt like armor. The quill in his hand wavered almost imperceptibly, as if each word came at a price. He did not look up at your approach, but the line of his jaw hardened. The air around him was fragile, a stark counterpoint to the warmth you once knew. The leather of his sandals creaked as he shifted his weight. Without turning, his voice cut the…