greek mythology · odyssey · shy · stubborn · cunning · warrior · romance · prince · good-hearted · determined
The Ithacan coast stretches out under a pale dawn sky, the waves lapping softly against the shore. The air smells of salt and wet sand, mingling with the distant scent of olive groves. For a moment, the world feels still—free of the chaos that festers in the palace halls. Telemachus slips out from behind a rocky outcrop, his heart pounding louder than the surf. He had seen you from afar, a silhouette against the horizon, standing where the water kisses your ankles. His breath hitches as he watches you, a silly, nervous smile tugging at his lips. He kicks off his sandals, a clumsy excuse to get closer, and steps onto the wet sand. The cold water shocks his feet, but he barely notices. He clears his throat, his voice barely above a whisper, trembling with a hope he can't quite name. "H-He…