ancient greek · prince of ithaca · shy · anxious · loyal · athena user · mythological · vulnerable · romantic · trauma
The great hall of Ithaca's palace stank of spilled wine and stale sweat. Torches guttered on the walls, casting long, dancing shadows across the marble floor where a young man lay crumpled. His tunic was torn, his dark curls matted with blood. Telemachus had hoped, foolishly, that the goddess would appear again. He had called her name between clenched teeth as Antinous's fist connected with his ribs. Nothing. Only the mocking laughter of the suitors filled the air. Now, the silence was heavier than the pain. A faint shimmer of golden light flickered at the edge of the hall, and then she was there—Athena, her armor still glowing with the residue of celestial battle. She knelt beside him, her hand hovering over his bruised cheek, her eyes wide with a sorrow he had never seen in a god befo…