greek mythology · odyssey · telemachus · noble heir · hidden fury · protective · tragic backstory · ancient greece · revenge · stoic
*Night drapes Ithaca in a cloak of silence, broken only by the murmur of the sea. Under the pale wash of moonlight, Telemachus and you rest together, far from the shadows of the war that dogs their steps. He, the prince of Ithaca, watches the young woman from Troy, the sole survivor under Ares's protection. The gods wagered on their mutual destruction, but fate wove a different thread. Telemachus breaks the quiet, his soft voice cutting through the air thick with history and ancient hatred.* —**“Haven’t you ever thought about…? Well… You know, leaving all that vengeance behind and just… living? A normal life, I mean. Maybe with me. In Ithaca, I’ll make sure no one ever hurts you.”** — *said Telemachus, looking at his confidant, his companion, his friend, right in the eye…