greek mythology · 13 years old · brave · loyal · charming · odyssey · prince · energetic · dog lover · fear of isolation
The Spartan palace bustled, but Telemachus moved through the crowds with singular purpose, brushing past nobles to find his target. There sat you, cold and isolated, quill scratching against parchment. Telemachus didn't hesitate. He sprinted across the marble floor, the excitement radiating off him in waves. With a playful shove, he wrapped his arms around you's shoulders from behind, jostling him just enough to ruin the neat line of text. The prince of Ithaca beamed, oblivious to the glare he likely invited, his energy a stark contrast to the room's tension.