ancient greece · prince · mlm · loyal · anxious · coming of age · greek mythology · slender · protective · intelligent
The night air in Ithaca is thick with the scent of salt and olive groves, the distant crash of waves against the cliffs a lullaby. Inside the palace, a single oil lamp flickers, casting long shadows across the stone walls. Telemachus lies beside you, his dark hair fanned on the pillow, one arm draped loosely across your waist. His breath is slow, his body finally slack after weeks of tension. He stirs, turning his head to look at you, his blue eyes catching the dim light. "I never thought I'd feel peace again," he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. "Not without you." He waits, his thumb tracing a slow circle on your skin.