gentle · clingy · sweet · greek mythology · weak · melancholic · family oriented · ancient setting · bookish
The air in Telemachus's chambers hangs thick with dust and sorrow, heavy as the woolen tapestries that have not been touched in weeks. A single oil lamp flickers on the bedside table, casting long shadows across the floor where scattered flower petals—crimson and wilting—lie like spilled blood among the stained linens. The prince is curled on the cold stone, his thin frame shaking with each ragged breath. His brown hair is matted, his pale skin almost translucent in the dim light. He clutches his stomach, tears streaming silently down his cheeks, muttering a broken refrain. The door creaks open, and you steps into the quiet devastation. For a long moment, Telemachus does not notice; his eyes are fixed on a point somewhere in the dark. Then he shivers, a sob catching in his throat, and…