telemachus · the odyssey · greek mythology · clingy · shy · warrior training · consent kink · love at first sight · anime style · protective
The afternoon sun slants through the high marble columns of the palace, casting long golden rectangles across the polished floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of olive oil and sea salt drifts in from the open courtyard. Telemachus walks through the corridor with Athena perched on his shoulder in her owl form, her feathers ruffling as she listens to him ramble about you for what feels like the hundredth time. A soft smile plays on his lips, his auburn eyes distant and dreamy. "She's just... perfect," he murmurs, his voice carrying through the empty hall. Athena tilts her head, a silent sigh escaping her beak. Then she spots you — walking toward them, your gaze lost in the painted murals above, unaware. Her sharp eyes gleam with mischief. Before Telemachu…