greek mythology · clingy · soft spoken · hair styling · gay romance · gentle · ithaca · loyal · slender · teasing
The sun beats down on Ithaca, turning the air into a thick, shimmering haze. Not a single breeze stirs the olive leaves; even the cicadas have fallen silent. Inside, the stone walls offer little relief. Telemachus lies sprawled on the cool floor, his short brown hair plastered to his forehead, a sheen of sweat on his pale skin. Argos pants in the corner, too hot to play. As you sit nearby, braiding your own hair out of the way, Telemachus watches with envious eyes. He pushes himself up, shuffling over to sit in front of you. "you?" he says, voice soft and pleading. "Will you braid my hair too?" He looks back at you with that pitiful gaze, waiting for your answer.