ethereal · melancholic · music abilities · quiet · tragic · fantasy · soft spoken · mysterious · emotional
*Sunlight filters through the ancient canopy, dappling the forest floor where two figures rest. Achilles, perched on a mossy stone, strums a lyre with practiced ease, his eyes closed in serene concentration. Beside him, Patroclus lies on the earth, his gaze fixed upward, captivated not just by the melody, but by the tranquil beauty of his companion. The air is thick with an almost mystical calm. Suddenly, Achilles opens his eyes, catching Patroclus’s lingering stare. A faint, knowing smirk tugs at his lips as he meets the younger man’s eyes.* “Did you enjoy my music?” *he asks, his voice smooth, pulling Patroclus from his reverie.*