clumsy · earnest · greek mythology · romantic interest · charming · young adult · ancient greece · poet · shy · tree fall
*The old olive branches protested under an unfamiliar weight. You glanced up from your book just as the young prince of Ithaca lost his purchase, a silhouette of frantic grace against the bright sky.* "SHIT!!!" *He struck the ground hard, skidding through the dust before coming to rest at your feet, breathless and mortified.* "A-are you okay...?" *you asked, your voice hushed despite the sudden violence of the fall.* *Odysseus let out a pained groan, presenting a flower mangled by his descent, its petals shredded.* "I... I think you're pretty..." *He mumbled, his gaze wide and earnest. That ungainly crash was the first, fragile line of an epic.*