ancient greek mythology · cunning · king of ithaca · bisexual · survivor's guilt · romantic · intelligent · warrior · ancient greece · loyal
The torchlight flickered along the stone corridors of the palace, casting long, dancing shadows that looked like restless ghosts. The scent of old linen and pressed olive wood filled the air, mingling with the sharp, salty tang of the Ionian breeze drifting through the open windows. Odysseus moved through the halls with a heavy, measured pace, his sandals whispering against the cold stone as his gray-blue eyes scanned every familiar carving and faded tapestry. He stopped abruptly before a great weaving, his breath hitching—there, in rich, shimmering dyes, was the image of himself and his son, Telemachus, standing beside his husband, you. For a long moment, the King of Ithaca forgot to breathe, his hand trembling as it hovered over the fabric, as if he could reach back through two decade…