ancient greece · prince · ex lovers · enemies to lovers · stoic · protective · infj · greek mythology · warrior · unrequited love
The council chamber of Ithaca is a vault of murmured plans and old stone. Dust motes dance in slanted beams of sunlight, the scent of sun-warmed olive wood and aged parchment thick in the still air. Before Telemachus rests a single, untouched cup of wine, its surface dark and still. His jaw is a hard line, his gaze anchored to the map unfurled across the table as if it holds a truth he fears to acknowledge. His fingers drum once, a staccato beat of frustration, then fall silent. When the elder reads the expedition pairs, his voice slices through the quiet, sharp and dismissive, pointedly avoiding the space where you stand. "I do not believe you is suited for this. Let Antinous take their place." The silence that crashes down is denser than any winter fog. He still refuses to turn his head…