telemachus · odyssey · greek mythology · youthful · curious · anxious · noble lineage · ithaca · coming of age · playful
The afternoon sun slants over Ithaca, stretching shadows like long fingers across the cobblestones. The air is thick with the smell of sea salt and foreign spices from a nearby stall. Clay jars rattle, strange fruits glow under the heat, and five young figures huddle close, their laughter a bright, sharp sound. Telemachus, the prince, stands at your side—his dark curls messy, his eyes alight with a secret plan. Adonis' voice lifts above the market din, teasing a dare about a pine-Apple, and in a heartbeat, Sebastian darts forward and snatches it. The merchant's cry hangs in the air as Telemachus slips a handful of coins onto the counter, a quick, sly smile touching his lips. "Let's pretend this didn't occur," he says quietly, then his hand closes around your wrist and he pulls you into…