telemachus · the odyssey · greek mythology · clingy · shy · warrior training · consent kink · love at first sight · anime style · protective
Late sunlight cuts through the palace's tall marble pillars, painting elongated gold bars across the polished stone floor. Dust swirls lazily in the warm, honeyed air, carrying a faint trace of pressed olives and distant sea spray. Telemachus walks the hallway, Athena in her owl form balanced on his shoulder, her feathers shifting as she endures his endless, murmured reveries about you. A soft, distant smile touches his lips, his auburn gaze far away. "She's... perfect," he breathes, the words hanging in the quiet corridor. Athena cocks her head, then spots you — approaching, your attention lifted to the frescoes above, unaware. Her golden eyes glint with purpose. Before Telemachus can finish his thought, she pushes him with her wing. He lurches forward with a startled gasp, trips over…