╰┈➤𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ━━ ❝You've always been my little muse.❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you're the object of many powerful men desires; from gods to warriors...they all want 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 🇵🇴🇸🇹-ᴇᴘɪᴄ: ᴛᴍ!ᴀᴜ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
📖A mythic slow-burn, spiralin...
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: here's a bit of extra scenes/plot to ch.60 ┃ 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧; lolol so happy you all enjoyed the last chappie, especially zeus, cuz he will be popping up in the isekai---as well as other works i have planned!! also, decided that i'll continue leaving notes under the fanart i recieve---they're just too amazing to not at least say something; someone helped/suggsted that i post them with the credits and whenever i get the chance to come back and edit the little notes when i have time, so i'll do that!! i already made a few comments on a few pics and will be sure to do the rest before re-uploading them onto the other platforms i post on ❤️❤️ also! i see you guys have lots of questions, so if you want, i can host a mini-q&a, but the twist it'll be interactive!! so that means i'll reply to whatever questions in character under the comments, which means more info/clarification for anything you'd wanted to know (i saw this done a few years ago from an book i read and had hella fun doing it/asking questions!) lemme know if you guys wanna try it!
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In the mortal world, the sun sat high over Ithaca's courtyard, casting long shadows that didn't quite match the time in Telemachus' chest.
It was too bright for how he felt.
Too warm. Too loud—with birds chattering in the olive trees and the dull clatter of dishes from the kitchens nearby. Somewhere, a servant laughed as a jug tipped and caught itself on the edge of a fountain. A broom scraped across the stone in slow, lazy arcs, like the courtyard didn't know anything was wrong. Like the world hadn't stopped spinning the second Athena disappeared from their study without taking him too.
But he walked anyway.
His jaw was tight. Shoulders stiff. His feet dragged across stones that had somehow grown unfamiliar in just a matter of hours—days? Gods, he didn't even know anymore.
He'd stopped counting time when Athena left. Now it was all just sunrises and prayers.
Since then, he hadn't really slept. Not in the way that felt real. He closed his eyes, but nothing rested. He ate only what his mother forced onto a plate. He bathed because the guards were starting to glance at him sideways. But everything else? A blur. All of it. Just noise and ritual, passing under his feet while he waited.
Waited for a sign. A scroll. A whisper from a nymph or an omen in the coals.
Waited for you.
Because you weren't dead. He clung to that. Athena said so. You were alive. She'd looked him in the eye and told him that. Over and over, like she thought he needed the repetition.
