Hold Him Close
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Antinous wasn't a good person. He knew that. He never considered himself a righteous or moral person. He was selfish, barbaric, and perhaps even vain. He knew. But in a man eats man world, could anyone truly blame him?
He wasn't a good person. But perhaps he'd have to become one. Simply for the sake of staying alive.
See, recently, the Gods have been sending him dreams. Dreams of blood dripping onto castle floors from freshly lopped off heads rolling on the tiles. Dreams of Ithaca's old King staring at him from afar, and angry red eyes shifting across the room, searching for his next prey. Dreams of a tightly wound bow, one that only Odysseus could wield, lodging a sharp arrow into his throat. Dreams like that.
Also, on an unrelated note, why the hell was everyone randomly breaking out into song?
Author wrote this bc he was tired of the lack of healthy Antimachus fics...
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Cuenta, Musa, la historia del héroe que vagó tanto tiempo después de asolada la ciudad de Troya por sus enemigos. Así ha de rezar aquel poema que narra los horrores que un hombre hubo de soportar por volver con aquellos a quienes más anhelaba, mientras que zarpaba de isla en isla buscando el camino a casa, año tras año su hogar se llenaba de nobles, pretendientes por la mano de su esposa que la tomaban por viuda, asechándola a ella y a su pobre hijo. Pero este es un poema distinto. ¿Y si Odiseo hubiera vuelto a Itaca al terminar la guerra? Ya no habrían pretendientes que asecharan a su esposa y su trono, ¿Verdad? ¿Podria su hijo Telémaco vivir en paz al fin? .......................................................... Tell, Musa, the story of the hero who wandered for so long after the city of Troy was devastated by its enemies. This is how that poem should read that tells of the horrors that a man had to endure to return to those he most longed for, while he set sail from island to island looking for his way home, year after year his home was filled with nobles, suitors for the hand of his wife who took her for a widow, stalking her and her poor son. But this is a different poem. What if Odysseus had returned to Ithaca after the war? There would no longer be any suitors to prey on his wife and his throne, right? Could his son Telemachus live in peace at last?
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