Hold Him Close

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...