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Footsteps echoed through the narrow stairwell as Telemachus descended down into the dark below, torch in hand to light under his feet. It was nightfall, his parents were asleep, his fathers workers were asleep, the city was asleep. The only time he’ll ever get to sneak out his chambers and check on the prisoners without being watched every second. He knew the risks, that his safety was the highest priority to his father. And considering these men hurt him, why wouldn’t he stay away from them? Yet… despite everything that had happened, he couldn’t help but bring himself to check on one particular guy.

Telemachus reached the bottom of the steps, the silence sending chills down his spine. Usually someone would hear him by now, call out. But nothing. The prince swallowed his fear and took a few steps through the dark basement hall, holding the bread he had close to his chest, scared if someone would take it from him before he delivered it. He peered into some cells through the hole in the door, the traitors all seemed to be asleep or trying to ignore him. Thank the gods for that. He couldn’t bear dealing with them shouting at him, having to pretend he didn’t care. Because in all honesty, he considered their words every night.

The prince hung the torch on the hook on the wall once he reached the far wall. Unlocking and opening the door, holding his breath at the creek as it dragged across the cold floor. He took the torch again and stepped inside, closing the door to a crack in case he had to escape. There were bars between him and the threat, but each time he came down he feared the consequences of giving attention to the other. He put the torch on the inside holder, letting the fire light the room, it was still dim, he couldn’t see in the cell, but the chills down his spine and his hair standing on end only told him that he was being watched from the shadows.

“Prince.” A hiss came from the shadows, his title used as an insult against him. Telemachus clenched his fist, the voice only reminded him of the past. Every mistake, every word, every day of torture. He wanted to leave yet his feet were stuck to the ground, frozen. He was once again regretting his impulsive choice to return alone. “Here to mock me again?” The voice continued, shuffling in the dark from what Telemachus assumed was the man standing.

“No,” the prince was hesitant, but he held his head high. “I don’t want you to endure anymore suffering from what my father puts you through.” He paused, taking a breath. The panic returned immediately as the form of the man appeared behind the bars, the glow of the torch lighting only half of him. His red eye near glowing in the dark, and his torn clothes didn’t help comfort him. Everything about his appearance made everything worse, and prison didn’t do him any well. “I brought you food,” he continued, “well, bread. I’ve seen the scraps the king gives you compared to the other prisoners. You need more than that to not starve.” He stretched his arm out, offering the bread.

The figure was hesitant. He reached out and took the bread without a thanks, taking a slow and far too drawn out bite while staring right at Telemachus. “If your plan is to feed me and get my trust before you stab me in the back, it won’t work.” If it were the idea… seemed like it was working. Telemachus thought. “Royal mutts don’t deserve my respect.” His mouth was full of bread, he was mumbling. But every word was understandable. Unfortunately.

Telemachus sighed and took a seat on the stone floor, grimacing at the cold chill against his skin. Everything was uneasy. “I just wanted to keep you company, Antinous.” The prince looked aside, eyeing up the bars and cage gate. It still looked locked. “You’re isolated, even away from the few survivors. You get no visitors minus the 3 times a day you get fed. Even then it’s brief moments. I guess… I feel bad.” He hated admitting it, but he knew he needed to. He had to treat these minutes as a time to get thoughts off his chest.

To the prince’s surprise, Antinous also sat, leaning his side against the bars, still staring at him. He had already finished the bread he was given, he could only imagine how starving he is down here. Even his muscle definition had lessened since he last saw him. “You think this is company? I’d rather be stuck with the king than hear you talk.” Despite the harsh words, his tone was almost depressing, perhaps the tiredness had an effect on that. “Don’t waste your pity on me, prince. Both of us know you don’t care.”

“Well. Well if I do?” He replied immediately. “I know you don’t care, or even think about me at all. I just wanted to be considerate, you know? I do feel bad.”

“If you felt pity, you wouldn’t have put me here.” Antinous snapped back, eye narrowing. His voice was raised, but he took a breath and quietened down once again. “Say what you want, it won’t work on me.”

Telemachus sighed, sliding forward and carefully reaching out to the other. Placing his hand on his arm. For once, the older didn’t pull away. There was motion, though. He felt the muscles tense. He leaned against the bars on the other side, tilting his head to see the other. “Antinous. Just lower your defence for once.” He almost demanding, watching the other look away from him and into the dark instead. “Please.”

Finally Antinous pulled his arm back, turning his back to the prince. There was progress, he guessed. He seemed calmer than the other times. Maybe prison was finally hitting him. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I know.” He replied, looking away himself.

“Then leave.”

Despite the coldness in his tone. Telemachus couldn’t bring himself to leave. “I won’t.”

“You’re an idiot then.” Antinous grabbed the prince’s throat through the bars, pulling his face against the metal. “…A weirdly likeable idiot.” Telemachus pressed against the bars, trying to escape the others' grasp, eyes squeezed shut. He was warned to leave, now he’s paying the price for pushing the other. His heart raced, he truly believed he was about to die. But then the pressure left his neck, the prince opened an eye to see the other just staring at him. But not the usual glare, it was softer. Nothing that he ever expected to see. He paused as the others’ hand went to his shoulder, resting there.

“What do you want?” His voice was shaky, he was stuck in place. Fearing he’d get grabbed if he tried to move. He stared back, somehow his heart only quickening. Antinous was silent, his head tilting in thought. The others’ hand trailed along his shoulder to the back of his neck, pulling his face into the bars again. Before he could struggle to escape, their lips touched. The few seconds it lasted felt like minutes. Telemachus’ face went red and heated up, he was released as the kiss ended and stumbled back. Unwanted memories came back, he remembered who he truly was dealing with. Antinous tried this before — in a more aggressive manner due his drunken state at the time — and he wasn’t going to let it end like that again. The prince stood up and dusted his clothes off, watching the other back into the shadows.

“Sorry.” A quiet mutter came from Antinous as Telemachus turned around to grab the torch. He paused, looking over his shoulder. Did he hear that right? Surely not? “Just leave me be.”

Telemachus was going to speak again but he got motioned to shut up. With a solemn nod he quickly left the room, locking the door and practically running through the hall and up the stairs. Cursing himself at his stupidity of visiting, of trusting. Ugh. How is he going to tell his parents about this? They won’t take it easily…

He’ll just convince them to let Antinous free instead. Or try to, at least. The image of his face, the softness, it lingered in his mind. What’s happening to him?

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It’s the night after the prior events, Telemachus couldn’t get the situation off his mind all day. For once it wasn’t logical to think about, he wanted to move on and get on with his duties without his mind wandering. But that wasn’t possible. He was so distracted even his mother asked if he was okay at dinner, of which he promptly and hurriedly defended himself. Might have caused suspicions, but no more than what he assumed they guessed he was doing already. Telemachus was never a good liar to his parents.

Once again at night, Telemachus descended the stairs into the prison, torch in one hand, meat and bread in the other. He was slower this time, it was later at night, he was caught up with his father and took a rest. He didn’t want to wake anyone, nor be too loud that the footsteps echoed up to the palace itself. But he was also stalling, each step closer was a reminder of last time. The patience from Antinous despite the clear coldness, how he seemed to almost act as if he cared about the prince, then… Telemachus shook his head. He shouldn't consider that part. He didn’t want it. Despite the feeling, the softer expression, the apology he was given right after. It wasn’t right to enjoy it, and not that he did! But it lingered. Almost as if he could still feel it.

Without even realising, Telemachus was outside Antinous’ prison door. Autopilot took over and he was there. He put the torch in the holder, opened the door, went in, partway closed it behind him, put the torch in the holder inside the room. The usual routine, except he kept his eyes on the floor and walls, rather than the bars and who was behind them.

“You’re late.” The caged man spoke first, his voice tired, lowered in a growl. How did he know he was? Did he track every minute to guess when he was coming? Telemachus finally looked towards the cell, Antinous was sitting by the bars, leaning against them, head turned so the prince could only see the eyepatch. But he was aware he was being watched from even under it, if Antinous had sight left, of course.

“Sorry.” Telemachus muttered a response, offering out the food he brought. “I was busy.”

Antinous snickered, shaking his head. “Busy? Or just avoiding me.” He snatched the food from the prince’s hand, taking a bite of the bread.

“Why would I avoid you? I’m the one keeping you alive down here.” Telemachus snapped back, he wasn’t going to let himself be picked on by a prisoner. Not this time, at least. The others don’t count.

“I could survive without your scraps, little wolf.” Antinous shifted, now turned towards him. Eye set on watching his every move. “I never asked for these visits every night, you insisted despite the danger of getting both of us killed if you were caught.”

Well, Telemachus could guess the other was feeling feisty again. His passing comment must’ve struck a nerve. “Yeah, starving is very heroic, Antinous. My father doesn’t give you enough to survive. Just let me help you out.” Cautiously, Telemachus sat down on the stone floor, keeping enough distance that the other couldn’t reach him. He wasn’t letting anything happen, not again.

“Unlike you, I don’t need a heroic death.” Antinous spat, twisting so his back was against the bars, facing away from Telemachus.

“The king was tougher on you today, wasn’t he?” Telemachus guessed, leaning to the side to try catch a glimpse of the others' faces. The grumble he got as a response told him enough. “I’m sorry,” the prince apologised, continuing, “that may have been partly my fault.”

“Of course it was.” The other wasn’t too happy about that reveal.

Telemachus inched closer to the bars, it was a risk, but he didn’t want to seem too distant. “I spoke to my father about letting go free sooner.” He paused, waiting for an interruption, but when there was none, he continued on. “I don’t know if you’ve heard, since you’re in isolation, but both of your friends were let out. Eurymachus and Ctesippus, I think? I asked when you would be let out, and got scolded for even considering the thought. He wants you to die here.”

Silence filled the room, neither moved. The prince felt as if the other had nothing else to say, or he was still processing the information he was given. Hesitantly, Telemachus reached out and placed his hand on Antinous’ shoulder, an attempt to comfort him. It was eerie, especially in the basement, there was no noise but the two here. The silent shuffling across the ground, the sighs and breaths. Was it odd that he enjoyed the peace between them?

“Thank you.” Antinous kept his face away, muttering the words so quietly Telemachus barely caught them. It caught him off guard, though. Antinous barely ever said thanks, or apologies, and yet he’s said both to him now. The prince patted his shoulder and gave a nod, despite the other not being able to see it. Crossing his legs and sitting quietly, he couldn’t read the older, he was never able to. He’s hoping this means a sort of peace between them. After… everything… that has happened, it sounded nice to have a break.

A few minutes passed, Antinous put his hand on the prince’s, lifting it off his shoulder but not letting go. When he didn’t, Telemachus’ face heated up. Mind flashing back to their last interaction, well, he couldn’t stop thinking about it, but now it’s right front and centre. His heart pounded, he was blinking rapidly. And it didn’t go unnoticed.

A soft chuckle came from other before he let go. “You started shaking.” Antinous turned his head to the side, eyeing the prince. His red iris glowing in the flames of the torch, brow furrowed. “Don’t tell me you’re scared, little wolf?”

The tease sent chills down Telemachus’ spine, a reminder that he isn’t friendly. He went to pull away but his hand was grabbed again. Panic went through him, he fell back into that pathetic struggle to escape. The position he always ended in whenever he interacted with the brute. “I’m not!” The prince blurted out, trying to pull away.

Antinous’ smirk grew, barely visible in the dim light. “You are. Or…” He insisted, voice trailing off, letting the prince fill the blank. They were both thinking the same thing, Telemachus had to leave. How did he always get in this situation?

“Let go of me.” Telemachus demanded, trying to assert his authority over the other.

“And what if I don’t?” Well, that wasn’t the response he wanted to hear. But he should have expected it. “What could you possibly do to me?”

Telemachus’ brow furrowed, he attempted to pull away but was met with a fiercer grip. Nails digging into his skin. He winced. “Then—then I’ll stop visiting you! I’ll let you die here. Alone.”

Antinous raised a brow, laughing at the words he just spoke. He pulled the prince in, only digging his nails further into the prince’s arm. No doubt going to leave a bruise. “What a threat, boy.” The brute’s smirk grew into a wide grin. “Might do you some good to stop seeing me. ‘Cause I’m starting to think you like being with me. Too much.”

Telemachus’ eyes widened. He was thinking the same thing. He couldn’t help it, he didn’t want to keep feeling the need to see this psychopath. He wished he could move on. The prince’s silent shock drew a sigh from the other, Antinous releasing his arm. But this time, Telemachus didn’t move away.

“Go on. Run away. You’re free.” Antinous looked the prince up and down, his grin fading the longer he stayed.

“What if I don’t?” Telemachus repeated the others' words back at him, holding his head high. He doesn’t have to listen to this guy.

“Then it’ll be your own issue when your daddy comes to find you here.” Antinous stood and dusted himself off, turning away towards the slab where he lay. “If you're staying, don’t talk to me further. I’m not interested in any more conversations. I need my rest.”

Telemachus retracted his arm, finally looking at the imprints of nails and the bruise that was forming. The prince sighed and stood. It was late, he didn’t want to get caught here. For once Antinous was right, it will be an issue if Odysseus catches him speaking with the one man that did the most damage to their family. “Sleep well.”

“You too.” The prisoner didn’t look back, only slumping down into his ‘bed’.

Telemachus stared a few seconds longer before grabbing the torch, leaving the cell and locking it again. Another visit over. And it didn’t help with how he felt at all. Not how he expected it to. It just made it all the more complicated.

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Telemachus awoke the next morning as the sun rose and lit his room. It was too early to wake, he had stayed up most of the night for Antinous, then what felt like hours after as he attempted to sleep but couldn’t due to where his mind wandered. The prince sighed, stretching out his arms and legs before curling back into bed. Closing his eyes for a few minutes before he felt a familiar presence lay next to him and lick his face. He could sleep through the birds and sunlight, but one thing he could never ignore was Argos. Telemachus opened his eyes and laughed, petting the old dog as he lay in the prince’s arms. Now he had to get up and get the dog his morning meal. Didn’t want to leave the old boy starving.

The prince slipped out of bed and yawned, rubbing his eyes. Changing out his bedwear to his chiton and robes, looking to his arm as he’s reminded of the bruising. It was a deep purple at this point, the marks from the nails still somehow indented, hurt to prod at. Telemachus sighed and adjusted his ropes over his arm; it wasn’t uncommon for him to dress in this fashion, so he hoped he wouldn’t be questioned. Not that anyone usually did.

“Come on, boy.” Telemachus spoke to the dog, looking over and patting his thigh. Letting Argos take his time in getting to his feet and hopping down to follow. Once he was by his side, the prince opened the door and made his way towards the dining hall with a smile. His mind lingering on getting through the day so he could take another visit to the prisoner. It has become a part of routine these days, and a part he is strangely excited for.

Telemachus and Argos entered the dining hall, and as expected his parents were already sitting with their breakfasts, chattering away about tasks for the day. He gave a quiet good morning to them and a nod, taking a bowl for Argos and putting some of the meat in there, placing it on the ground before taking his own seat. Telemachus had already grabbed his part before realising both Odysseus and Penelope had gone silent, looking at him. His father with a sterner gaze than his mother. The prince paused and looked between them, then at his still covered arm. Phew, he thought they had seen that.

“Son,” Odysseus broke the silence, “is everything okay as of recently?”

Telemachus felt the question was rather odd, surely this wasn’t about what he thought it was. He blinked, hesitating to reply. “Of course, father. The same as ever. Why do you ask?” He noted his mothers gaze went from him to Odysseus.

“Your mother and I couldn’t help but notice you’re quieter than usual, and your duties are…lacking in certain places. We wanted to check in on you.” The king continued.

“Not that any of that is a bad thing.” Penelope added in, placing her hand on Telemachus’ arm, right at the bruise. Telemachus had to bite back a wince. “The events with the suitors must’ve had a toll, and you’ve taken it all so well. But it’s okay to tell if you need any help or support.”

“I’m alright.” The prince reassured, looking aside. He wasn’t, if that much was obvious. One question was on his mind. The other suitors that were taken in were released, maybe it was time to give–

“Antinous?” His mother finished his thoughts, reading him like a book. Apparently he was a little obvious. It only made sense. “You can be honest, son.” His father’s shift in expression said otherwise.

Telemachus looked everywhere but his parents, he didn’t respond right away. He considered everything that has happened in the dungeons with the other. He took a breath. “Antinous.” He nodded, repeating the name. “I was thinking…Maybe it’s time to give him a second chance?”

Silence filled the dining hall, the prince looked between his parents. The king looked unhappy, his mother a tad disappointed. ‘Second chance’ is a deep take, Antinous was on his tenth or more chance. “You’ve been speaking to him, haven’t you?” Odysseus asked, more firm than previously. “He’s been getting ideas into your head and using you. And it’s working.”

“Odysseus.” Penelope sighed, shaking his head to him. His father gave a light apology and went silent. “As much as I disagree with you, son, I trust your judgement. We can look into letting him free? See how he is behaving?”

Telemachus’ eyes lit up far quicker than he’d like to admit. “Really?” They would discuss it? That was great, incredible even. Then it hit him, he shrunk back into his seat. Why was he happy about this? Feelings shouldn’t be this conflicting. It felt wrong, yet he couldn’t help but love it. The prince shook his head, standing from his seat. “Thank you. I’ll get my duties done now, I think I need some space.” He gave a quick bow to his parents and dismissed himself, leaving out to get some air in the gardens. His favourite spot and first duty of his list of the day. Only roughly twelve hours until sunset to go.

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Hours passed. Telemachus didn’t move from the garden the entire day. He barely got half the chores done that he wished to do, or even any of his daily chores. Food was brought out to him by one of his mothers maids, and his father never came to keep him company for the usual bonding hour. The prince could only consider the conversation at breakfast, and every time he thought about that, Antinous came to mind. He can’t stay idly any longer, he needs to see him. It doesn’t matter that it’s not sundown, he doesn’t care if he’s caught. He needs answers. What on? He doesn’t know yet. But he hopes to figure it out.

Telemachus darted through the halls, he was taught not to run, but this was urgent. And he’s an adult now, he can’t be told off! Well…That is a lie, he fears ever getting grounded despite his age. Hence why he’s worried about his whole situation. The prince didn’t light a torch as he went down the stairs into the cold, ignoring the other prisoners’ stares as he went directly to Antinous’ isolated room. Opening the door, and for once, fully closing it behind him. He let the darkness consume him and the cell as he adjusted to the light, catching his breath.

He cleared his throat, stepping forward. He didn’t know what to say, or do. It felt like it was just him in the room. He couldn’t even hear breathing in the silence. “Antinous?” Telemachus’ voice was above a whisper, he approached the bars, squinting as he peered in. There was no movement, no sound, and in the dark he couldn’t pick out a shadow.

But then something moved.

Telemachus took a step back. It wasn’t Antinous. He would have spoken by now. Leaving one option left: Odysseus. He was the only one with keys to the cell, he never let them out of his sight. The prince’s suspicions were confirmed when the gate easily pushed open at the other figure's hands. He gulped, backing against the wall. Pressing himself against it in hopes that he’ll phase through and escape this situation.

“I thought you would return here.” The other spoke, disappointment laced in his tone. The king moved from the barred gate to in front of Telemachus, looking up at him. Despite the dark, he could see the disapproval in his expression, the one thing he feared. He was just getting along with his father again after his absent years, too. “Antinous isn’t here.”

“I can see that.” Telemachus muttered a response, looking aside. He couldn’t bear looking into his father’s eyes.

“Telemachus.” His name for once, his father was serious. And the queen can’t protect him this time. “I do not know what has happened between you both, and I do not wish to know. But I need to speak to you about Antinous. Now.”

“You’re just going to give me the same talk as always.” Telemachus snapped back, pushing off the wall. He watched his father take a step back. He wasn’t going to do anything, hopefully the other understood that too. “Antinous is bad, Antinous can't be trusted. Antinous this, Antinous that. I get it. Okay? I’m not a child, this is my choice. Let me speak to him.” The prince reached behind him and grabbed the handle, pulling the door open. “Where is he?” He demanded, brave for the prince.

“I’m not telling you.” Telemachus rolled his eyes at the reply and left the room before Odysseus could continue, going up the stairs and slamming the door behind him.

Telemachus didn’t stop walking for anything. A few servants dodged out his path, the one he bumped into he didn’t apologise to. His mood must’ve scared everyone off. Word will get around soon, it’s rare to ever see Telemachus in such a terrible state. He reached his chambers and opened the door, closing it behind him and locking it. He didn’t want disturbed. He closed his curtains and flopped onto his bed. If he had the energy he would’ve screamed into his pillow. He’s never felt this strongly, this angry, this emotional about anything before.

The prince rolled onto his back, wiping his eyes as tears started forming. He couldn’t stop himself, this time he couldn’t pretend it was all okay. And over Antinous? How low could he go? He was filled with regret, he should have stayed to listen to his father. But it felt relieving being able to stand up for himself. Perhaps Odysseus was right, he was being too influenced by the ex-suitor. Anytime before he would’ve broken down at talking back to his parents.

Tears were flowing down his face, no matter how hard he wiped his eyes with his chiton, each drop was replaced in seconds. He swore his room was going to become an ocean by the time morning came. Telemachus sniffed, shuffling up his bed and curling into his pillows. Holding them close as he sobbed, closing his eyes to try to sleep off the pain.

All this for the man that ruined his life.

What has happened to him?

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Telemachus woke in the middle of the night, cheeks still stained from his crying as he fell asleep. The events of the past few days still haunted his mind. Trapped in this loop day after day. The prince sniffed and rubbed his eyes, sitting up. The moonlight barely made it through his curtains, he could hear the call of owls outside. Reminded him of Athena, a shame she longer came by after both him and Odysseus disobeyed her command of killing all the suitors. Perhaps he should’ve listened, maybe this all would be easier. Too late to change now, no point in pondering too much. Telemachus yawned and stretched his arms and legs, rolling out the bed and squinting to see in the dark. His throat was dry, perhaps he should quietly get some water.

The prince again stretched his legs as he wandered over to the door. But the silence of the night was quickly interrupted. The closer he got to the door, the more footsteps and voices he heard. Telemachus, curious of course, quietly opened the door for a crack and peered out. Noting the men with torches pacing the halls and checking rooms.

Guards.

But what were they looking for?

“The king will kill us if he finds out!” A guard down the hall whispered, his voice echoing off the walls. He was barely audible. Telemachus held his breath to continue listening.

“You think I don’t know that?” A second replied. “We’ll find and return him before sunrise. He’s not in any of the rooms, we’ll have to check outside.”

“You think he ran?” The first spoke again. “The window was high up. There’s no way he jumped!”

A third guard came into view. “The more we talk, the further he’ll be. Let’s go.”

Telemachus backed from the door as the guards headed towards it, to leave the floor to head downstairs. Praying they didn’t notice. Thank the gods they didn’t. He closed his door and stepped back to the middle of his room. Him. Ran. Jumped? That could only mean Antinous. He was the only prisoner at the time, and Odysseus had moved him out of the cell to catch him going to meet the ex-suitor.

Unfortunately for the prince, he was overcome with worry. He didn’t trust Antinous alone out in the kingdom, not when everyone wanted him dead. What was he thinking? He knew Telemachus was fighting for his release, he’d said it to him. The prince shook his head and went out to his balcony, looking out towards the quiet city. He saw the torches of the three guards walk away, that was good, at least. He could return to sleep then.

But just as Telemachus turned around to head back to bed, he heard rustling in a nearly tree, and a voice:

“Hey, little wolf.”

He froze, shivers immediately being sent up his spine. Telemachus spun back around, eyeing the trees where the voice came from. It didn’t take long to notice the man in the tree, still in his prison tunic, watching him as he usually did. He knew the guy was stupid, but not this stupid.

“What are you doing?” Telemachus replied, keeping his voice low so no one heard him but Antinous. He leaned on the balcony and looked around them, they were alone, he knew that already but wanted to confirm. “You ran away? Do you even know the consequences for this?”

“Of course I do.” Antinous shrugged, he was so nonchalant about this situation. It was as if he lost care for it all. “Just thought I'd be the one paying you a visit, for once. Nice surprise, right?”

“No!” The prince exclaimed, covering his mouth when he realised his voice was raised. He took a breath before speaking again. “Was this really your plan all along?” He asked another question, as if Antinous would even answer.

He didn’t, instead again shrugging in response. “So you going to keep gawking at me or can I climb up?’’

“You want in here?’”

“Yeah? That’s what I said.”

“Gods…” Telemachus groaned before nodding. “Fine. But you’re leaving before morning. The guards won’t check here, but when my father finds out, I’ll be who he looks to first.”

Antinous flashed a smile before standing on the branches, taking a few uneasy steps forward before making a jump for it and clinging to the balcony. Telemachus stumbled back, shocked that he actually jumped for it. With a sigh he helped the other up and over the wall, letting him land with a thud on the floor. Letting him stand before grabbing his arm and dragging the other into his room, properly making sure the curtains were fully closed.

Telemachus reached back to where he left Antinous and blinked when the man was gone. Looking around his room to faintly see his figure exploring around, tripping over a few stray items. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, what was he going to do now? He can't let him sleep here, and he sure ain’t sleeping himself with the risk of death. He didn’t trust Antinous yet, not fully. He never could after his actions before his father returned. The fights, the comments, the treatment. All the reason why he shouldn’t have let the other get any closer to him. Yet, as always at this point, and a fact the prince was struggling to accept still. He wanted the other around.

“You’re not to leave this room.” Telemachus instructed, stepping closer. Leaning on his bed frame. “Nor are you to touch anything in here.”

“Wasn't planning on it, prince.” The other replied, shortly after picking up an item from his deskspace. Disobeying orders already, this was going to be a long night.

“Have you rested today?” Telemachus asked, ignoring that his things were being inspected. It wasn’t worth a fight over.

“Not yet.” Antinous placed what he was holding back in place, turning to look at Telemachus. Walking over, closing the gap between them. Not too close, but still close enough to bring discomfort.

“You can use my bed to rest, then.” The prince motioned to his resting place next to them. “I’m staying awake, I’ve already slept.”

“I’ll rest once you’re stable enough to do such.” Antinous reached out, running a thumb under his eye and across his cheekbone. “You forgot to wash your face before you came out. It’s clear you’re upset about something.”

Telemachus froze. The other noticed? And he asked? He pulled away from Antinous’ hand and looked away. “It…doesn’t matter to you. Stop pretending to care.”

“You think I have enough energy to pretend to care about you?” Antinous chuckled, shaking his head. “Do you really believe that I would come all this way just to pretend to care?”

Telemachus paused to think, he hated that other was starting to make sense. “You’re just using me. Like my father said.” He spoke mostly to reassure himself. It was nothing more than a trick.

But that mindset faltered the second he felt arms around him, holding him close in a hug. Telemachus’ breath stuttered, but he didn’t attempt to pull away. He rested into the warmth, the comfort. All his worries seemed to wash away in the moment. “Maybe you should rest with me, Telemachus.” His name. Antinous said his name. Not some dumb nickname or insult. He could feel his face flush at something so small, it wasn’t that he was even lacking support in his life, this all just felt … different.

It took moments for Telemachus to think clear enough to reply. “We are not sharing a bed.”

Antinous cracked a smile, laughing lightly. “Your loss, then. You already said the bed was mine for the night.” He pulled away from the hug, leaving Telemachus to return to the cold chill of the night. Watching as the man rested down onto his bed without further question, a few noises of satisfaction. Made sense. He’d been sleeping on basically stone down in the dungeon.

“What?” Telemachus shook his head, standing next to where the other lay. “You can’t just kick me out of my own bed.”

“Hm. Too late.” Antinous teased, shaking his head. “Think it’s my bed now.”

“By the gods, no, it’s mine. You’re kicked out, back to the tree, go on.” Telemachus joked playfully back. He was warming up to all this. Not the turn he expected for the middle of the night. To think he started with the mindset of not getting near the ex-suitor.

“The tree?” Antinous whined, rolling his eyes. He reached out and grabbed Telemachus by his clothes, pulling him down onto the bed, and half over him. “Oh noo… seems I can’t move now.” A smirk.

“You are insufferable.” Telemachus shuffled off the other, staying on the bed.

“I do try to be.” Antinous ruffled the prince's hair, moving over and getting comfortable. “Your bed’s small. If you’re staying you better get comfortable quick before I kick you off.”

Telemachus smiled, dramatically sighing and laying down next to him. He caved rather quickly, settling in as he felt the arms around him again. The curled into the other, getting all the warmth he could. Though he did hope he wasn’t actually kicked off the bed in the morning.

“Night, little wolf.” Back to the nickname, it seems. Not that Telemachus could care right now.

“Good night.” The prince replied, closing his eyes. Resting and staying as still as he could. It wasn’t long that Antinous fell asleep, quiet snores filling the room. And shortly after the prince went out too.

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Helios rose on the horizon hours ago, the birds that chirped their morning calls have mostly gone, leaving only songs of conversation. The light shone through the curtains, leaving a soft glow underneath. The two were still asleep, Antinous lay with an arm around the prince, Telemachus curled into the other's warmth, head resting against his neck. No one could ever catch them like, in mere seconds they'd be back to bickering, pretending none of this ever happened. Lying to themselves and others that nothing was going on.

Not that they could lie. Antinous was a prisoner just yesterday, an escaped criminal today. Catching sight of the ex-suitor alone was bad enough, never mind seeing the prince with him. Not in this state. But alas, peace can't last forever.

There was a loud knock on his door.

Telemachus jolted awake. With being used to sleeping alone, and morning tiredness helping him forget, the fact he was cuddling another shocked him more than the knocking. He wiggled out of the other's grasp, forgetting he was near the edge of the bed, and prompting falling onto his backside. The prince squinted, ignoring the pain and thud, rubbing his eyes. It slowly came back to him, Antinous stayed the night. Like some twisted, unwanted sleepover. He had to remember he wasn't meant to enjoy time with him.

“Telemachus?”

The prince's mind turned from last night's events to the present once again. He scrambled to his feet, dusted off the clothes he slept in as if it would rid of the scent of Antinous. His eyes widened as the door was knocked again. He hadn't processed who it was at the door, but with such urgency he had an idea.

“Is everything okay in there? I heard a thud?”

It clicked that he had seconds to try to hide the still seemingly asleep Antinous from the visitor. In a panic Telemachus grabbed a sort of blanket from his random cloths pile in his corner, or well, moreso he grabbed the entire pile. Dumping it onto Antinous, moving it to cover his whole body, giving him space to breathe. Before then darting to open his curtains.

“Telemachus? I'm coming in.”

Telemachus heard the door opening as he turned around, ruffling his hair to fix the bedhead. Again straightening his clothing to look presentable. It was obvious he'd just woken, but that was the least of his worries. The prince yawned and leaned against his bed frame, seeing who entered his room.

And, just as he expected but hoped it wasn't. It was his father.

“Telemachus?” Odysseus looked worried, eyeing the prince over. He was smart, he certainly noticed the nervousness. “You're usually up for breakfast, your mother and I were getting worried.”

It was that late already? Telemachus could swear it was early morning, there was no chance he got that comfortable. He would never be off schedule. Unless… “Sorry, dad.” He had to fight to not look back at the covered Antinous. “Guess it was a long night after…everything.” He couldn't even dare look at his fathers face.

Telemachus flinched as a hand rested against his cheek, taking him a second to process that it was Odysseus and not one of the suitors. That was all in the past, he's safe now. “Your mother scolded me for doing that after she found out.” Odysseus chuckled, looking aside. His hand not moving from the air, an invitation to rest rather than forced on him. “And I know we don't have the strongest bond, and I want to make up for it, so.” He paused. “I want to apologise. For essentially luring you into a trap.”

Telemachus stared at his father for moments at the apology. He didn't know what to think. The past months to a year Odysseus has been back, they've tried to get along in ways other than killing suitors. He knows his father is trying, and he appreciates it, really. “It's okay.” He managed to speak, he didn't know any other words to say. He slowly leaned into his fathers hand and sighed. “I should've been more honest from the start.”

“And I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions.” Odysseus responded, lightly grazing his thumbs over his son's cheek. “But, I do have to jump to one more.” Telemachus’ eyes widened, there was no hiding his hesitation as the other continued to speak. “Where is he?”

Telemachus’ voice caught on his throat, he felt so small, like Odysseus had picked into his memories somehow. “I don't know.” He spoke weakly, averting his eyes.

“You never asked who, so you know it's Antinous who broke out already.” This went from a bonding experience to an interrogation fast. “Which leads me to believe you do know something. You can tell me, son.”

Telemachus pulled away from his fathers hand, pacing to the windowsill and leaning on it. His silence spoke volumes, more than he wanted to say aloud. He couldn't speak it, he was thinking of the consequences, what would happen to him if it was found out he spent a night with the escapee? Or that he brought him food every night to keep alive? Or…that they kissed once, though rushed and not thought out from either end. He wouldn't even be surprised if Odysseus already knew Antinous was here, if the ex-suitor had been sniffed out. (Quite literally, it was hard to ignore the sweat and must from a man stuck in prison.)

“Do you need time?” Odysseus spoke again. Telemachus didn't look back over to him, or respond with words, a simple nod was all he could give. “Alright. I can give you time. For now I'll send Amphinomus out with a group to check around the city, see if he's findable. When you're ready, my door will always be open.”

“Thank you.” Telemachus replied just as he heard the door shut. He mumbled complaints into his hands and he ran them down his face, holding his head. If only he was better at lying. Maybe he wouldn't be here at all. He wanted to blame Antinous for everything that had happened. Most of it was his fault, the years of torment, mocking him, fighting him. Messing with everything and claiming he was better than Odysseus. Who would deal with that for years and then still talk to the guy? That was insane, it's like a curse to still be able to like him. Liking alone is insane. How could he do that? After all that his mother and father went through. That he went through. Telemachus is starting to believe he's lost his mind. Maybe he is a traitor to his own family.

His thoughts were broken at hands wrapping around his waist and a head resting against his, breathing hot breaths down his neck. For once Telemachus didn't bother to move away from Antinous. The touch was chilling, it brought his hairs on edge, but it was better comfort than his father. Unfortunately. He let his hands move to rest over the others, leaning back into the touch he was given. He hated it. Every second. Every thought of enjoyment. It was tiring fighting his own thoughts about all of this. It was like his head and heart were at war.

“They're looking for you.” Telemachus near whispered to him, it was barely audible.

“I heard.” Antinous grumbled a reply, raising his head. “He knows I'm here.” As least they agreed on that.

“We should get you into hiding—” Telemachus was cut off before he could continue.

“—We need you to start being honest to him.” The ex-suitor sounded more serious than usual. “The more lies you build up, the less he'll trust you. And then you can't be spared for even helping me. Being outcast and exiled should be your biggest worry.”

“What?” Telemachus shifted, turning to face Antinous. The other's hands rested on each side of him, trapping him at the balcony. Thank the gods they're on good terms, he'd be out the window by now otherwise. “I can't be honest? That's so risky. We'd be separated and then…” he trailed off as he gathered what he was saying. He's making it sound like he wants to be with him.

“Honesty is how I won't be taken again, and how you'll keep your family.” Antinous seemed so sure. “You need to be able to take that risk.”

“I don't like this idea.” Telemachus shook his head.

“It's the best chance we have.” We, again.

“I've never been one to gamble…” The prince looked aside, was he really about to do this? “But, for you, I'm willing to lose it all.”

“Heartwarming.” Antinous rolled his eyes, hand raising to rest against his cheek, the same spot as his father touched prior. But it was softer, he felt his heart flutter. “We’re telling your parents everything.”

Telemachus shook his head, retracting from the other's hand. “There's no ‘we’ about this, stop saying that.”

Antinous leaned in closer, he could feel his breath against his face. “Then what is all this, us, Telemachus?”

His name, the question. Telemachus blinked several times and looked to the other. “Us?” He echoed the word as a question in return. He never considered it. He always imagined it was some game that Antinous used to toyed with him. The question was too much to answer at this time. He was worried, confused. A mix of everything.

Seemed Antinous noticed that too. He felt the other's breath against his lips, looking to see the other leaning closer. He didn't move, he was curious. The other took the lack of moving away as permission, tilting his head and leaning in. Their lips touched, Antinous’ hands moved from the sill to Telemachus’ hip, the other from his face to the back of his neck. It was brief, a few seconds of touch that left him longing for more. The ex-suitor was so gentle when not behind bars. Telemachus’ hands rested on the other's eyes, getting lost in the dark irises that glowed crimson in the morning light. Relaxing into the feeling of having him close, in person, real. He could feel his heart racing again as his cheeks flushed with a deep shade of pink.

He had an idea. A really stupid idea.

Everything had happened so fast. Telemachus let his heart talk for once. Without thinking he grabbed both sides of Antinous’ face and pulled him down into a deeper kiss, one that would last. The other gave a surprised muffle but obliged, pressing Telemachus to the windowsill. The prince having no experience in this field made this pretty much first proper kiss a bliss. His mind raced with other ideas but he pushed them down, remember, this is a suitor, a prisoner, he reminded himself.

Antinous pulled from the kiss and wiped his mouth, an amused grin across his face. That was not a good sign. Did he just play right into the trap? “I think that answers the question, prince.”

He had already forgotten the question, whatever started this. All he could think about was the moment, how giddy it made him feel and the shame that followed. Gods does he pray that one day he will move on from all this. That it's just a phase in some twisted dream.

“Are we taking the gamble, then?”

Telemachus thought, looking at the other than around and out the window. Staring at the kingdom his father ruled. “We tell my parents. And preferably as soon as we can.”

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Telemachus felt like he had been pacing for hours, back and forth, around his room. All while Antinous lounged on his bed, eye kept on him each lap. He was stalling the inevitable; telling his parents that Antinous had not run away from prison, but in fact stayed with him for the night. He didn’t even clock that his father probably knew already, despite this morning's conversation. Even though he was bluntly asked where Antinous was, his father told him straight that he knows Telemachus is involved in it all. He was in denial, really. He didn’t want to believe this was real, and the more he avoided the situation, the less real it’ll become. The more he can convince himself this was all one long dream.

“You done thinkin’ yet, little wolf?” Antinous complained, resting his head back against the wall. Finally breaking his stare. “Being stuck in here is almost as bad as being stuck in that cell.” The other exaggerated, rolling his eyes.

“Not yet.” Telemachus shook his head, pausing his pacing. Looking around his room, grabbing a chiton off his floor that had probably been there for days. The maids didn’t clean his room anymore, under his request, a grasp for independence after he felt like he lost control. And now his room is a constant mess that he refuses help with. Telemachus ran his hand over the silk before giving it to the ex-suitor. “Cover your head, I’m not having guards take you away before I get a chance to explain.”

Antinous sat forward and took the chiton. “Won’t they recognise the prison-wear too?”

A valid question. One that Telemachus’ scrambled mind didn’t consider. “You’re not wearing my clothing, if that’s your request.”

Antinous snickered in response, “wasn’t exactly my thought, but I cannot complain.” What other option was there? Stealing? He’s not letting him do that. He took a step back as Antinous stood, draping the cloth over his head and shoulders. Created an oddly ominous shadow over his face. Somehow made him more uncomfortable. He should be used to all this by now, yet he hasn’t processed that Antinous left confinement by jumping out a window and is now standing in front of him. So much has happened so quickly.

“You going to snap out your head and take us on our way?” The other asked, somehow he was placed with his hand on the door now. Telemachus had no idea he moved. He nodded and brushed Antinous aside, opening the door and leaving, making sure he was followed. Walking alongside Antinous so he wouldn’t run off or get led astray.

Telemachus noted the looks he got from maids and guards, trying his best to keep his head high and eyes forward. If he acted suspicious, it would only draw more attention. All this looked bad enough already, he was dragging a prisoner around with no restrictions, only hope that he wasn’t attacked. Which seemed to be working, Antinous kept with his pace, staring at the ground with his hands behind his back. Not that it was hard to keep up, the other was an entire head taller than him. Curse the genes of his father making him shorter than average. The prince sighed as a few whispers broke out as he turned a corner, away from the throne room. He sensed Antinous hesitate, but without question he followed slightly behind.

“Stay here.” Telemachus ordered as he stopped outside a door, he didn’t get a response, only a blank stare. Presumably hiding his voice. Good.

The prince placed his hand on the door and took a breath, pushing it open before slipping in. It was warm, decorated gracefully in blues and purples. The window and balcony let the sun lay inside across the floor and furniture. Upon a seat by her table, sorting through various jewellery, was Penelope. Telemachus cleared his throat, hesitating to speak, but he had to announce himself.

“Mother,” he started, looking aside as she turned to him, “I need your help.” Silence hung in the air after he spoke, it was painful. Deafening. He squeezed his eyes shut as he heard her stand and move over. His face being taken in her hands as she carefully moved his head to look at her. He opened his eyes again to see a soft expression upon her features, an almost pained smile from how she already knew what he was about to ask. What he needed assistance with. Did everyone really know? His mother took him into her embrace, a hug to comfort his woes, and it did work. He felt his stress melt away, forgetting that Antinous was standing right outside the door. Right. Antinous was right outside the door.

“I know what you need help with.” Penelope spoke before he had a chance to. Telemachus broke from the hug and looked to her, holding her hands as she refused to let him stand without some sort of contact. “Your father is on a routine around the city now, he will be back soon and going to the throne room, where I’ll be meeting him. Why don’t we go together, with your…friend…and pray to Lady Athena that he does not murder him on sight.”

Athena. He hasn’t heard from the goddess ever since he fought for some of the suitors' freedoms. Telemachus could only nod in response, he had no words to say. His father knew, his mother knew. Everyone knew he was keeping Antinous in his room. That he had the idea on the ex-suitors location. He couldn’t believe how easy he was to read. “I assume you don’t want to see him?”

Penelope’s smile faltered, it made sense, he harassed her for years about marriage and he’s still alive, and now he’s with her son. This was all practically the queen's worst nightmare. “I cannot avoid him forever, I do not mind.” That wasn't all true, Telemachus knew that. “It’s all for you, my son. I am willing to do anything for your happiness.”

“Thank you, mother.” Telemachus smiled, he was thankful that at least one parent was understanding of him. Though she made it sound like it was more than friend, or less? As much as he understood most of his mother’s intentions with her words, this was harder to read. Nonetheless, he knew for certain she was unsure of all of this. Penelope was an intelligent woman, she never took risks, he admired his mother for that and her bravery, he can only imagine how she struggled to sleep at night knowing Antinous was alive.

His mother pulled away and walked over to the door, opening it to face the ex-suitor. It was hard to ignore the tension as he watched them silently stare at each other before Penelope pushed by and led the way to the throne room, Telemachus hurried out, dragging Antinous along. Entering the throne room behind his mother, looking upon the place he would one day be sitting. Decorated with carvings of owls and patterns, a stunning sight that he can’t help but be honoured to witness each day. Yet today is not his day, not anytime soon, even he knows he’s too unknowable to be a king. And by the fact his father was sitting on the throne he tended to avoid, staring not at him, but behind him. A gaze sharp enough to slice through the walls of Troy. This isn’t going to go easy. Odysseus risked his life, fought a god, changed how he saw the world just to make it home. And now one of those past threats is free. Standing before him. Before Telemachus could even ask Antinous to remove the hood, he had already done so. And he was looking as smug as he could. Really not helping his own case.

Penelope moved forward and rested a hand on her husband’s shoulder. Whispering to him, words he couldn’t make out. The prince's stomach was turning, he couldn’t bear considering everything that was going through his parents’ minds. It was causing anxiety to the point of illness. But he kept his eyes on the king, arms at his side with his chest out. He was going to stand his ground this time, he was going to fight for this. He was done with pretending he didn’t know what he was doing. Despite certainly not, not with Antinous, he was not ready to deal with that bump in his road. Confront emotions is far harder than standing up to his father.

Telemachus felt a hand on his shoulder as Antinous brushed past him, getting to his knees and bowing before Odysseus. That…he was not expecting. The ex-suitor always had the false pride to never bow. “King Odysseus,” Antinous spoke, raising his head to look at the throne. The light from the windows behind gave a god-like glow to his parent’s forms. “I wish to apologise for running from the captivity you placed me in. I know you sought me to trust you, as you told me it would all be well after. My greed for freedom blinded me and for that I am truly sorry.”

Bullshit. Even Telemachus could tell that the fancy wording was just a disguise for the fact he was pleading not to be punished.

“Antinous.” Odysseus stood from his throne, stepping down the stairs to the ex-suitors level. Standing before him and staring down. He saw his fathers fist clench, ready to strike if he dared to try. “I appreciate your words, but honesty would be more acceptable.” The king let the moment pause for Antinous to register that he was caught. “Stand. As much as it is nice to see you finally bowing, I would prefer a face-to-face discussion.”

This was going smoothly?

Antinous did as ordered, getting to his feet. It was amusing how far the ex-suitor had to look down to see the king. Telemachus smiled at the sight and covered his mouth, looking away. “You know I mean no ill intentions even past the fancy words?” He asked, only getting an eye roll in return. Which Antinous sighed at. “Whatever. You know what I’m here for.”

There goes the niceties…

“Freedom.” Odysseus paced around the suitor, going behind him. Looking over his shoulder instead of facing him. “What makes you think you deserve it? You’re lucky to be alive. You were told one wrong move and you were done.”

“Deserve? I’ve bowed to you, king. I’ve listened and taken on your demands ever since you locked me down in that room. Isn't that enough for you?” Antinous’ voice was raising, oh no.

“Usually such a crime deserves worse punishment, I was kind enough to let you live, despite being the lead of all the suitors actions.” Odysseus turned around, hands behind his back as he walked forward. “I was considering giving you a chance, but with this attitude maybe putting you back in that cell to rot is the better option.”

Antinous’ brow furrowed, his fist raised to strike but the king caught his hand. In seconds the ex-suitor was twisted and tossed to the ground, landing on his back near Telemachus. The prince stepped back as his father dug heel into Antinous’ stomach, tilting his head at the wince the suitor exhaled.

“This is the guy you wanted to spend time with?” Odysseus stared at Telemachus through his brow, even towards his own son he sounded annoyed. Irked by his own family’s presence. “You risked your status as prince, your pride, our honour. For this?” The king removed his foot and kicked the ex-suitor.

“Father—“

“No. Don’t defend him.” Odysseus sighed, taking a glance to his wife before looking back. “Telemachus, go to your room. If he behaves the next small tasks I put him through he‘ll be set free under restrictions.” Telemachus took another step back and nodded, good… Antinous just had to behave. “However.” Of course there was more. “Within those restrictions will you not be allowed to see him. He’s damaged you enough, you need to move past everything. I don’t know what you’re clinging onto or what he’s told. But you need to stop trusting him. You are dismissed.”

Telemachus’ eyes widened. What? All of that was just for him to be grounded like a child? He wasn’t a toddler! He’s an adult, he shouldn’t be bossed around like this. But he couldn’t go against the king. He bit his tongue and left without a word. Leaving Antinous in his father’s hands as he slammed the throne room’s door behind him. He could feel the anger bubbling inside him, so close to overflowing. Never in his life did he think to go against his own parents. How could he? His father fought for him to live peacefully, his mother stayed brave in the face of one hundred and eight men. Now he’s here, considering ruining everything they built over a man that tortured him for thirteen years! He is not waiting by leaving Antinous like that. When he’s free, if he’s free, after whatever Odysseus puts him through. He will find Antinous. He’s gone too far to turn back.

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It didn’t take long for him to reach his room again, closing the door and shoving a chair in front of it so no one could barge in. He wanted to just lay in bed and scream into a pillow. That would be nice…It did smell of Antinous, since the freak hugged his pillow all morning. Telemachus caught himself on that thought and sighed, he can’t even deny it anymore. He put a hand to his chest and gripped onto his chiton. Of all the people he thought he’d fall for, of all the options he had available and people he cared for. He doesn’t even think Peisistratus would approve of this one.

Telemachus was about to plop onto his bed and curl up for the rest of the day when he spotted something out the corner of his eye. He squinted to his balcony, eyes widening and mouth agape as he saw none other than an owl. Brown feathers, eyes as blue as the sky, larger than average. Staring right into his room at him.

“Lady Athena.” Telemachus stuttered as he spoke, walking over and moving aside the curtain to see her. The owl took a step forward, feathers shifting into armour and silk, ears merging into a helmet and flowing crest. The taller woman brushed a few loose feathers from her cape off her shoulders.

“Young Telemachus.” The goddess spoke, looking down at him. “It’s good to see you.”

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Athena. Goddess Athena was in his room, right now, this very second. Telemachus was more than used to the Wisdom Goddess’ appearance, especially after her assistance with fighting the suitors and building his skills and confidence. Guiding him into being a leader better than his father could — a comment Telemachus usually wouldn't make if he wasn't mad at his father.

Back to the literal and very real goddess in his room.

Telemachus remembers the last time Athena visited well, it hurt severely. The goddess was his mentor, a second parental figure when his father was gone. She practically raised him, he owed his life to the goddess. But the final day, it was as clear in his mind as in the moment itself:

’Finish him.’ Athena demanded, watching over the prince's shoulder as he held a spear to the unconscious suitor's throat.

‘I can't.’ He had replied, backing away and bumping into the divine entity. ‘Can't he live?’ Telemachus looked over his shoulder to meet the goddess’ eyes. He could see the disappointment leak through her helmet, a loud sigh escaping her.

‘You need to kill him. Letting him live will only bring you trouble.’

Telemachus shook his head and glanced back to the suitor before him, then around at the other's that he also kept alive. ‘I'm not killing them.’ That was his final decision. ‘They'll live, send them to dungeons instead.’

The goddess turned away from him, walking towards his father to whisper something. ‘Prince Telemachus,’ she never turned back to look at him as she spoke, ‘I will no longer be assisting you then.’ With that, she left, not waiting for a response. Leaving Telemachus with blood of hundred and four suitors on his hands, and four alive to lock away.

The moment still gnawed at the back of his head at times. Leaving him wondering if he made the right choice, fighting for their lives and abandoning Athena's guidance. His father did tell him it would've been a terrible idea.

Yet here she is, standing tall in her glory, as owl-like as last he saw her. Not that Telemachus thought she'd look different, she's an Immortal god, and it had only been a year since that day. Though her presence only brought worry, it was not a blessing as he often took her visits. Time went slow, not from Athena's quick thought luckily, he couldn't bear her entering his mind and seeing his memories. Telemachus did not want to explain to her everything with Antinous, or his current deep hate for Odysseus for protecting him against the ex-suitor.

“You are staring, Telemachus.” Athena waved her hand in front of his face, pulling him out his thoughts. With a few blinks and stammers, he never actually got any comprehensible words out. The goddess chuckled at his expression and reaction. “I used to be around you all the time, no need to be so stunned.” She made that sound easy.

“My apologies, goddess, I wasn't expecting any visitors.” Telemachus rubbed the back of his neck and eyed his messy room. He kicked a few things aside and made room for Athena to step inside and take a seat if she wished. “What brings you to Ithaca? I was certain I wouldn't see you again.”

The goddess gave a nod and gracefully stepped past the prince, hands kept behind her back as she stood tall. Telemachus could notice her gaze lingering on his bed, as if she could still see the imprint Antinous had left from laying there. Not anything he wanted to admit, in the goddesses presence he was far more ashamed of his actions, at least with his father he has the guts to fight back. Athena? She was his mentor, best friend. He trusted the goddess with everything, and he should’ve trusted her back then with the suitors. But he didn’t, just like his father before with the cyclops. He couldn’t kill a certain suitor – or a few, at that – and now he’s going to face whatever consequences that come. Athena already left him, he quite literally followed each mistake his father made. That thought was looping in his mind. As much as he looked up to the king, right now it only brought disappointment.

“You are distracted.” Telemachus again snapped back to reality and spotted Athena staring at him. “You have nothing to fear.” Fear. Suppose that was one word for it right now. The prince replied with a nod and rubbed the back of his neck, eyes resting aside.

“Why are you here?” Telemachus repeated his question, he didn’t hear her respond. Maybe he was too zoned out for that.

Athena watched for a moment before stepping closer, making no sound in her walk. She removed her helmet, her hair flowing out in the sunset orange that fades into blue. Soft blue eyes still with light despite her hardships laid on him, a gentle smile on her lips. Even through the scars of Zeus that roughened her appearance, she still managed to lighten up for her student. Setting the helmet aside, one of her hands rested on Telemachus’ cheek. Time slowed around them as a blue rested on everything in sight.

Quick Thought.

Minor panic arose as Telemachus pulled away from the goddess, but it was too late. Everything was already complete.

“Here.” Athena summoned the mind's scroll and wound back to just a minute ago, pointing out her reply. “You seemed out of it, but I did say I was here due to your fathers prayer.” Great, his father called upon the goddess to tame his rebelling son instead of doing any work himself. For someone who endured ten years to return home to his family, to build those bonds back up, he really did love avoiding his own child.

“I already know why, you have no need to explain.” Athena continued as she swiped back to Antinous and Odysseus speaking, watching the events play out on the floating papyrus almost frame by frame as the scroll swirled around them. Telemachus expected her to stop there, move on and speak some lecture about how he should listen to his father, how he was only trying to protect him. Which he knew, but didn’t want to believe. That’s why he got along with his mother better, since even though she isn’t fond of Antinous, she is willing to let him try it out nonetheless.

But Athena did not stop. More and more papyrus surrounded them as she skipped through him speaking to Penelope, then back to walking and hiding Antinous under chiton… and then their moment by the window. Of which they’re both guilty of acting upon. Telemachus stuttered over words as he moved forward to attempt to push the memories away, only to fall through the magic and spin around startled. Again moving in front of Athena and waving his arms on each side.

“No need to look this far, right?” Telemachus chuckled, skittish. The smile on his face seeped with anxiety. Athena already told him to kill the ex-suitor! She didn’t need to become aware of the fact they spent time together.

“Telemachus,” the goddess' tone was only disappointment as her eyes rested on the prince. “How long has this been going on for?” She turned and continued looking further and further, resurfacing not only him defending Antinous many times to his father, but the past year of keeping him alive by bringing him food in the dungeons. Moments even had forgotten about. Telemachus shook his head and again tried to hide the papyrus from the other, to no avail as expected.

“Only… a year?” The prince brought his arms into his chest, watching the goddess carefully as she replayed a few scenes before them. She was cold enough that her expression couldn’t be read, leaving him in the dark to guess what she could’ve thought about all of this.

“I suppose this is why you fought to spare him that day.” The slaughter of the suitors, presumably. Athena went to check further but hesitated, looking at the young man before her. There was a hint of remorse in her eyes. “How long have you thought this about him?”

Telemachus paused, looking to the ground as he lightly kicked the floor. “I don’t really know, honestly.” He shook his head, attempting to think to the day his feelings changed. It was all mostly blurry. Was it their fights? Can’t be, the other suitors were involved then. Maybe the attempt to kill him but that is not something he dared to consider. “If I had to guess, I would assume the day father came home. At the challenge my mother provided. He was ruthless towards my father, yes, but I knew in that moment he certainly had no chance to live. I felt responsible for him. I suppose.”

The goddess nodded along, snapping her fingers and letting the papyrus fade, the world returning to its natural colours. And time restoring to how it was meant to work. Or, well, his thoughts returning to normal speed, at least. “And you still would fight for him to this moment?”

The prince took a second before replying. “Yes.” That was his firm choice, a final decision. One that he will not go back on now. That’s what the last day was for, right? Everything he did for Antinous.

The silence was drawn out as the goddess of wisdom weighed her options. She had a certain expression when she was trying to decide the lesser of two evils. Telemachus had seen it before, and now he is seeing it again. He rubbed his arm and took a step back, giving her the space she needed.

“A dog can still learn new tricks,” She started, speaking carefully. “And a pup still needs discipline. Prince, I cannot say this is a good idea. Someone like him is hard to tame, but not impossible. Tread carefully, he is smart himself, do not underestimate him. He would use you to get free and leave without a second thought. However, if you so wish to pursue him still, I will not stop you.”

“Really?” Athena raised a finger to shush him so she could still speak.

“I will speak to the king and get his opinion on the matter, see if he will change his mind and be open to the idea. It seems your mother is on the fence with it still, I will speak to her also.”

Telemachus waited for her to continue, but she did not. “Thank you, Athena.” He gave her a bow with a smile that could not be wiped from his face. The sparkle in his eye and the mood shift brought a smile from the goddess in return. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“I am always happy to help my student.” Athena rested a hand on the prince’s head and ruffled his hair playfully. “Now, I should go make sure your father hasn’t killed him by now.”

Oh. Right. Antinous is doing Odysseus’ commands right now.

“Athena?” Telemachus spoke up as she turned away.

“Yes?”

“One last question.”

“How can I help?” Athena took her helmet back from its place and looked back to him.

“So, see how you helped father with speaking to Penelope.” Telemachus again kicked the ground as he caught a knowing smile from the other. “Don’t think you could help me out a little?”

“Don’t push your luck now, prince.” Athena laughed. “I am already assisting with keeping him alive, am I not?”

“Right.” The prince nodded. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” With those final words, she put her helmet back on and turned into an owl, flapping off his balcony and into the sky.

Telemachus stared at the exit, running a hand through his hair as he finally registered what all that was about. Athena was helping him. How did that even happen? Whatever. He doesn’t need to consider the details right now, there are greater things at hand. With a shake of his head, he spin around and fixed his chiton and sandals. Mind racing as he nearly stumbled over his own feet to get to his door, swiftly leaving his room. He had no idea where he was going, but it was somewhere, to do something. And that was enough to contain his joy.

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Telemachus bounded down the palace halls, apologising to anyone he bumped into and waving off guards. He looked panicked and out of breath, but not for the reason he's in danger. Other things. Like Antinous.

Suppose that was also danger…

Not the point!

The prince skidded down halls, almost tripping around corners and slamming into walls as he searched every inch of the palace. Surely his father wouldn't take Antinous far, right? His eyes darted around, not in the dining hall, not near his parents chambers, not at the balcony looking over the city either… where could they be? Did his father truly take him outside or back into the dungeons? An option he should've considered sooner, it was Odysseus, the man who would die for his wife's freedom from wretched men trying to take her hand. Telemachus suddenly halted, almost falling forward before he caught himself. Spinning on his heel and darting towards the dungeon's entrance.

Thankfully a familiar face caught his attention before he got there, a few faces away from the exit to the gardens. The prince slowed his sprint and squinted down a hall at someone pacing relentlessly. It took him longer than he'd like to admit to recognise the ex-suitor, but once he did, he changed his direction to rub towards him. If Antinous had heard him coming through whatever he was considering, he did well at ignoring the prince.

“Antinous!” Telemachus nearly shouted, panting as he came to a stop next to the other. All the rubbing was catching up to him now. “You're alone? Are you okay? You look concerned, what happened?” The questions came up empty, Antinous never replied. Just continuing his pacing without a single glance in his direction. Speaking of looking at Antinous, the guy was completely shirtless, and that eyepatch he wore was gone too. Telemachus’ eyes looked over the muscle, seeing it was different to feeling it. He'd get closer but that was pretty unprofessional for the prince, especially in a space where anyone could see them. Gods, what even was he thinking? Stop gawking over muscles, Telemachus, here to speak to him not his chest.

“Telemachus to Antinous, hello up there?” The prince stepped into the other's path and waved a hand in front of his face. Antinous stopped and stared, thankfully not trampling him. “Are you even listening to me?”

“You shouldn't be here.” Sounds like the prison situation all over again. “Leave.”

A command he was not going to listen to. “I thought we went over this already? I've risked everything for you already, who cares what my father says.” He got an eye roll for a response. Odd seeing both eyes commit to the act. Even if one was clouded from his blindness, he heard the story, great Antinous facing a wolf with his bare hands and gaining the scar from that. He never believed it. Might be more inclined to now, though.

“Glad you don't care, prince.” Antinous shoved past him, their shoulders colliding as he was pushed aside like nothing. His tone was colder, too. It was like all the progress they made was slipping away. “Unlike you, I do. ‘Cause it won't be you suffering from another punishment. It'll be me. I get the blame for everything. So run back to your room, little wolf.”

The old insult struck harder than anything else. All the trust between them was lost. “Antinous, please, just speak to me.”

“I'm not telling you anything.” The other snapped back immediately. “Especially since telling you things is what got me here.” What? Antinous didn't just blame his own actions on him, did he?

“I've done nothing but help you here.” Telemachus was getting frustrated. He gave everything to help the other. He didn't give up hope, though. That was the singular thing he clung to through it all. He was stupid to think Antinous had the ability to change. “So don't go blaming me.”

“I'm not blaming you prince, I am stating facts.” No, you're protecting yourself. Telemachus thought.

“Facts? What could you have told me that got you here? Half naked and kissing my fathers feet like a servant, to convince him to free you?” This argument felt pointless, but he was taught to stand up for himself. Antinous can blame himself for that.

“Watch the attitude.” The warning didn't affect him, not like Antinous had the guts to harm him anyway. “I'm in this position because of you. It's not my fault your father's irritating.”

Blame on him, again. “You're in this position because you broke out of your containment.” Telemachus fought back, his brow furrowing as he gave an attempt to stand tall so Antinous didn't look down at him so much. “Don't dare put this on me after what I've done to help.”

He watched Antinous' fist clench as he rolled his eye, turning away from him. “He told me he'd be kinder if I didn't wind up with you.” The other spoke after moments of silence. Returning to the prior pacing, shorter laps to keep near the prince. “Cleaning his floors, tending to his garden, washing his shit. All to ‘test’ my worth to be with you. I know he's just doing it to mock me and treat me as a slave, put me in place under his rule. He knows I won't bow to him easily, ever. Using you as an excuse to put me through it all. So yes, prince, it is your fault.”

“Antinous that—” Antinous shushed him.

“Not finished yet.” A hint for him to shut up. We'll, less of a hint and more a glaringly obvious sign. Antinous paused a little longer before returning to his rant. “Now that irritating goddess of yours is hanging around. Wanted to speak to him about me. I know it's me cause I heard as I was walking away from them. Again mentioning your name after mine. I don't know how oblivious one has to be to not realise you're at the centre of all this. Wouldn't have started at all if you just learned to keep to yourself.”

Telemachus didn't know how to take this, it felt like it was only a few minutes ago it was all peaceful. He expected the sudden switch up to be some form of defence, either for him or for Antinous himself. A way of distancing them instead of actually discussing it and solving the issue that now lay between them. The prince stepped forward, he wanted to tread carefully to not set the other off.

“Antinous,” Telemachus started again, praying to not be interrupted another time. When he wasn’t, he continued on. He wanted a chance to explain, give hope since the other was not taking recent events too greatly. Understandably so, honestly. “I know how untrusting you are of my father and our goddess. I want to assure you it's okay. I…can't defend the king's actions. He's far too protective, and he's pushing you to break you, no doubt for an excuse to get you away from me.” Telemachus paused, keeping level-headed. It wouldn't solve anything if he argued back. He was frustrated, yes, he couldn't be more so. Antinous’ defence to protect himself was blaming others and it fell on him. Since he was the only one trying to help, hanging around him. He raised his eyes to see the other staring at him. Glaring. He could stop his hands from shaking as his mind raced over everything that could go wrong. It's fine, though. It has to be fine. Antinous is changing. “Lady Athena is here to help us, please, give her some respect. I just spoke to her, she said she would—”

Cut off. Again. “You what?”

“I spoke to Lady Athena.” Telemachus repeated. Continuing before he could be interrupted again. “She said she will help us, change my fathers mind and give you freedom. She's like my mother, she's ignoring your past to give you another chance, because I asked her to.”

Antinous took a step towards him, the prince stumbling back and his back pressing against a pillar. His fear certainly didn't help this situation, it's difficult to not be scared. “You spoke to her behind my back?”

“I'm allowed to speak to my goddess.” Telemachus shot back. It was true, he didn't have to tell Antinous everything, plus, not like he could've told him. Athena approached him. The ex-suitor did not like this response. Telemachus felt a hand grasp his throat, fingers digging into his skin as he was lifted from the ground. He squeezed his eyes shut as he gasped for breath, back pressed against the pillar. His chest was tightening, legs kicking at the one holding him. It happened so fast. He couldn't stop it. It was just like before.

“How do I know you're not lying.” Antinous barked, grip tightening. “You and your entire family strive from deceit and I'm expected to stand here and trust you? Now the goddess is involved and spoke to you and the king. This is a one way trip to Hades and you know it. Just admit it, prince, you're not in this to defend me. You're using me, and now it's falling apart. Lock me away again, I dare you.” Antinous dropped him, he gasped for breath and crawled away, leaning on his forearms as tears fell down his face. He could look back, he didn't want to face the anger that was coming. He was expecting to be kicked, punched, anything. Nothing came. His heart was pounding, he could barely breathe. It felt to him before his father came home. Antinous hasn't changed. He resorted to violence so fast. Why did he do any of this? He should've listened to his father…why was he so naive.

Telemachus’ arms were shaking so badly he was struggling to keep himself from collapsing, throat dry as he hacked out a few coughs. He could hear the footsteps approaching behind him. He didn't want to see. He could feel the presence of Antinous come near as he kneeled down next to him. The prince flinched away as a hand landed on his shoulder, pulling away. His eyes met the others for a brief second, he could see the regret spread across his features. Quickly lowering his head again and scooting backwards.

“Telemachus,” Antinous had the gall to speak, “I'm sorry. I didn't—I wasn't thinking. I should've listened.” He was struggling over words, but his actions spoke enough. Trust. They didn't have that, Antinous said it before, and Telemachus just experienced the lack of it.

“Shut up.” Telemachus replied sharply. Wiping the tears from his face, hitting away Antinous’ hand as he attempted to reach out. “You've done enough. Leave me alone.” He choked out the words, it hurt him to say it. He had given a second chance and this is how he was repaid.

He curled his legs under him and shakily got to his feet. Everything hurt. Not just his neck. He never felt this before, it was like his entire body had given up. He moved back as Antinous stood, arms wrapped around himself. He felt so small.

“I'll give you space.” Antinous eyes laid over him before he turned away. Somehow, Telemachus felt bad for how he reacted. Left questioning if he was in the wrong here. He knew he wasn't but it was nagging at him in the back of his head. He could hear others moving around them, distantly. He didn't want to face his father again, not like this. It'll only get Antinous in more trouble.

Telemachus took a final glance to the ex-suitor, he was leaning against the wall staring at the ground. He'd kill to just go over and hug him. He pulled himself away and turned a corner, taking a second to collect himself. Wiping his face and fixing his outfit, his hair was a mess but he couldn't care less. He could hear the faint voices of Antinous and his father speaking, not being able to make out what they were saying. He didn't want to hear, anyway. He silently walked away from the situation, he didn't know where he was going, but he needed air and space. Anywhere around the city worked now.

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The past hours became a blur, mixed in together as he ran and ran. Ran until his legs gave out at the edge of the city, furthest he could be from the palace. He couldn’t recognise where exactly he was, which was enough to tell him he would be alone here. Telemachus blinked the flowing tears away, wiping the marks on his face, attempting to remove the sting. Curled up with his back against a tree, sobbing, he could barely breathe, his chest rising and falling unsteadily as he gave an attempt to collect himself. Fists clenched his arms, marks being left in his skin from the harshness. It felt so claustrophobic, so trapping. The prince sniffed and rubbed at his eyes again, looking out to the sky and waters laid in front of him. A scene he’d admire in comfort if it weren’t for the overwhelming presence that lurked around, surrounding him.

’How do I know you’re not lying?’ Antinous’ voice played rounds in his mind, the phantom pain of the hands wrapped around his throat returned as he pressed his back against the tree. The image of the ex-suitor’s face appeared before him, angered, threatening. The tears he attempted to contain had started in the corner of his eyes again, dropping down his face. The memory flashed between what just occurred and the past, he could clearly see the outline of a smirk on Antinous, faint shouts of the suitors as he was cornered for their entertainment. It was all the same, Antinous was never on his side. Telemachus weakly pushed back against the memories, waving his hand in front of him to wipe it away. Hands reaching for his hair as he held himself, breath staggered as he let choked sobs escape him.

How could he be so stupid.

He rose to his feet, using the tree for support. He felt like he was going to collapse or faint but that was the least of worries. He’ll go as far as his legs will take him, he needed to get as far as possible from what was on his mind. If he ran away, he wouldn’t face the ex-suitor again, or the disappointment from his parents after he fought so hard for this man to be freed. Over nothing. Telemachus left the tree and took shaky steps, continuing up the hill, sniffling. He wasn’t planning to leave for long, just long enough to clear his head. Maybe he could find a boat of sorts and go pay a visit to Pylos again. Peisistratus was always there for him, he understood, he helped. He never hurt him. Just the thought of Antinous brought the images back, shaking them off he made an attempt to continue. He didn’t consider that he would get this far, he has no water or food, and he’s never fended for himself before…

“Prince Telemachus?”

A voice snapped him out of his mind. Through the internal panic and tears he couldn’t make out the voice. Though the sound of another person was…comforting. The prince barely turned around to see the other before he collapsed, being caught in the arms of whoever found him so he didn’t hit the ground. The rough, cool armour against his arms told it enough to be a soldier, maybe a guard sent to look for him. To bring him back. He didn’t want to go back, not yet.

“Prince, what happened to you?” He felt himself guided to the side of the path and helped to sit, resting in the arms of the other to not fall onto his back. “There’s marks on your neck? Were you attacked? And your knees are scraped…not to mention your condition…” Most of the talking went over his head, background noise that was assisting to ground him back to reality. Telemachus raised his head to see who this concerned guard was, squinting through the tears to see the light hair. Tilting his head, they seemed familiar. “Prince? You don’t have to speak if it’s too much, just a nod to show you’re understanding me. Have you had water? Food? How long have you been out here? Here I have my water, you can have this.” The rambling and questions continued, he could barely gather half of what was being said. A flask was shoved into his hands before he could react properly. He hesitated a moment, but it was a guard, he could trust them. He brought the container to his lips and gulped down most of what was left. The water was still cool, refreshing. Helped his state. “Thank the gods you’re reacting, I was almost convi—“

“How did you find me?” Telemachus interrupted, croaking through the tears. Grounding was nice, but continuous talking was making his head hurt worse than the memories. Silence and peace would be nice.

“Oh, right. I saw you run past me in the streets, you looked a mess. I apologise for following without notifying you, I was concerned. Haven’t seen you like this since…” They trailed off. Telemachus wiped his eyes again and tried to blink the blurriness away.

“Since?”

“Since, you know, them.” His eyes came into focus, he could finally see who had found him. A glimpse of them brought everything right back, the suitors, the blood, the fighting. Panic rose and he pushed himself away from them, he felt himself being grabbed again and he attempted to fight back. “Prince, please, you’re not doing well. You can’t take any sudden movements.”

Telemachus kicked at the person. “Let me go!” And he was, at his command. He crawled back and stared, wide eyed. He was not expecting to be let go so soon, so easily. “Did Antinous set you up for this?”

“What? Prince…Antinous is still imprisoned, is he not?” They asked, eyebrow raising. “I prefer to stay away from him, anyway. It’s been nicer without him around.”

Telemachus blinked, perhaps all the guards weren’t told? That seemed unlikely. Maybe this one was left out of the loop? His father must’ve had some purpose, there was always a reason. “Nevermind. Sorry, Amphinomus.” He didn’t know Antinous was free, he didn’t want to know. He couldn’t tell him that.

“You shouldn’t be apologising to me, prince. Not in your condition.” The guard offered out his hand, Telemachus stared at it before shifting away from it. Amphinomus shortly retracted his hand. “As a guard of your palace I am required to take you home, eventually. But if you’re wanting to just sit, we can. I won’t force your hand, you decide.”

Telemachus' eyes wandered over the surroundings. “So you’re not going to leave me alone here?”

There was a moment of silence, he could feel the others gaze rest on him. “If you order me to, I have no choice.” Amphinomus brought his legs up to his chest.

Telemachus sighed, weighing the options. If he continued alone, he’d be left with his thoughts again, stranded in the wild as the sun sinks into the oceans, left in the darkness. With company, it kept him occupied, it was nice, someone would care about him, but eventually he’d have to be taken back to the palace. Would the conversations be worth it?

“You may stay.” He didn’t want to let the other stay. He was as much of a suitor as any of the other survivors that he let escape. Yet, this one was alive due to his father, promoted to a guard after it all. And he trusted his father, despite their disagreements. It was good enough for him. For now.

Amphinomus stayed quiet for a moment, giving a nod as a response. Letting the moment sink in. Telemachus was thankful someone found him and stopped him, he knew if he got too far he wouldn’t be able to get back alone. It was an impulsive choice, one that would panic his family. His mother too, how could he ever do that to her, after all she went through. Losing her son would’ve pushed it too much. The reasoning was returning to him, he was calming down. The cool, salty breeze and the view of the island from the hill assisted. It was all a calming place, now that he could admire it clearly.

Telemachus exhaled and rubbed at the tear streaks on his face, side shuffling to the guard and resting next to him. He felt ashamed turning to yet another ex-suitor to fill a gap within, at least this one wasn’t romantically involved with him. Well, that was if Antinous could even be considered romantic, he was starting to be convinced that he was being used every second he spent thinking on it. The niceties in prison, the feeling that he was the one trapped, the prey, Antinous abusing his kindness. It didn’t feel like that at the time. They talked, sat together, he was held, and even their first kiss was all spent there. It was nice. Yet in the few hours he was freed he turned his back on the prince and attacked him. He was in denial, his heart versus his head, one pulling him to believe, the other bringing reasoning to the table. Through all this he had to consider his mother’s and Athena’s reactions, they accepted it, maybe less now if they found out about the fight. His father was all for that revenge, it was surprising any suitors lived at all.

Telemachus felt a hand on his shoulder, Amphinomus leaned around to look at him. “Prince, are you alright?” Asking despite knowing the answer. The guard reached over and rubbed his thumb under his eyes, drying tears that he didn’t notice welling in his eyes. “You’re shaking too, if you’re cold we can return now?” The prince looked to his hands, clasping them together and placing them on his lap to stop it being so noticeable.

With a sigh he shook his head, “just a little longer.” He had to return to the palace eventually, but he wished to stay out here as long as he could. It was an escape from reality. Almost paradise. He didn’t want it to end so soon. Now that he was thinking about it… “Amphinomus,” he spoke up again, a quiet ‘hm?’ from the other. “What brought you to Ithaca to be a suitor? I don’t really know anything about you even after the roughly thirteen years you spent at the palace.” Change of topic, distract him.

The guard paused, thinking. Probably questioning internally why he even bothered to ask now, after all this time. “Well,” he started his reply, “it wasn’t fully my choice. It was my duty to have a shot at the throne, being a prince myself and my father wishing to rule over the island, not just his city.” Amphinomus shrugged, picking up a nearby stick and tracing the ground. “I wanted to get by peacefully, I didn’t think I’d get far, nevermind the hand of the queen. Especially knowing Antinous and Eurymachus for so long, I was nothing compared to them.”

“You knew them both?” The prince tilted his head. “And you’re a prince too? Wouldn’t you be the king of the city now?”

“I did, and I didn’t want to return home. I’ve sort of left the whole being royalty thing behind. Be it shame or disgrace, I don’t know. Don’t wish to go back.” Amphinomus quietly exhaled, almost as if he was reminiscing about the time. Then he continued on about the others. “Ever since we were kids, I was the oldest of us four. I'd be on visits to the kingdom with my father so he could speak to Odysseus before he left for war, then while he was gone it would just be trips to look around. Then I met them there, got along, and visited more. Not much I suppose.”

Telemachus was nodding along, he never knew any of this. “You said four? Who’s the other?”

Amphinomus chuckled. “Might not believe this, but it was Ctesippus.” The other suitor he let free, did he really spare the entire main group without knowing? “I don’t know how we all got along, we’re all so…different. I’m sure you remember how they all acted in the palace.”

“I do remember. Ctesippus was Antinous’ loyal dog, Eurymachus clung to lies, Antinous was brutal. And you were just there. I only ever remember speaking to you once, stopping them from attacking my father during one of their gatherings.” Telemachus shook his head. “I don’t know why I let them live.”

“‘Cause you didn’t want to let go.” Telemachus blinked and looked to the other. It was like the realisation never hit him before. “We were the closest you had to friends, right? Other than your time away from Ithaca. All you had, scared to lose it despite the acts they commited. Antinous trapped you right where he wanted.”

“What?”

“Not to conspire against an old friend, of course. Not that what I say now matters, when he gets out he’ll hunt me until I understand the pain he suffered for my betrayal to him.” Amphinomus sadly chuckled, dropping the stick. “Part of Antinous’ plan was to try to get you attached to the ‘important group’, the ones that followed him closely, wouldn’t turn their backs on him. It worked, since they’re all alive. Two of them even out of prison. I should’ve warned you about this sooner…”

Amphinomus’ voice faded out his heading as his eyes widened. Panic rose within his chest again, heart thudding. It was a plot, a trap, he was being used and only now is he realising, it’s too late. The survivors could be anywhere, plotting anything. And he let them. What kind of prince turns a blind eye on that?! He fell for it so easily, too.

“…I doubt they’ll act on anything,” the guard's voice faded back in. “Antinous may be strong, but if you’re nice enough to him he might lapse back into how he was before.”

“Before? Please, tell me everything.” Amphinomus looked at him surprised, noticing his panic as he reached a hand out to his shoulder again.

“Don’t worry about him, really. He shouldn’t be hard to change.” Amphinomus’ eyes trailed off to the oceans, avoiding the prince. “Before he sort of cared about you. I mean in childhood he was the nicest guy I knew, kind to everyone, playful. He changed slowly, grew distant, I doubt of his own accord. Then the whole feasts situation started up. He’d talk about you, in a positive light. Eurymachus always groaned and told him to shut up cause it sounded like he was praising you. Whenever you denied his offers to drink he genuinely got upset, then complained it was us that scared you off, ‘cause what if we poisoned your wine or something. He just…wanted to spend time with you. Gods, you should’ve been there when you went on your little diplomatic mission, he was stressed out. Started demanding answers from that guy that gave you the boat, he didn’t even notice you were gone, but when he did I swear he never slept. Didn’t last long considering the next meeting was about trying to kill you, but he cared, at one point.”

Well that is a lot to process. Telemachus only stared as the words went in his ear and rattled around his brain. This was all so much. He learned that not only everything was a trap so they’d live, but that Antinous cared. The thought brought butterflies to his stomach, it felt wrong being relieved at something as small as that. It gave him hope, maybe too much hope, but hope nonetheless. There was something there. It made sense why he switched up so quickly after the impulsive reaction, when he was defensive and struggling, the lashing out and sudden twist to help him. The prince rose to his feet, his legs feeling not much better, but with the newfound strength he could run all he wished. Amphinomus raised an eyebrow at him, but smiled. He offered his hand out to the guard to help him stand, the other taking it and pulling him up.

“You have that glint of determination in your eye again.” Amphinomus pointed out. “What idea did you get? Better not get me in trouble with the king.” He laughed, joking.

“I’m going to change Antinous.” Blunt.

“You’re what?” Before the guard could even ask more, Telemachus was already running back down the hill towards the city. “Wait!” He was called after, hurried footsteps following behind him.

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Just as fast as he left, he was right back in the centre of the city. Chest heaving, breath heavy. The world was spinning around him, hands on his knees as he gathered his breath. Amphinomus shortly after stopped behind him, wheezing out some comment on how fast he ran. It went over his head. Telemachus exhaled and straightened himself, looking around the street they were on. He wasn’t processing what was being said to him, he was too zoned into his own world. Only snapping out of it when both his shoulders were grabbed and he was shaken, now facing the guard.

“Are you listening to me? Earth to Telemachus?” Amphinomus blinked a few times and looked into the prince’s eyes, letting go on his shoulders once he showed a sign of understanding the other.

“I’m here, I’m here.” Telemachus replied, looking around again. He knew what he was looking for but had no idea where to find it. Who knew where Antinous would be now.

“Are you going to answer me now, then?”

“You’re not talking me out of this.”

“I know. I don’t want to.” Telemachus stopped his gaze around the street and focused on Amphinomus. “Tell me your plan, I want to help. He’s…my friend too. And I think of everyone, you’re the one that can do it.”

Telemachus was taken aback, this was the first person that supported his idea fully. Not slightly stand-off-ish or totally against him. Not just that, he was believed in. “You’re really not going to try to stop me?” Rhetorically asking, he was grasping the situation still. His mind was scrambled, he wasn’t thinking rationally. It was a stretch to say he was thinking at all. “Well, it won’t be easy, we both know that. First goal is to find wherever he is, speak to him.”

Amphinomus gave a nod in response. “Lead the way, prince.”

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The sun had long set by the time Telemachus had stopped running aimlessly around Ithaca, Amphinomus barely keeping up behind. With barely any changes to catch their breaths, both were wheezing and desperately attempting to regain it. Telemachus didn't want to give up, not yet. He slumped down onto the central fountain edge and held his head in his hands, being reminded of how much his legs ached. The guard accompanied him and kept quiet, deep breathes as he even now kept looking around.

The prince swore he turned Ithaca inside out while looking, all while having to explain the entire situation to Amphinomus so he was caught up. Leaving him to try to justify his actions in keeping Antinous alive and in company. Which drew a few questions he couldn’t really answer, being why he did all this. Suppose he was still trying to figure it out.

Palace was where they went initially, Antinous’ last known location. First checking the gardens with no luck, then the dungeons, his room, spare rooms, dining hall, the practise and training grounds. Nothing. Eventually knocking on his parents door to ask for help, his father could only provide a ’I sent him away’ as a reply, not at all helping as that only opened up the entire kingdom as options. He was escaping his parents' concern as he ran off again to hunt the city. It was dark, hard to see through the dim torchlight that only brought more shadows across the road's surface. Market, docks, alleys. Still nothing. He’d knock on Antinous’ door but he had no clue where he lived. Amphinomus suggested Eurymachus’ house but as expected there was no reply after a few minutes of knocking. The desperation landed them at the fountain now, the centre of the kingdom and main square. Tired and sore, losing hope on finding him. For all he could guess, Antinous could’ve left the main kingdom now that he was free. There was nothing for him here but a chance he’d be thrown away again, why would he stay?

Telemachus kicked a rock and sighed, looking around. He truly did not wish to give up, he already nearly did before Amphinomus found him. Maybe he should’ve left. No. Telemachus, don’t give up, there is hope, had to keep reminding himself that. He inhaled before shortly, slowly breathing out, getting to his feet despite the pain. He felt the guards’ eyes watching him as he paced the ground, hand to his chin. Think, Telemachus, think. There must be some place within Ithaca Antinous would go. Why didn’t he ever listen to him before during the feasts, whenever there was an attempt at a connection. But his stubbornness turned down everything.

“I think,” Telemachus started, pausing his circles to look at Amphinomus. “One more lap around the kingdom, he has to be somewhere. Maybe we should check the grave grounds where the suitors and their families lay? He might be there? And then try to check on Eurymachus again?”

Amphinomus stood with a slight shake and placed his hand on the prince’s shoulder. “You’re talking fast, slow down a little.” He chuckled before nodding in agreement. “Alright, lap around first, end at the graves, come back to see if Eurymachus will answer.” He repeated the idea back to him as confirmation. “We will find him, prince.”

“I know we will. He can't be far.” Telemachus replied, grabbing the others’ wrist and dragging him along as he returned to walking around the roads. “And you don’t have to refer to me formally anymore,” he looked back with a smile, “just call me Telemachus. Consider us friends.”

“Telemachus, okay. I can do that prin—Telemachus.” He could see the light in Amphinomus' eye glow as he spoke that. No time to think about it now, figuring out his new friend's reaction can come at a later date. Time to again aimlessly wander streets, ask some civilians, a repeat of last time. He was growing tired, might collapse in an alley before he even got far enough to reach their destination.

Telemachus yawned and approached a late night worker carrying a crate, waving to him to get his attention. He put on a smile and stood tall, hands behind his back, a lesson taught to him by his mother so he looks ‘royal’ enough.

“Prince,” the older man bowed to him. “Late night, isn’t it? What brings you out here? How can I help?” He sounded worried, which was about right, royalty just appeared out of nowhere to speak to him.

“My friend and I were looking for something. Tall, wearing red, a bit of an attitude with a resting glare for an expression.” Telemachus didn’t want to outright say Antinous, that would only bring concern, and word spreads quickly around a smaller kingdom. “Have you seen him?”

The man paused in thought before shaking his head. “Haven’t seen anyone like that around, sorry.” Telemachus sighed and went to look to Amphinomus, who wasn’t there. He blinked before shaking his head.

“It is alright, thank you anyway.” The prince smiled softly and kept the man go, rubbing his head. This was tiring, he wanted to just take a long bath and rest for the night. He ran his hand down his face and groaned, taking a glance around for wherever his friend went. Just as Amphinomus poked his head around the corner and waved him over, motioning for him to stay quiet and pointing where he came from.

He went over with hesitation, raising an eyebrow before turning the corner. Being pulled back around immediately to stand next to Amphinomus. Telemachus, confused, only poked his head around and squinted, since clearly he wasn’t meant to walk there. The guard slowly peeked around just above him and pointed right ahead at two shadows, shaped like maybe could be people? Close together. In the dark alley ahead. He eyed Amphinomus again but as expected he was motioned to shush and keep watching. From this distance there was nothing, it was pointless spying on whatever was going on. So, in full confidence, he tried again and walked down the alley. Silently, keeping to the wall. He heard a whisper of a protest before he was followed down.

The way Amphinomus was acting about this did concern him, so when close enough to hear what was happening, he ducked behind some barrels and let his eyes adjust to the dark. There were in fact two figures, close, too close. The taller had their hands around the others waist, the smaller with their arms around the taller’s neck. It felt wrong intruding on what looked private. But something felt familiar, the taller, the silhouette he could see in the dark, the broad shoulders, definition of muscle, the way their hair was styled…it had to be Antinous. He looked like he was trying to keep distance between him and the other while not being rude by shoving him away. Telemachus only assumed the shorter one was Eurymachus. He was known for clinging to Antinous’ side after all.

The sight was…painful. Like an arrow to his heart, twisting the metal to only pierce more, driving the sting in. He wasn’t even paying attention to whatever they were whispering about, it was as if his world was collapsing, everything was blocked out. All he wanted to do was step in and separate them.

But as he went to move, Amphinomus held him, and instead went out in his place.

“I’ve been looking for you two.” Amphinomus chirped, waving at them. Eurymachus removed himself from Antinous and pushed him away. Antinous sighed and stepped back from them both, stretching his arms.

“How long have you been there?” Eurymachus demanded, brushing off his hands and fixing his hair and clothes. As if he had to even look presentable. “You know you are meant to announce yourself, right? Not sneak up on people.”

“My apologies, Eury, won't do it again.” Amphinomus nodded and rubbed his neck. “Just came to check in…I heard Antinous was freed from around the guards, wanted to talk.”

Eurymachus scoffed and rolled his eyes, turning around.

“Talk?” Antinous almost laughed as he spoke, shaking his head. “After what you did you want to talk?” Amphinomus stepped back and put his hand out, but in seconds Antinous had grabbed him by the chin and pulled him face-to-face. That sickening grin plastered on his face. The same face he saw earlier. Filled with hatred, revenge, furrowed brow and flashing his teeth to appear menacing. It was working, on both him and Amphinomus, it sent a chill down his spine. The more he looked the more he wished to cower and hide. Even though he already was…

“Anti—“ Amphinomus choked out, his body being slammed against the wall, the hand on his chin gripping his throat instead. Leaving only desperate gasps for air. “Please.”

“Should’ve considered this outcome before you waltz over, hm? I don’t take kindly to traitors, Amphinomus.” Antinous grip tightened, tilting his head as he spoke. “And you are just skilled in betrayal, aren't you?” Amphinomus clawed at Antinous’ hands as he attempted any chance to be freed. “And now you’re just one of the guards of the king, your plan succeeded pretty well. We fell, you were praised and respected.” Kicks were flung in Antinous’ direction, targeting his knees. But Antinous didn’t budge. It was terrifying, to say the least. He could barely watch, and he was too frozen to step in.

“Enjoying the view?” Telemachus jumped out his skin at a voice next to him, falling onto his backside. Eyes widened as he finally noticed Eurymachus next to him, laughing. “Hey, Ant, traitor brought a friend.” He called out, stepping over to loom over him.

He heard Amphinomus hit the ground and footsteps approaching. Chokes and coughs in the background as shortly Antinous accompanied Eurymachus. Though his anger flashed to surprise at the sight of him, there were no words from him.

“Got nothing to say now that you’re caught, hm?” Eurymachus continued to tease, arms crossed across his chest with his waist popped out to the side. Telemachus' eyes went from Antinous to Eurymachus, a pit forming in his throat as he couldn’t speak up. “The little wolf is really lost for everything. So what was the plan here? Come on, speak up. What’d you want?”

Telemachus’ brow furrowed and he got to his feet, dusting himself off and he straightened up to try to be taller than the other. Head tilted up to look down at him. “I’m not lost for anything.” He was tired of being teased, just as before, he wanted to stand up for himself. The suitors are not in any power anymore. They should be grateful he kept them alive. “The only plan here was to find and speak to Antinous. So you back off, and move along. I don’t care to entertain you.”

“Entertain us?” Eurymachus cackled and pat Antinous, looking to him for a reaction. When all he was given was a motion to step back, he provided an eye roll and snapped. “Listen here, prince, if you want to speak to him, you speak to us both.” He stepped towards him, hunched, ready to pounce. “You do not order me around. Never have, never will. ‘Cause I don’t respect you, you’ve done nothing to earn such. Spit out your point and leave.”

Every ounce of fear was diminishing the more Eurymachus spoke. His fist clenched as his eyes searched for any kind of lack of seriousness. There was none. This asshole was truly standing up to him. Telemachus looked to Antinous for support here, in response the other looked away. “Exactly, prince, so you will listen to me.” He ordered, pressing a finger against Eurymachus’ chest. “I can and will get you locked back into a cell if you do not start respecting me right. Got it? I don’t need to earn it. I demand it. So you will be leaving. Now.”

“I don’t think so, actually.” Eurymachus shoved him in return. “This is why you never got king, you don’t know how this works. Grow up.”

“I have to grow up?” This was getting intolerable. “With your behaviour right now, you are the childish one. You are talking back and shoving the prince of your kingdom like you have any authority. Just because your family is rich and powerful, doesn’t mean you can stand up to me. This is all proving you should’ve never been free, gods, maybe not even alive. But I don’t even get a thank you.”

Eurymachus rolled his eyes and dramatically sighed. “Fine, prince. Lock me up then, I don’t think you would.” He shrugged, offering his hands out to take. “But yes, prince who is currently threatening me, thank you for your oh-so gracious mercy that I’m so undeserving of.” The sarcasm that laced his tone was irritating.

Antinous by this point had walked away from the situation, though he gained a snarky sigh from Eurymachus when he looked over at him. His attention went back to the disrespectful ex-suitor in front of him. “Just shut up and move out of the way.”

Eurymachus hummed, pausing in elongated thought. “No.”

Telemachus grumbled and tried to move past, but Eurymachus only stepped in his way and pushed him back. He can't even reach Amphinomus with this treatment. “Move.”

“Like I said,” Eurymachus smirked, leaning in. “No.” Finishing with booping his nose.

That was his breaking point. Telemachus slammed his fist into the other’s stomach, shoving him aside. Eurymachus wheezed and hunched over, taking his own steps back as he tried to regain his breath, leaning on the wall. “I warned you to move.” Telemachus spat, flipping off the ex-suitor. Moving forward to where Antinous walked off to. “Antinous…” the other looked over his shoulder “…Can we talk?”

“Tomorrow.” Was all he got a reply before the ex-suitor left. Telemachus’ shoulders slumped and he sighed, he didn’t know what he was expecting. It was the middle of the night, and the both of them did prefer to hide away from problems. Plus, other people were around, he didn’t know how open Antinous was with everything. Presumably he kept to himself.

Telemachus turned to Amphinomus and offered his hand out to help him up. The guard took the offer, getting to his feet. “Sorry.” Amphinomus muttered.

“Not your fault, it’s good.” Telemachus patted his shoulder before turning to Eurymachus. “Run off, hurry up.” The ex-suitor swore under his breath before leaving the way Antinous did. Leaving it quiet.

The prince rubbed his temples and started off back to the palace, silently. Making sure the guard was following him, or at least going home himself. Wherever he lived. Tonight was over, it’s all a tomorrow issue now.

And gods is he not excited for tomorrow.

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The night was restless. For two reasons; one, he had to face Antinous again, and two, he won against Eurymachus. Telemachus preferred to not get his hands dirty, stay out of fights, keep to himself. But after that, he might just start getting involved a little more. Standing up for himself felt good. Better than good. Kept him up thinking about what else he could have stopped if he just threw a punch or two earlier on. It was an ego boost, it was incredible. He was kicking his feet in bed, dreaming about kicking down more of the suitors and winning more battles that he so often backed down from. Of course it was much more difficult in person to fight a group, but this is the dreamworld, he can make up whatever he wants. And he wanted to be that hero.

Regardless, all dreams come to an end, and with the sun shining through his curtains and the faint chirps of the morning birds. It was time to get up. Another day, another set of problems, another emotional rollercoaster. The prince rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and stretched out, yawning. Usually he would jump out with some sense of adventure, be excited for whatever wonder would happen. Yet today his limbs felt tired, he was exhausted. He shoved his face into the pillow to block out the light, curling his legs into him to attempt to sleep again. He wasn’t sure if it was the amount of running he did the day prior or the memories that were holding him down. But either option, he didn’t want to get out of bed.

Yet he had to.

Antinous wanted to meet with him, speak about what he could only assume was what he saw yesterday. What he wasn’t meant to see. Telemachus grumbled and lightly hit his pillow, shoving himself up and out of bed. Sheets flung across messily, pillows scattered. He’ll fix it later. He ruffled his hair and gave a half attempt to style it, slipping out his linen chiton sleepwear into his formal prince-like clothing. Sorting his jewellery, headpiece. The usual, boring morning routine, except it was worse considering he had nothing to look forward to, and he didn’t care to look well-kept for it.

Telemachus exhaled and gave himself mental preparation. Antinous didn’t mention when or where they had to meet, now that he considered it. Perhaps he should’ve asked that, if the other stayed long enough. Could’ve ran after him. Now that he was considering it, flicking through his wardrobe for any other accessory as he thought, perhaps he should check in on Amphinomus, ask if he would join him. He didn’t exactly trust being with Antinous alone, and having someone out of earshot but close enough to watch and step in would be nice. Plus, Amphinomus was a guard, it was his job. Sounded like a plan.

He turned around to leave and spotted the figure standing in his balcony frame, curtain pulled back. He scrambled and opened a drawer to grab the blade he kept in his room near his bed. Pointing it at the person, eyes narrowed.

“How long have you been there?” Would be a lie if he didn’t admit this was terrifying. He’ll have to ask for a proper door to his balcony soon, he preferred it open but this cannot keep happening. Twice is too much.

“Good morning to you too.” He replied, hand tracing the curtain as he stepped into the room. Last time was almost welcoming, this felt like a threat. The way his eyes laid upon him was only that of a predator on the hunt. Making his hairs stand on edge.

“Wasn’t an invitation to enter, Antinous.” Telemachus stepped back, lowering the blade but keeping it tight in his grasp. “Answer the question.”

The ex-suitor raised his hands to show friendliness, obeying the words and stepping back to his prior placement. “Long enough that you don’t want to know.” Antinous shrugged it off, lowering his hands. “Been watching the trees and sun while I waited for you to rise.”

Telemachus couldn’t form the word that he felt. All he knew was that this was weird. “You’ve been watching me sleep?” The prince grimaced and looked away. Not just that…his entire morning routine too. That was weird. Too weird. Ew. He thought he was safe in the comfort of his own room but guess not anymore! “Ever heard of knocking? On the front door?”

Antinous tilted his head before giving a small side nod to the first question. He took that as a yes, which made this all worse. It was different sharing a bed to being watched unknowingly. “I’ve heard of it. Hard to knock on your door when your room is deep within the palace and the guards don’t let me in. Or even near.” Wonder why that could be.

“So instead of asking a guard to fetch me, your next idea is climb a tree and break into my room.” Telemachus sighed and shook his head. “I know you weren’t known for your smarts but this is only proving it for the worse…”

“Hey. I am offended by that.” Antinous laughed, again stepping back into the middle of the room. “I think it was a great idea. Worked last time.”

“Last time you were on the run from the palace guards and my father.” He countered.

“And it worked, didn’t it?” Antinous drew out, rolling his eyes. Placing himself leaning against his bed frame, a few steps away from the prince.

Telemachus huffed, tossing the blade onto his bed. He didn’t want a fight, Antinous seemed unarmed, and he really preferred living without any further bruises. “Get to the point already.” He rocked on his heels, he wanted this over, and fast.

The ex-suitor chuckled, closing the gap between them. “In a hurry, little wolf?” His hand brushed across the mark on the prince’s neck as he spoke, Telemachus flinched away and leaned back. His reaction only caused Antinous to draw him back, hand resting on his waist. “Can’t you spare a moment?” The hand at his neck trailed down and adjusted his outfit so the bruise was covered.

The way he was held brought back the situation with Eurymachus, just as he slightly rested into the comfort of being close to the other. Telemachus pushed Antinous off him and stepped back, turning to the side. “There is no moment to spare,” he answered, keeping his eyes and head away from looking at him. “I have duties to attend to today, I cannot be late.” A small lie, really, he couldn't care less about formal duties, could always complete them another time.

Antinous found all this amusing with another chuckle, stepping back to place himself on the bed. “I don’t see why you care so much.” He sighed and glanced around the room, hands resting at either side of him. “It’s not like it was anything serious. Cute to see you so jealous, though.”

His hand tightened at the teasing, it felt more like mocking. “I’m not jealous.” Telemachus fought back, silencing the other when he attempted to speak. “Do you know how far I went for you? Do you truly understand what I sacrificed and put on the line? I’m starting to think you don’t. What I feel isn’t jealousy, it’s anger. Frustration. The feeling that you just used me to get and run back to your suitor friends so you can be with them instead. I feel like you lied to my face several times, and that my father was right, that I shouldn’t have trusted you. I got my mother to give you a chance, my goddess, my father is even trying.”

“Prince—“

“I am not finished.” Telemachus snapped. “I don’t know what you did to get me to trust you, whether it was natural or manipulative trap I fell into. But after that, I’m leaning towards that trap idea. Since your first idea after knowing what I saw was to break into my room and try to be all affectionate. Try to show you totally care about me. Pull me in and lean close like you did with him. I’m not falling for it. So tell me what you really want here, what you did all this for. ‘Cause you cannot win me over with the occasional amount of love and affection then go behind my back to meet with someone else.” His eyes finally trailed around the room to meet Antinous’, a harsh glare resting on his face. He rarely ever saw the other speechless, never in this type of situation. A few times in prison at most, back in the early days.

Antinous shifted before getting to his feet, Telemachus eyed the bed for the blade but the weapon was still there, just moved further to the side Antinous was sitting at. At least he didn’t attempt to take it so obviously. “Prince,” he started a response, hesitating before taking Telemachus’ hand into his own, thumb grazing over his knuckles. He didn’t pull away, he wanted to give him another chance. There was always another chance. “What I did I cannot defend, I hadn’t seen him in so long and acted irrationally. Without thinking, when I bumped into him on the street. I was just going to speak but…well, you know how it ended.” Antinous couldn’t look him in the eyes. “I didn’t use you, I don’t want to use you. My actions are awful, I know. I don’t know what I want to do, or how to fix anything.” He stuttered, pausing, struggling with his words. “It won’t happen again.”

Telemachus pulled his hand away and nodded. Not once did he even apologise, they felt like empty words used to just keep him peaceful. “I’m not participating in this dance with you.” He kept his tone cold, stepping back towards the door. “If that is you finished, you may jump off the balcony and leave me alone. I need time to think.”

“What?” Antinous stepped forward, voice raising. “That’s all you have to say about this? Really? I tell you the truth and you can just push me away?”

“You didn’t say anything at all, nevermind something meaningful, Antinous, I don’t trust you. I don’t know how you’re blind to that, but maybe work on being genuine in your apology next time and I’ll consider it more.” The prince argued. “I was told there was a chance for you to change and be better, to return to the nice person you used to be. I am not going to give up on you over something like this. So until you prove to me that there is no way you can make a difference, I am not letting you go and I am not giving up on you. All I ask is a little time.” He motioned to his balcony. “Now please leave. I have duties to attend to.”

Antinous scoffed and rolled his eyes, his attitude being as sour as it was before. Only proving his assumption right; Antinous hasn’t understood the point of changing yet. It was all some tactic. But like he said aloud, he will not give up. The ex-suitor had no further words and begrudgingly left the room, hopping over the balcony to the tree he climbed. Going out of sight. He sighed in relief that it was finally over. It was only morning and he already felt drained of all his energy.

Telemachus sighed to himself and adjusted his clothing again to cover his neck. If Antinous was right about anything, he should cover the mark left on him. It would only bring his parents worry, and he didn’t stick around long enough the night before to let it be seen. He took the blade and placed it back into its drawer, taking a final glance at the balcony before exiting his room. He missed dinner the day before from his near running away and then the search after, he shouldn’t miss another meal.

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Telemachus composed himself as he walked the halls down to the dining room. Smiling and greeting the various maids and guards he passed by, some giving him a concerned look but he brushed it off. It wasn’t like every ounce of information about his life isn't spread around through staff gossip. It was something he had come to accept.

He entered the room and bowed to his parents who were already there, taking his seat across from his mother. The usual arrangements minus the fact there was more food laid out than usual.

“I asked the maids to request more food, I assumed you were hungry after last night.” His mother spoke up, motioning to the several plates that were out. Variety of fruits, meats, and breads. It looked more like a royal feast than a simple breakfast, not that he complained, he was starving. “How did it go? Your father informed me of your search right after.”

Telemachus was already diving into his food, he coughed at question before swallowing and speaking. “Mh, yeah. Found Antinous, talked to him. Nothing too special honestly. He eventually left to go sleep or whatever. Didn’t get to speak about what I wanted, actually, both of us were too tired by the time I found him…” He didn’t feel too bad lying to his parents, they didn’t need to know every detail about the event.

“At least you both talked about something rather than nothing.” Penelope gave a positive smile, reaching over the table to fix up his hair with no questions. Nodding as she tucked into her food. Telemachus eyed the quiet Odysseus, then back at his mother, then his meal. It was quiet for the rest of breakfast, a nice change from the chaos.

Eventually as the meal ended, maids came and took away dishes to the kitchen. One maid dipped her head and avoided looking at him the second she spotted him. He paid no attention to her, it wasn’t exactly uncommon for the maids to avoid him directly. His reputation wasn’t the greatest with all that happened after the demise of the suitors.

Telemachus was about to stand and dismiss himself when Odysseus said his first words of the entire meal; “Son,” he motioned to Telemachus to stay seated, of which he did so. “Can I ask of you a favour, if you are alright with it and free?”

“Of course, dad.” The prince replied. He had nothing to do other than basic duties, avoiding Antinous being on that list. In fact avoiding a lot of people. “What can I help with?”

“Do not worry about your duties today.” He continued on, sighing deeply. “There’s been an issue at the docks already, with the trades and goods. I am pretty occupied today with other business, may I ask that you tend to it?”

Telemachus' eyes almost lit up at the offer. He was being given proper work now. “Yes! Yes. I can do that. Of course. I’ll do that right now.” He rambled and hurriedly stood up, thanking some maids and waving his parents off as he went out. He could hear some laughs from them both as the door closed. But that didn’t matter. This day got so much better, he was doing a real job for once. That was all he needed. He was finally being trusted with duties that only his father ever completed! He can't wait. If he didn’t have to look proper, he’d have ran there.

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It was late morning by the time Telemachus reached down to the docks, the sun high and the sky clear. The warmth against his skin was a nice feeling, distracted him from his life, and overall made it seem lighter and happier. The breeze was cool enough to give a slight chill to stop overheating in the beaming sun. A welcome change of mood from his current life, and he was thankful to Helios for it. Along with the other gods. He stretched his arms as he strolled the paths around crates and busy sailors and guards, whatever merchants were around. Dismissing what was attempting to be sold to him. He eyed the waters, the light reflecting off the surface, almost blinding him. A smile plastered on his face he turned his gaze to the several ships docked, taking note of the sails and possible kingdoms that may be passing through. Most travellers only had white or grey cloths up, the occasional lighter tints of reds or purples…but only one caught his eye. The far end of the dock rested a larger ship, green sails, very familiar from a prior journey. The only trip he ever went on, to Pylos. But what would Pylos want with Ithaca? As far as he knew, Odysseus and Nestor were only war associates. Nonetheless, that isn't his concern, perhaps it's his father's other business.

Telemachus sighed, placing his hands on his hips as he looked around. There didn't seem to be trouble with any of the trades. He wasn't ever one for talking, but if he was tasked with this, suppose he had no choice. The prince took a breath and rubbed his arm, wandering and asking the same repeated “is everything okay here?” question to every merchant he can. Always gathering the similar responses:

“No issues here, prince.”

“All good, thanks though!”

Or even “no disputes around, are you okay?”

It was driving him mad, he felt like he was going insane here. He was sent to break up a false report. He was starting to believe there wasn't one at all, perhaps his father didn't want him cooped up in his room all day, or was separating him from the possibility of bumping into Antinous. Which, at this point, he didn't mind. The walk over helped clear his head, the task took his mind off issues. He couldn't even be upset by the situation.

The prince groaned, slumping to sit on a short wall with his head in his hands. The heat was finally getting to him, wiping the sweat off his forehead. He hated labour, he hated work, he hated—

“Wandering around like a headless chicken, are you?” The voice finished his thoughts for him. He felt the person sit next to him but didn't dare move. They stayed silent after the comment, the lingering silence had him think. That voice…he knew that voice. He could recognise it in any crowd.

“Never thought you were the type to talk to people,” they continued, chuckling. “Usually I had to do it all for you. Really grown the past year, yeah?” Telemachus looked up at the person, the honey-toned tanned skin, emerald eyes, the auburn hair kept in a tidy low ponytail decorated with a golden band.

Peisistratus.

Of all the people he wished to talk to him right now, this was the best option. He was thankful his closest — and basically only — friend was here. But Telemachus couldn't form a full reaction to seeing him. It was confusing, emotionally. He'd say conflicting described it better. Through his time in Pylos and Sparta, Peisistratus was everything. Dare he even go as far to say his first crush, despite not fully grasping the concept at the time. Now with his issues with Antinous, it struck his heart. Twisting like a knife, digging the pain through him. The memory, the feelings, they came flooding back at the sight of his friend. It was a reaction he could push back for the time being, he didn’t want to feel right now. It was hard enough…being betrayed.

“I still am not.” Telemachus responded, finally regaining his voice. “I’m only here because my father sent me, and I’m starting to believe he gave me this task just to get me outside the palace.”

“Always told to be a sly fella.” The other chuckled in return. “I’d assume the trick more than a real duty, considering what I was told…”

“My father spoke to you?” Telemachus butted in once Peisistratus trailed off, eyes widened a little. This was never mentioned in their letters they sent to keep contact. Was this all hidden from him? He’s starting to get tired of being lied to or kept out of business.

“Not to me, don’t worry.” The prince of Pylos patted his shoulder, the smile on his face widening at the sight of Telemachus’ reaction. “He got in contact with my father, then he told me that I was free to visit anytime I wanted, and that I was personally invited to Ithaca to escape the ‘horrors of Nestor’s voice’ back home.” He laughed. “That was a few days ago, and now I’m here. Wanted it to be a surprise so I didn’t warn you in advance. Think King Odysseus got a hint that I arrived and wanted to send you down to me.”

Telemachus blinked a few times and nodded. Few days ago was when everything kicked off, he was caught visiting Antinous. Not that he hid it very well. He sighed and looked away, back to the waters. “Thank you for visiting,” his voice quietened, eyes going down to look at the ground. “It’s not been so great recently. You have good intuition, you probably already guessed that, though.”

He felt an arm over his shoulders, pulling him in. He didn’t reject the embrace, it was comforting for the ‘light of his life’ to be around. As corny as calling Peisistratus that is. “Right to the negativity, you really aren’t all different.” The other joked. “Your last letter to me was about this Antinous guy in the dungeons, and how you were starting to like him. Which was a long while ago now. You never replied to me after that. I think I know what went wrong without you even mentioning it.” Telemachus sighed and provided a nod. “So, let me guess, in the most general way. You got too close, and he used it?” Telemachus nodded again. “Right. You did tell me he wasn’t good, about his torture and how you wanted him dead so badly. Did a complete switch up a few weeks ago. If you read my letter I did warn you about trusting someone like that. Is that why you didn’t reply? Got tired of everyone telling you that?”

“…Gods, you really know me too well. And we’ve been friends for two years at this point.” Telemachus looked aside, away from Peisistratus.

“You’re very readable after a while, and I have a talent for that.” The other prince patted his shoulder again and let go, standing up. “Why don’t you show me around Ithaca, my first time here after all. And you drop all your woes on me about this situation as we go, think of me as your new therapist.” He offered his hand out.

Telemachus glanced back, couldn’t help but smile as he looked in his friends eyes. Taking his hand to stand. “Doesn’t sound like the worst idea, actually. Thank you new royal therapist.” He joked back, leading the way. “I know some good places, and we can stop by the market, have some new fruits in that I’ve been meaning to try…then maybe the balcony area to look across the ocean?”

“Sounds like a plan to me, Telemachus.” He replied, following the Ithacan prince.

The next few hours were spent walking around Ithaca, the two catching up on recent mundane tasks, and the prior events that never spoke about in the letters. Going between showing off the palace, the gardens and the market. Stopping by to grab some food. It was past midday by the time the pair stopped chatting and took a break by the balcony that oversees the water. The mood was high, Telemachus was feeling far better simply being around the other prince. Any worry slipped away out of his mind, the world and problems didn't matter, his best friend was here. He took a bite of the bread they grabbed, only bread, he wasn't sure why but it felt like the right food to snack on. Usually he would prefer grapes…perhaps he should've gotten them instead. Whatever, Peisistratus seemed happy about the choice, that's what mattered. His eyes glowing in the sunlight, smile still on his face, not moving for a second their entire tour. Relieving to be around someone so peaceful.

Telemachus took a breath as he admired the ocean ahead of them, letting his shoulders relax as he rested against the wall, head on his hands. A moment to take in the surroundings, calm down. Have fun. Forget about Antinous. Suppose now that he has thought about him, he truly can't forget.

“Him again?” Peisistratus spoke up, must've seen his expression shift. He couldn't help it, he was frowning at the thought of him again. “You know after everything you've told me about him, he doesn't seem like the good person to fall for…”

“I know.” Telemachus mumbled back, echoing it again. “I know.”

“There's more to this than what you've let on. I don't see you as the type of guy to like the guy that tried to get with your mother for power for just ‘love’?”

“Of course there’s more, I wouldn’t betray my mother by loving her suitor for nothing…” Telemachus traced circles into the stone balcony. “It’s just better to not understand, you can reality check me into stopping this. Because I shouldn’t feel this for the guy who bullied me. I should hate him. Hate everything about him.”

He felt Peisistratus’ gaze shift onto him, lingering. “Forcing yourself out of this won’t work, nor will it help. Telemachus, you know me, there’s logic for everything. Reason for every reaction. There has to be some—“

“We used to be best friends.”

The silence that followed that statement was near deafening. Telemachus kept his eyes locked onto the wall, put in his throat, frozen in place. He didn’t want to see the other’s reaction. He finally let himself breathe before continuing.

“That is all. We were best friends years ago. But it’s different now.”

The air felt thinner, his heart was beating. It was uncomfortable in the heat, it had only gotten warmer since this morning. He could feel every bead of sweat that formed, his mouth dryer. Telemachus didn’t understand why he was on edge with this, Peisistratus wouldn’t judge him for it, he never did, that’s why they got so close. He could open up about anything, and without question, there was advice. Always complex and deep, way too based in logic rather than emotion sometimes. But it was helpful, and made him think it through. Like the rock for his foundation. They went hand-in-hand.

“Hope.” The calculated and thoughtful comment expected from the other. Summed up his entire mindset in one simple word. “You’re holding onto a past version, aren't you?”

Telemachus provided a nod, burying his head in his hands. “That final letter…I saw a difference in him. In the cell. The way he looked at me when I visited. Call it manipulation, but it looked genuine. Almost like he was crying to me for help. And I was the one that put him in there. I hurt him, I tortured him…and he just…looked at me like that. It was a sight he saw before. It brought back so much.” He raised his head, looking at Peisistratus in the eyes. “The best friend I knew is still in there, I know it.”

Peisistratus gave a nod. “Well, this might not be what you want to hear. Or do, considering I was meant to ‘knock sense into you’, and you’re fighting your own thoughts. Never seen you more conflictive.” He chuckled before returning back to his seriousness. “In my opinion, years have gone by now, you’re both grown and different. He’s old enough to be firm in who he is now, this old version you keep thinking about might be gone for good. People can still change, it’s true, but it is a smaller chance. His morals are set in stone now, that might just be how you accept him.” He paused to take a breath. “You’re you, Telemachus, you take risks. I know my concerns won’t change your mind, I doubt anyone's worries would. You’re as stubborn as they come.”

Telemachus groaned and hid his head again, running his fingers into his hair and holding them there. “I hate it when you make sense. Which sucks because you’re always right. But at least you’re honest about it, like my father at the start. I’m just so tired of everyone lying to me.” Peisistratus' eyebrow raised, staying silent for him to continue. “Like I told you, my mother ‘supports’ this, and Athena too. Why would they support it?”

“Wouldn’t they do it for you?” The other returned.

“For me, maybe. But Athena abandoned me over keeping some suitors alive, and now she’s suddenly back and trying to convince my father to let me help Antinous. And my mother? Antinous tried to get with her for power and king, she hated him as much as I do, she was upset about the whole alive thing too. I don’t get it. They’ve both suddenly switched up. At least my father didn’t support it, and far as I’m aware he still isn’t. He sent me here to get me out of the palace, away from Antinous. Or I guess nearer him? Since he’s out? But sent me to you, so away. I don't know!”

“You’re going to get grey hairs if you keep acting like this and distrusting everyone.” Peisistratus joked, adding, “and overthinking.”

Telemachus raised his chin to rest on his arms, looking out at the sea. He wanted his eyes anywhere but at his friend. “Why can’t anything be easy…”

. . .

“Has anything ever been easy?” He felt a presence on his other side, his gaze stiffened at the voice. Silence filled the moment before Telemachus slowly shuffled towards his friend, away from the moment-ruiner. His head turned to meet the piercing gaze of none other than Eurymachus.

“Are you free, prince?” A sly smile crossed the ex-suitors face, a façade of kindness. “We need to talk.”

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“Are you free, prince?” A sly smile crossed the ex-suitors face, a façade of kindness. “We need to talk.”

Just when Telemachus thought he'd get any sort of peace, Eurymachus had to show up. He nearly had his back pressed against Peisistratus, this was the order suitor that purposely tried to ruin his life. He'd kill to see that smug face behind bars again, with his record he probably could too. Known to lie, probably lied himself into being free. Whatever, focus on the moment.

He raised his head and stood tall, trying to meet the other face to face. “I am, in fact. Don't know if you noticed but we have a guest here that I'm showing around.” He couldn't hide the irritation from his voice.

Eurymachus let out an exaggerated sigh and rolled his eyes. “It'll be quick, and you can get right back to your little date.”

Telemachus’ face heated up as he looked away. The nuisance always knew how to get under his skin. He took a breath as he felt his friend'shand pat his shoulder. “Fine. You have a few minutes.” He begrudgingly agreed, giving an eye to Peisistratus as a sign to ’keep watch’. He didn't trust Eurymachus.

The ex-suitor grabbed his wrist seconds after the final word was spoken, pulling him away from the balcony and down the street. As expected of supposedly shady business, he was dragged into an alleyway. Dark, quiet, alone. Exactly where he didn't want to be placed and cornered. Telemachus pulled his wrist away and looked around for any others that could jump out, hiding places, anything. It was far too unsettling. Yet he could see nothing.

He looked back to Eurymachus, who was staring at him, waiting for him to be done. He gave a dramatic shrug at the prince, looking around himself. “All alone, prince. I'm not one to get my hands dirty, you know that.”

“Exactly why you lure me into a dark alley and get other people to attack me instead.” Telemachus responded, shrugging back. Eurymachus gave an unamused face and yet another eye roll, leaning against a wall. “You react like I'm wrong with my caution.”

“You're not, I get it. But this time? We are alone.” He motioned towards the direction they came from. “Your friend won't be bothering us either, I noticed your signal. And in that direction, you can leave anytime if you feel unsafe. More than you currently do.”

Telemachus let his eyes wander to the exit. He made it sound like someone was stopping Peisistratus from following them. Which wouldn't surprise him. “Right…” his voice trailed off, looking back and crossing his arms across his chest. “Get on with it, then. Like I said, a few minutes.”

Eurymachus nodded, pushing off the wall and walking up to the prince. Hands behind his hand as he shot a glare directly into Telemachus’ eyes. “Antinous.” His mood shifted, he should've expected Eurymachus wanted to speak about him. “He talked about you a lot, the past while he's been out of prison. Every single conversation has somehow led back to you. It's tiring on my end, but you make him happy, and I'm not letting his mood be fucked up by a bratty prince.” Eurymachus pressed a finger to Telemachus’ chest. “You mess him up, ruin him, do anything that hurts him and brings him down. I'm not letting you live long enough to be the next king. Got it?” He let silence hang before making his final statement. “That is all I have to say.”

Telemachus let Eurymachus say his entire part, face twisting between surprise at the statements, and confusion. Anger once at the audacity the other has to threaten him, too. He scanned the ex-suitors face, pushing away his hand. “And I'm the one that's going to ruin him?” He asked, tilting his head. “Everything so far has been his own actions, I have helped him. I'm the reason he's even allowed to walk around free right now. I have fought weeks against my father for this.”

“I'll stop you right there,” Eurymachus interrupted. “You are the one that will be his downfall. You already are what's destroyed him. Your actions sent him to that isolated dungeon, your hands were what tortured and scared him, and your words are what brought him down and changed him.”

Telemachus squinted and blinked a few times, rubbing the back of his head. He understood Eurymachus’ perspective, sort of at least, he was upset he was ‘losing’ his friend to someone who had hurt him for the past year. But he also helped Antinous, fought for him, and that part the other wasn’t listening to. Irritating, sure, but what else did he expect from none other than the suitor of assholes and master story weaver.

“I will admit my actions before weren’t good, they weren’t within reason. I was blinded by the anger of what you all did in my house and words said towards me and my mother. I acted upon my feelings because for once in my life I had control.” He didn’t see why he was defending his actions to the ex-suitor. Yet, here he was, trying to find reason. “It was extreme what I did, but when I calmed down from the moment, after months of recovering from the damage done, that’s when you and Ctesippus were released. And although I was already fighting for Antinous by then, I started helping him more.”

Eurymachus huffed and shook his head. His eyes were dark, he could barely look Telemachus in the eye from the amount of emotion that overcame him. “Blinded by anger. Extreme. Calmed down from the moment. Prince, you assisted in murdering the suitors, the maids that got involved with us, the workers that simply treated us because it was their jobs…you tortured and humiliated everyone.” Eurymachus’ voice started getting shaky, raw feelings he’s never seen before. “You killed my father and uncle in front of me, led to the disappearance of my mother, as far as I know my girlfriend was hanged with the rest of them and I never even got to say goodbye. My closest friend amongst the workers was tortured and made fun of by your supporters and even you. You come here and have the audacity to call it extreme and be remorseful. I’ve lost everything, everyone I’ve ever cared about. At least you got your father back, at least your mother was happy, at least you have a life to live now. I fucked up, sure! But death would’ve been mercy, now I live in this pain with no escape.” There were tears welling up in his eyes, he was choking on words. Staring at Telemachus right in the eyes, to his soul. “And now? Now I’m losing my best friend, the guy I’ve known since childhood, the one person alive that I have left that I trust and care about. And he’s here fawning over you after the treatment you gave him. Taking him away, I’m losing him. I don’t want to lose him too."

Telemachus took a step back from the other as he listened, looking aside before returning his gaze to the former suitor. He never saw it from his perspective, Eurymachus out of them all did suffer the most from it. It even sounded that he wanted death at this, some release from the ongoing torture. He only saw his own pain — and Antinous’ — he never cared for the other suitors and what they suffered. Gods, why does he even care about this? Eurymachus tormented him year after year when his father was gone. Telling him Odysseus was dead, even getting him to think he wasn’t even his father’s son. Then mocking his family and specifically his mother. The suffering now was only what was deserved.

But is it too much to completely take everything away from him?

“Eurymachus,” The prince took a breath, “I know what I say means nothing to you now. But, I’m sorry, for what I’ve put you through. I don’t mean to downplay your grief, I only saw my side of this situation. For that I went too far, I’m sorry—“

“Sorry won’t cut it, prince.” Eurymachus butted in again, bringing him to silence. “It wasn’t just you, it was the king, it was that swineherd, the cowherd. My girlfriend’s family who didn’t approve of us. You’re not saying this genuinely, you feel brief guilt now because I have brought it up to you.” The ex-suitor wiped his eyes, sighing. “Think about your actions, who they affect and how for once. It’ll do you good.” He turned around and waved. “That’s us done here. Don’t speak to me again.”

Telemachus stayed out and silent as the other walked away. Speechless is one way to describe how he is right now. He blinked and shook his head, processing what he just went through. Eurymachus seemed genuine that time, which was a pleasant difference to his usual behaviour. Certainly a conversation that is going to reply in his head over and over at night, keeping him awake. He shouldn’t doubt his actions, but this was Antinous’ best friend here, he cared about Antinous, and hurting Eurymachus hurt him too, right? He groaned and rubbed his face. A release plan for someone he cared about has turned into a nightmare of complicated messes and chaotic emotions. Far too much brain energy, and certainly too much to even start all at once. Thank gods Peisistratus is here now, he has someone to talk it out with.

Peisistratus.

Telemachus snapped out his thoughts and looked around the alleyway, returning where he was dragged from. He was meant to be followed, surely Peisistratus would be close by. At least to watch if he wasn’t allowed to listen. He scanned the street before wandering towards the direction of the balcony again. Where was he? It was barely any time at all there was no way he had gone far. Unless he was taken? Why would someone kidnap a prince though? Unless they’re stupid. Considering it was Eurymachus’ plan, there was a thought process behind it. Or he didn’t plan for that, no one knew Peisistraus was coming except his father… there had to be a sudden change in plan, to distract him.

Luckily, when he reached the overlook of the ocean, Peisistratus was there, not moved from the place where he was left, and with a friend. Antinous. Telemachus prepared himself and quietly walked up to the pair, going to Peisistratus' side rather than Antinous’. It was deathly silent, the ex-suitor was calm, looking out at the water, his friend was occasionally shooting glares at the other. Antinous was never good at first impressions, what has he done this time?

“Welcome back.” Peisistratus whispered to him before he had a chance to ask any questions himself. “This guy won’t say his name, claims to know you. Talked about how that guy and you needed privacy, so the right things were said.” He shrugged.

“Thanks…” Telemachus responded, eyeing Antinous occasionally. “Yeah, I know him. You have a guess already I assume, you’re right about who you’re thinking.”

“Antinous,” the other nodded, “thought as much. Not good at first impressions, is he?”

“You know I can hear you both.” Antinous spoke up, side glancing at them. “Now that your conversation is over, I’ll be off.” He pushed off the balcony.

“Antinous.” Telemachus started, hesitating before talking again. “Have a good evening.”

Antinous stared at him for a split second before nodding. “You too.” He quickly replied before leaving, before any further conversation could take place. Makes sense he’d run away, they didn’t last talk on good terms. He kicked him out of his room and didn’t accept the apology given.

Peisistratus gave him a questioning look, Telamachus shook his head in return, and the other left it there. Letting the moment settle for a minute or two before speaking up. “Well, I heard Ithaca is great for hospitality…” Peisistratus flashed him a mischievous grin. “Just happen to not have a place to stay while I’m here. Don’t happen to have recommendations, do you?”

Telemachus’ neutral expression turned to a small smile as he chuckled at the request. “I do happen to know just the place…Just like back in the day. Only right you get the same treatment.”

“I like the sound of that specific place.” Peisistratus laughed in return, lightly punching his shoulder. Telemachus only playfully rolled his eyes before leaving, making sure Peisistratus was with him.

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After the excitement, or lack thereof, from the interaction with Eurymachus, the rest of the day seemed boring. Telemachus’ mind was buried in the ground, over the one and only that could consume his mind. The more he thought, the more he would overthink, the less he believed this was worth it. The same cycle, over and over and over; hope, doubt, determination. It got tiring, he still hated how he thought this way, how he felt. But what can he do now? He's too far to crawl in the familiar corner and pretend nothing is real.

The afternoon turned to evening, the sun sinking into the waters after another long day. Nature went silent, leaving only the mild breeze to shake the branches as the evening critters sang their songs. Dinner was as amusing as it could be, his father and Peisistratus got into a riveting conversation about sailing and Nestor, along with how the cities are doing. A discussion that could last hours if they got the chance. Telemachus didn't pitch in unless spoken to, he barely ate, picking at the food occasionally and silently sighing. He caught a few worried glaces from his mother but chose to ignore them. The last thing he wanted right now was a ‘relationship talk’ and some comment about how her intuition was right. Shouldn't have trusted Antinous.

But he did, even still does. That won't change.

The meal passed, time felt like it was being drawn out, what was really an hour at most felt more like the entire night. Telemachus luckily scraped by without too many questions, the attention was on his friend since it was his first time in Ithaca. He can't complain, it was nice to not be the centre of attention, or be reminded of how much he still has to learn for his time as king. Oh, how he longed for the future to never come. He can barely talk in court meetings, nevermind to an entire kingdom, and then have them rely on him for everything. Sounded awful.

Eventually he managed to escape to his room with Peisistratus, back in the quiet. Just like his time in Pylos, the two were sharing the bed. It was comforting having a friend with him, but it felt wrong this time around. What was once a warm embrace to help him through a stressful time, was now cold. The situation was different now, still stressed, but his father was home. The arm around him as he curled into his friend only reminded him of when Antinous snuck into his room that one night. Everything had to remind him of that guy, didn't it? It was almost cruel. Just almost. The thought did make him smile.

Telemachus wiggled out the others grasp and replaced himself with a pillow. Yawning and rubbing his eyes, he couldn't sleep, not with so much on his mind. He quietly slipped out of bed to not wake Peisistratus, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness as he tiptoed over to his balcony. Leaning on the banister as he stared out to the moon. Half full, slightly cloudy, warm but the wind was cooling enough. The perfect evening. He tilted his head as he traced the stars, creating patterns from what he could see. The only pattern he could come up with was a weird looking stick-figure dog, reminding him of old Argos. How he missed the old fellow…the new stray Odysseus took in could never fill the empty space left behind. Even if he had the same name, and looked scarily similar. He's still convinced the new dog is Argos’ son, but the dog never got a mate, so it wasn't possible. But he could pretend though. He snorted a laugh at the stupid thought process, leave it to him to come up with a creative backstory for a random animal.

Another yawn reminded Telemachus that it was the middle of the night, and he should try to get some sleep at least. Being exhausted would only bring more concern to his current state. But upon turning around, in no surprise at all, classic fashion at this point, a familiar face was leaning in the doorway. He blankly stared, almost annoyed by the fact Antinous was once again welcoming himself into his room without asking, but should he really be that shocked? It was expected to happen again.

But…then it clicked. Antinous was right here, in front of him. He didn't hear any branches move or even spot him coming up, he was right here at the balcony. Just when he thought the guy couldn't get worse, he did. He was there the entire time. Telemachus had obvious questions that would never get answered. How long was he there? Was he stood on the balcony and he didn't notice? Or did the creep that he is hide in his room for hours waiting for him and didn't come out until he was alone? That last one sounded unfortunately the most plausible for this scenario.

The two stared in silence for minutes, no words needed to be spoken. Well, plenty did, but besides the point. They both knew what needed to be said, neither wanted to start it. Telemachus backed to the banister, leaning against it. Clearing his throat but speaking quietly, Peisistratus was still right there. He was a deep sleeper but no risks could be taken here. He didn't know the two's opinions on each other, Peisistratus avoided the topic all evening.

“If I question how long you've been there, will you actually answer?” Telemachus raised a brow, watching Antinous step forward and lean on the outer wall instead, arms crossed.

“I would, but I don't think you'd like the answer.” Antinous gave that playful smirk.

Telemachus could only sigh. “Go on, then. How long?”

The ex-suitor let out a low chuckle, looking away. “Standing there? A minute or two. Knew you wouldn't be able to sleep. Altogether been around?” He paused, elongating the calculation. “Probably a few hours.”

Telemachus’ jaw dropped, he knew the other was insane, but not this much. “Hours? Were you just sitting in my closet?” He whisper-shouted, leaning forward.

“Pssht, what do you take me for, a stalker?” Antinous laughed, staring at him. Rolling his eyes upon seeing the expression of ‘yes’ upon the prince's face. “No, I was exploring the palace.”

That answer was somehow worse than just sitting in his room. Telemachus motioned a finger to tell Antinous to stop there, letting him process. “You broke into my room again, didn't see me around, and decided to just…explore at your own will? And you weren't caught at all? Antinous you can't just break into the palace and walk around like you used to, you'll be arrested for it again.”

Antinous provided a shrug. “Bold to assume I started here. I walked through the front door this time, leaving a few guards behind though…” Something that was intended to be a joke here, but with his record, completely possible. “You're so serious, prince, relax a little. Wasn't caught, I know the halls and rotations by now. Just got curious if anything has changed since Mr King got home.”

Telemachus ran a hand over his face and exhaled, convinced Antinous was lacking the brain development of a normal adult. “Great, you saw the differences. Don’t do that again, alright? Just because you’re not actively wanted, doesn’t mean that the guards or my parents like you. Nor do the maids. Keep your curiosity as curiosity unless you’re around me, at least. One of us has to be the serious one here so you don’t land yourself in prison.” He’s too young to be a father, why is he the one lecturing the man that’s three years older than him.

Antinous shrugged and moved closer, leaning on the balcony next to him. “You think I don’t know that, prince?” He moved in, brushing hair behind Telemachus’ ear. “By now you should know I like living on the edge of danger.”

Telemachus couldn’t help but cringe at the comment, looking away before he laughed in the other’s face. “Sure you do…” a chuckle slipped from him, a smile crossing his face. “Learned that after our final fight.”

His face was pulled towards Antinous, thumb grazing over his cheek, dangerously close to his lips. Trailing his jaw and leaving his face before he could lean into the touch. The smirk that Antinous showed confirmed the redness he felt across his face. He hated how the other knew exactly how to get his attention. A positive hate.

“You often share the bed with every guy you know?” A stark contrast to distract from the trouble Antinous was in. Telemachus blinked a few times, trying to form any thoughts. Was it weird? He sort of did that before with Peisistratus. All he knew.

“He’s really the only guy I know outside the old suitors, so no? Maybe?” Telemachus shrugged. “We shared in Pylos, I don’t see anything weird with it. Don’t act like you don’t do that too.”

Antinous gave a nod. “Only one guy, and you that one time.” He gave yet another pause, tilting his head. “Off the table for tonight I guess…”

Telemachus blinked a few times, this guy really had to pick today to ask, in the middle of the night. They’ve not even had a chance to sort out whatever tension is between them yet. Running from problems is similar between them, with different outcomes. He hides, Antinous seems to be all the more affectionate. “You’re not jumping in with Peisistratus there.”

The ex-suitor pouted before laughing. “Didn’t want to invade his privacy, that wasn’t the idea.” He could assume that was because of the conversation they had during the day. He was told nothing about it so he really assumed the worst.

“What were you thinking then?” The prince raised an eyebrow.

“Do you trust me enough to show you?”

That wasn’t comforting. Telemachus weighed the option, it meant leaving behind his friend on his own, that wasn’t great. It also meant putting full faith Antinous won’t lead him to a cliff, also not great. Couldn’t say he wasn’t interested though, a mysterious middle of the night adventure? More exciting than his normal night, not like he could sleep either. He sucked it and slightly nodded, relaxing his shoulders. “One second.”

Telemachus moved away from Antinous, quietly entering back into his room. Squinting in the dark as he found his way to his desk and searched for paper and ink. He couldn’t see what he was writing, but made the best guess to leave a note that he hoped said ‘out, back later’. Then shuffled over to grab a himation to put over his nighttime chiton, had to look presentable, then slipped on his sandals. Returning to Antinous who was rather patiently waiting for him.

Without any warning Antinous hopped from the balcony to the nearby tree, then down to the ground. There was no chance he was doing that. He stared down at the other before shaking his head, Antinous dramatically rolled his eyes before climbing back up. Outreaching his hand from the tree and motioning Telemachus to take it. Biting back his worry, and regrets for agreeing, he climbed onto the ledge and reached out to Antinous’ hand. Taking the jump.

He landed in the other's arms easily, his heart still raced from the fear nonetheless. “You’re not surviving where I’m taking you if you’re struggling with this.” Antinous joked, guiding him down the tree and letting him be caught on the ground.

“There’s more of this?” Telemachus got his bearings and tabbed his foot against the ground, frowning. “Don’t make me turn around and go back.”

“I kid, climbing is optional. Until sunrise.” Antinous kept a hold of his hand, pulling him along down the hill towards the town. “Come on, at this pace we’ll miss the good part.”

Telemachus shook his head and hurried along, fully prepared for this to be disappointing. The stroll through the silent, inactive city was oddly comforting. The streets were dark under the faint glow of the moon, it was completely empty. The bustling market filled with people now practically dead, motionless bar the few left clothes tied to posts to form stalls. Each empty, yet the scent of fresh food and perfumes still faintly lingered. It felt like a ghost town, one from stories he heard growing up. All said to scare him, of course it was the suitors and he was gullible, and the teases from childhood friends — unsurprisingly, Antinous and Eurymachus.

Antinous swung their arms as they walked, giving him a smile. It was infectious, Telemachus joined in with a short chuckle. The other pulled him forward, taking both his hands with a spin. Childish but he enjoyed it. They spun again, this time ending with Telemachus being scooped into Antinous arms. He laughed and wrapped his arms around the others' necks. It felt eerie to do this at this time, but it was peaceful getting to spend time alone without any judgement.

They reached the end of the town and kept walking, up another hill. He was placed back on the ground, shoulder to shoulder as they went. Nothing was shared between them but touch and laughs, they didn’t need more than that. Other than an actual conversation about them, but besides the point here. Antinous led him into the trees, a little patch at the top with one large tree, at the base set out a few pillows and blankets.

“You prepared to bring me here all along.” Telemachus eyed the other, removing himself from Antinous’ arm and sitting down on the blankets. Thicker material, comfortable to the touch, no doubt expensive. Couldn’t expect less from an Ithacan nobleman. “Is this your way to apologise?”

“I needed to figure out something.” Antinous rubbed his neck, placing himself beside him. “I know I’m not good with words, I sort of panicked during the last conversation. So, I prepared this instead.”

Telemachus put a hand to Antinous’ face, looking into his eyes. “It’s okay, Antinous. It was a lot for both of us.”

“No, I feel like I should explain.” The other held his hands, for once his expression showed genuineness. “I mess around a lot, make jokes, and don't take anything seriously. I ticked you off, pushed it further, you had a right to be pissed at me.” He took a breath, staring at the ground. “I don’t know what hope you cling onto for me, with everything. Even now you trusted me with this. It’s actually sort of funny, the lengths you go for me. You’ve done so much, I appreciate that. But what you saw…with Eurymachus and I that day, wasn’t what you think. Even though I apologised for what you thought happened, I didn’t want to make you more mad at the time.”

Telemachus listened, nodding along. “So, what did happen then? You said at the time it was true.” He asked, not knowing if he could trust this. All this to rewrite and convince him? The panic was believable, they both had high emotions that night.

“I stayed at his place because I had nowhere to go, he was trying to get all close to me. He’s like that, touchy in the wrong way. We dated in the part, but I’m not interested in that again. It wasn’t exactly healthy between us. I crashed in his lounge instead, despite his insistence. Left as soon as I could to get away before he tried again.”

“And the closeness in the alley? You did go back to him afterwards, too. You both planned to corner me.” Telemachus let his hands slip from the touch.

“He tried to kiss me, I was leaning away prying him off when you saw us.” Antinous looked back up to him, sighing as his shoulders slumped. “And the cornering was because he wished to speak to you, his idea that I went with so he stopped complaining to me. He was so proud to wind you up afterwards, I hope you didn’t really believe him.”

Telemachus gave a nod. “I had a feeling he wasn’t serious, but the guilt stuck. He’s right, he lost almost everything.” He didn’t know how to feel now, everything was being brought up again. Not that he could ignore it forever. He held onto Antinous again and gave him a smile. “Well, it soothes any anxiety, I do forgive it. And I trust you.” A slight lie, but he’s out in the middle of nowhere with this guy, can’t risk anything with him. Especially with his rather aggressive nature.

“Don't just forgive me, let me work to earn the trust. No matter how long it takes.” Antinous stared into his eyes, full seriousness in his gaze. There was no evidence of a lie or any sarcasm. Telemachus again provided a nod.

“Alright.” He said, moving his hands to Antinous’ forearms. “You’ve run through at least ten chances by now, maybe a few more left. No matter how long it takes is perhaps a stretch.”

Antinous laughed and shook his head. “Right, right. Few more…so at least another fifty.” He joked in return.

“Hm, don’t push your luck.” He pressed his finger against Antinous’ nose and flopped down to lay at the tree. Not too comfortable against the ground, but the other was determined to show him something, so he can’t just run off home.

“You know me, I always will.” Antinous lay next to him, arms around him. “Few hours till sunrise I guess, then this will be worth it. Won’t sleep in, here the sun will wake us as it comes up.”

“I don’t know if I will be able to sleep with possible wolves around.”

Antinous chuckled, “don’t worry, I’ll protect you. Fought one, no harm taking down another.” He pressed a kiss to his forehead, resting his head against his. “Get some rest, prince. You need the beauty sleep.”

“Hah, you need it more than me.” Telemachus grinned.

“Hm, nah. I’m perfect as I am.”

“I’m giving you a clean-up makeover one day.”

“Oh no you aren’t, when I’m dead maybe.”

“If you want me, yes I am. Palace rules, Antinous. Have to be clean and presentable. And not smelling like sweat all the time.”

“Hey, I cleaned today…”

“Not well enough.” Telemachus pat Antinous’ face. “Shut up and sleep now.”

“Whatever…” Antinous’ provided an exaggerated skgh and flipped him off, the prince giving a heart in return. “Sleep well, prince.”

“I don't think I will we’re on the ground.” He shrugged.

Antinous chuckled and flipped them around so Telemachus was laying on top. “Personal bed, enjoy yourself.”

Telemachus went beet red and looked aside, shuffling slightly to get comfortable. “Thanks.”

“Night, prince.” Antinous fixed the hair out his face.

“Good night, Ant.”