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Shattered, But the Prettiest Artworks are Often Mosaics by friendlyforrest
Fandoms: EPIC - Jorge Rivera-Herrans (Albums), The Odyssey - Homer
21 Jun 2025
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Telemachus clenches his hands at his side and tries to take deep breaths, suddenly remembering that he does need to breathe. He can still feel them; their grips. He always does. Lingering like ghosts and haunting him like phantoms. He feels them even when he sleeps.
The breaths come as pants, stilted and he’s sure that none of it is going in his lungs. Or perhaps he’s breathing too fast? He can see the way his chest heaves. It’s too fast— or he’s in slow motion… he can’t think. Properly. Or at all. There a hand in his hair, pulling him back and—
Telemachus leaps away from the wall, looking wildly around the room. It felt real. Too real. Everything feels too real now. He thought that the realness would be a comfort. But it isn’t. It’s too much. It’s always too much and there’s laughter that’s real in his ears, hands on his waist, lips against his skin, and a cock in his—
He’s throwing open the door and running through the halls, the voices of the two guards calling out after him. Telemachus doesn’t heed them. His bare feet slap against the tiles as he runs.
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- Part 2 of Brighter Than the Stars Themselves
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16 Aug 2025
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The Strength of Your Bite is Greater Than the Grip of Their Hands by friendlyforrest
Fandoms: EPIC - Jorge Rivera-Herrans (Albums), The Odyssey - Homer
14 Apr 2025
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They come in the dead of night.
It shouldn’t have been as unexpected as it was. The suitors have grown bold in their restlessness over the past few months. Their talks have turned to thinly veiled threats, actions a hand away from harm, and eyes burning with a loathing that would make the dead shiver.
The calm before the storm should have set alarm bells in Telemachus’ mind. In Penelope’s. Or hell, even some of the guards. The way that the suitors, but especially Antinous, seemed to be in high spirits the past month should have alerted them to some sort of plotting. They had held back, suspiciously so, from their usual haunts and taunts, giving Telemachus and Penelope room to breathe for once.
They should have known something was up. But with the past twenty years of waiting, tense and worrisome, the reprieve had been welcomed, not questioned.
They forgone looking the gift horse in the mouth and now it was snapping its rotting teeth at them.
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- Part 1 of Brighter Than the Stars Themselves
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16 Aug 2025