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ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 & 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵
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He wanted her, more than anyone, more than anything. Yet, in this timeline, she was forever out of reach. His eyes lit up when he first saw her, like a beacon of hope piercing through the shroud of his desolate world.
However, his joy was short-lived. His smile faltered as he saw her with someone else, entwined with another man, her laughter ringing out in the air—so unlike the solemn, quiet moments they had shared back in Philos. The sight was a cruel reminder of the unbridgeable chasm between their current realities and the bittersweet past he once knew.
He couldn’t explain the turmoil raging within him; it felt suffocating, more so than the transparent red collar fastened around his neck. His fists clenched involuntarily, knuckles whitening with the force of his suppressed emotion, but after a moment, he released it.
Despite the ache in his heart, he knew he had to protect her from the Wanderers who dared to approach. Resigning himself to the shadows, he accepted his role in the background rather than being the companion by her side he longed to be.
He settled atop the remnants of a once-sturdy structure, where the echoes of his recent confrontation with the Wanderers still lingered in the air. His gaze fell heavily upon the cracked ground below, and he leaned back, propping one leg up to rest his elbow upon his knee, seeking a moment's respite. With a weary sigh, he closed his eyes, hoping to steal a brief reprieve from the ceaseless turmoil of his thoughts.
Minutes passed in a blur until he felt a gentle hand shaking his shoulder, stirring him from his restless reverie. Slowly, he opened his eyes, his gaze meeting the one he had yearned for—the very reason he had dared to journey back through time.
"Hey, are you alright?" Her voice, like a soft melody, stirred memories of their time together in the future timeline, evoking a bittersweet ache within him. "You shouldn't be here. Wanderers have been spotted nearby; it's not safe."
Even in this timeline, her heart remained pure, instinctively caring for strangers.
His face betrayed no hint of the tumult raging within, his expression stoic as ever. Yet beneath that veneer of calm, a torrent of emotions threatened to overwhelm him.
He wanted to say something—no, he wanted to tell her everything. Yet, despite the countless words swirling in his mind, none escaped his lips. His mouth opened slightly as if to speak, but then closed as he wrestled with his thoughts. Finally, he managed a faint, almost vulnerable smile. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath.
‘𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘳𝘦-𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.’
‘𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴.’
·❆ ❆ ❅ • . ❆❆• · . ❅
𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡, 𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝐼 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙.
Hi! Part 3: the truth of my fic: The first night is out
<-Part 2
“Yes, father” he responded from amongst the crowd.
“What happened?, he bluntly shouted.
“Wait, better not ask, as my poisoned words were the ones that began your pain”. He said as he was trying to occult his shedding pearls amidst a façade of well.
“Son; come here, you NEVER, NEVER send me poisoned words” I said calmly
“ As honey never spoils” I said while trying to stay put, and then with my breaking throat: “my love to you will stay as the inmutable stars of the night” Even if you burned all Ithaca, all the lands under Uranus. I said softly; “You will always be my son, my joy, my sun”. I tried to hug him, to tell him everything was as good as ever. Ever
“Then… Why did you evade my question? “. Telemachus' reaction to my promise, to my love, was a question that veiled the sorrows of a fatherless son, of a man whose only memory of me were tales of old, the anger of a naive soul.
“Telemachus, let me..”. I tried to tell him everything but his impetuous anger cut me, again.
“You´re Odysseus the man of many turns,” He reprimanded me while shouting as I lowered my head to the floor
“The cunning master of the Danaoi” He added, I assisted
“Breaker of divine's Troy walls”, He added to the list.
“Telemachus, I wa..” He didn't let me end,
“Oh sorry Odysseus son of Laertes” he said while his tears filled his soft face, his little hairs forming pearls of anguish. “I meant Odysseus,the destroyer of cities”. That cut me down to the core, I saw the floor of before impenetrable Troy filled with the blood and bodies of them all, he´s body, staring stiff to the void, the face of an innocent, the face of Telemachus, I couldn´t saved him there,
“I won't lose you here” I thought.
I was being killed and gutted by the voice of my son, of our son, of our sweet Telemachus.
“Telemachus, please I´m Oddy…” I was stopped again, trying to say “Telemachus, I´m Odysseus, father of Telemachus, you are my most prized soul, my greatest achievement, no lie, no masterful plan, no horse, nothing can compare to the pride I have and will always have being able to call myself your father”
He then stop, he looked towards where I interrogated the poor little girl and with a heart full of hate he shouted: “Odysseus, Slayer of Circe,
“Slayer of..Circe '', I froze, my expression changed to ingenuity.
He saw the change in face and thought it was “liar” what caught me
“Yes liar, isn't that what you are? How can I call myself the son of a beggar and a liar????!!!!!”
Our blood ran cold, all light faded, all the spring air became the underworld, all stopped. He collapsed like the Walls of the doomed city while I was running to him, with pearls so big that only immortals could have.
He berated, he punched me, he tried to get me off.
“Liar, liar” He shouted if Zeus lighting was contained inside him
“…..father” I kissed him while grabbing his soft looks
“….Πα…i'm sorry” he spoke softly as the clouds
“Don´t be” I said as I looked into his watery eyes while our foreheads were touching, we were for the first time son and dad.
After that, he was still defiant but soft as a young kid (goat), I felt how his factions softened but not his lips, there was anger still inside.
“Telemachus”, I said, trying to rock him as I did before I left home.
“all you said was true, I was a liar, so many people had been sent down under my sword” I whispered, he held me closer and tighter while I felt moisture in my cloth.
“But I didn't kill Circe”, I said.
He pushed me out, his anger, his stream of pearls was rekindled, he was more fierce than any storm I faced, he was tougher than any foe I faced, every monster, even I.
“Why must you keep lying to me!” he said while hugging himself
“I don´t lie”, “ she's alive” I said, sincerely as my love to him.
“You let that witch live?” Telemachus shouted again.
“You let the daughter of Helios live to see his father once more” He seemed confused amidst his whines.
“Why would I killed her?, she nurture us to live, she prepared us, she let her home open for us, she is the greatest foe we faced, her dignity and hospitality were an example for all of the civilized” I said convinced and serene in every word; he grew paler with each letter, with each word and his eyes more deep and bottomless than before.
“And the pigs, what about the piGS!!” he clinged to that idea, trying to get me.
“You let your men die?” He put his hand in his heart waiting for my collapse but I was standing up.
“No one died on that island under my watch, only Elaipnor met his fate, for lounging in the roof of her palace and fell asleep a month or two before leaving” then added “the rest perished in Thrinacia”.
“Wait” I could see his confession brimming and humming in his perfect ears.
“then the gray-eyed goddess helped, the sword trick, Circe's curse…It was a lie”.
“What did you say?”. I asked softly and awaited his answer as I awaited the moment of holding him tight forever.
“Friend told me”, he sincerely said.
“Friend” I remember that word “friend” but I did not hold it dear anymore, as the friend he talked about I knew who was.
“She told you sweet stories thinking i was going to be here and one day tell you truth”
“The truth”, “The truth”,he scoffed bitterly
“How many truths are there?” “I only wanted my dad”, “ We only wanted you” he whined as he collapsed again.
“I only wanted you Πα”, Telemachus whispered, hugging my knees.
“I have endured, I stayed strong, I did what I was told”, “but still, your soul wasn't here with us”. he gently spoked as a small creek.
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The first night (rewritten)
Author: Aaron of Ithaca TW: implied s.a, manipulation, ptsd, coercion and power imbalance
I Chant: Last night (Part 1) Part 2 -> What the olive tree saw
On the first night in her cave . With the warmest of voices and the sweetest of tones she said: “Let me love be your soul, let my voice be your voice, let us be together in bliss”.
When I tried to punch, to escape… She took my fist and twirled below it. I saw her eyes ignited, her face became a flame, and before knowing vines, warm and soft vines blossomed around me. I tried to fight but with a wrist movement my legs… they became limp. I fell on the warm scented bed while she, as the gracious nymph that she was, twirled her warm fingers to my chin as she kissed my head. In a moment my moist eyes were dried, my hands embracing her, and my lisps prepared, while I was drowning away in my own tears again. “Let your tears be swept away by my embrace, let your cries become laughs and strength, let your shouts become a kiss and kisses, hugs. Let me be your home my dear and no one separates us no more” she said with glee while I screamed for help.
My hands then encircled her skin, we got as close as possible, how I couldn't move. Then her dewy warm embrace, her blazing embrace while I was drowning away in a prison of ice and rain. I was terrified but then a voice that wasn't mine, not from the heart but the throat, came: “I love you, love”, said him And then blackness rose and for 7 years the norm became. But last night, HORRIBLE NIGHT, I dreaded it, I dreaded our bed, our olive bed, our place! Before reaching it, it came to my mind. “I despise you stars! I despise you moon as the flowers that enveloped me before, cowards!”. I gazed out the window and saw them, the witnesses of my pain. “Your dim light forgets, my cries and hopes for the rosy dawn again, why do you want me to stay in hell?”. I thought while walking towards the bed.
But something was odd, the cold, the breeze among the olive twigs, the scent of rain…, the coarse linen, the translucent veil…I felt secure…but SHE, was there.
I only saw her face in you my Joy and froze as you became her; I wanted to leave as snow melts in the sun.
As you tended me on our bed, your rosy fingers in my chest, the chest….
I felt the same as those years away, while my eyes became pools of tears and pain.
How you stroke my skin in that way, how you played with my hair…and then, you sang as a swallow in spring
“My love” she said
My body became still, my gaze disturbed, the room, the twigs, it was again stone, the warmth, the flush, the vines… Her face… I saw her smile again. ”You´re with me dear, there´s nothing to fear”, Calypso said as a warm dawn, a false dawn. The kiss, the strokes, the talk that wasn't my own, it was all again, the same play. I awaited the dark as normal… But no. I felt water on my eyes, my beard became moist, my mouth didn´t form a smile, NO. Iit was a cry of help and from deep inside it rose: “BUT GODDESS PLEASE, OH GRACIOUS NYMPH, PLEASE NO MORE,!” Then as my heart was being torn apart by her eyes ”PENELOPE MY JOY, I CAN'T I JUST CAN'T!!!!!” “FORGIVE ME DEAR, FORGIVE MY JOY!!!!!!”, I said as I was choking in my tears, in my mind, with my voice.
Then I tasted it, salt, sweet salt again! I felt how the fire extinguished, how a drop of dew hit the lip and everything changed again, I was afraid to see her again, but looking towards her, only a figure in distress was who I met. It was YOU! It was you, my Joy! my Queen, my Penelope.! I saw how you fused with the shadows, how your cloth hung in the cold morning wind. I saw how you ran towards the candle.
The first night (rewritten)
Author: Aaron of Ithaca TW: implied s.a, manipulation, ptsd, coercion and power imbalance
I Chant: Last night (Part 2) <- Part 1 II Chant-> What the olive tree saw
While you were away I saw no stone, only flowers and twigs not vines; it was our bed. As you came I didn't see joy nor lust, I saw FEAR, I saw PAIN, I saw a Flame. Not the moon, not the vines, not the stone in her lair, no, it was cold again unlike there. I only thought about how you rushed towards me, crying, cold, coarse. Then notice how your skin wasn't plump, how your voice broke, how your eyes were filled with tears, how you let them free. “Odysseus, please I'm here, you can count on me!”, you shouted as a ravaging ravine.
And there I was, with you. I saw my hands, my arms, my legs. My voice. But it was me, not him. "In the night? A confused cry rose. "My will is only for the day!" I shouted It perplexed me. "How… Can I speak?" My body was still, unmoving as stone, but not the mouth. "What is this new spell you've placed on me? Why are you tormenting me again? Isn't this what you wanted!" I roared, agonized, terrorized as daggers formed in my eyes. "Don't… don't torture me. Enough with home. . Please; I gasped out wetly. "Let the darkness embrace my broken bones! Let the warmth overtake me!"
I was unable to move but my eyes were fixed in the vine, in the twig, in the olive above me.
Then I felt your pain. It was real, not a ruse.
From the enveloping dark in the corners of my eyes I rose from the dead. I rushed towards you joy, I rushed as the morning rays of Eos.
Then I finally saw you, you were AFRAID not of me but of him, the husk of the man I became there.
I felt how your gentle hands touched my cheeks and cleaned my tears.
And face to face I saw, for the first time: your cries.
I felt how your dim warmth gave way to tears, clouding your pearly lights.
I saw how you didn´t close your eyes as I faced away, guilty of making you suffer.
Realized how I was home. Home
I was home with my streets, my ports, my palace ,