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eurylochus time travel [snippet]

(i am going to add time travel to every fandom i am in, so help me-)

Eurylochus knows this is where it ends.

He knows he will not be returning to Itheca from the moment Odysseus is presented with that choice, from the moment Zeus tells him to choose. His captain, his king, his brother turns slowly—there is already grief in his eyes. He is mourning them, even before he opens his mouth to say the words: “I have to see her again.”

“But we’ll die,” says Eurylochus. He is resigned, more than anything. His anger is muted, and he feels oddly detached from the outraged protests that are cropping up around him. Odysseus has made his decision, and he understands.

Eurylochus’s own words come back to haunt him: You must carry all the blame! 

And he knows that Odysseus’s mind will not be changed.

Eurylochus is still, as the rest of the crew charges forward, weapons raised, fearful and enraged. This was their captain, who had led them to victory in Troy, who had salvaged their crew after the cyclops, who had saved them from Circe, who had sacrificed them at Scylla—and now, he was casting aside the rest of them. Eurylochus is a stone in a river, with the water rushing past, with the crew bumping his shoulders in their haste ahead.

Odysseus’s expression does not change.

He looks past the rest of the men—his men, his men whose lives he had given up for his own—at meets Eurylochus’s gaze. He does not speak a word, but Eurylochus thinks he can hear what he might say: I’m sorry.

Eurylochus does not know what words Odyssus sees in his eyes.

Perhaps it is: I understand.

Or: I hate you. Traitor. Deserter. Murderer.

Or: I love you. My king. My captain. My brother.

In those final moments, Eurylochus hopes it might be: I am sorry as well.

And the clouds converge in a divine, unavoidable, cataclysmic storm.

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Eurylochus thinks he knows what to expect from death.

He and the rest of the crew had ventured into the Underworld. Eurylochus had seen Polites, had seen the faces of all the men they had lost. He would be another face in the ocean of the dead, another soul drifting in the shadowy realm, seeking solace in the company of those who had perished before him.

His afterlife looks like the crew that he had poured his life into. It is a kind sight, one with no starving friends, no tragedies that they had been forced to face. Many of them are familiar, but Eurylochus is first approached by Polites, the smile on his face as sure as the sun shining upon them all past clear skies.

“Will you not join the celebration?” asks Polites. He waves an arm broadly, to the men deep in their cups, before offering him a glass of wine. Polites nudges him until he accepts, amicably making conversation before he wanders off to mingle elsewhere.

What nice illusions death brings, Eurylochus thinks. 

Eurylochus’s sense of peace is disrupted when he glances down at his hazy reflection in his rippling drink. He reaches up to his face, to un-sunken cheeks and tireless eyes, and feels unease creeping up his spine. Eurylochus looks around him, to the unbroken ship he stands upon, to the fleet that is sailing adjacent, to the six hundred men indulging in a joyous victory—they had all been in high spirits after Troy, when the prospect of home was an expectation, not a fitful dream.

Then, his gaze falls upon someone who would not have joined in him the Underworld so soon. Odysseus looks younger, or perhaps it is simply because he is unburdened. He has not been aged by the stresses forced upon him, engaged in a conversation with Polites. Eurylochus had not seen Odysseus so carefree since—oh, he thinks. Since before the cyclops had dealt the blows that had killed their men and their morale.

And Eurylochus realizes: this is not what death is.

Eurylochus curses himself for allowing his mind to be enraptured by the foolish tale it had initially spun. Death is not an isle of happiness; the Underworld had been a grim affair. It had been their men trapped in their last moments—that fear that would never leave them, their soul bared for them to see, in the eternity that they would remain. 

Polites had been optimistic until his end, and in his unending spirit that would linger in those depths they had crossed to reach the prophet. But Polites had not been like this—not in what Eurylochus had just witnessed, had just interacted with. Polites had only been so bright in his memories. 

But this was far more vivid than a memory.

If Eurylochus was not dead…perhaps it was divine intervention. It must be. How could he explain living beyond the storm that had thundered down upon them all? He had died there, yet he was not dead any longer. He was not on the isle of Helios any longer. He was long before then, for reasons unknown. But what being would dare surpass a punishment delivered by the king of gods, the thunder bringer and lightning wielder himself? 

Eurylochus decides that he would rather not find out.

(...aaaand that all i've got for now, but i'll reblog this with an ao3 link when i finish up the full fic :D)

*Siggghhhhhh*

Odysseus:....I miss my wife Euryliochus....i miss her a lot

Odysseus: "Penelope, I'm coming home sweetie!" men open the wind bag Odysseus: "I'M BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN."

✨️ Things I found in the EPIC The Musical: The Wisdom Saga Livestream✨️ Pt.2

Surely, this will end differently this time. (Song: Polyphemus)

Let's elope. (Song: Puppeteer)

Hermes and his drugs. Remember, kids don't do drugs (Song: Wouldn't You Like)

Telemachus is so princess core. (Wisdom Saga)

Imagine the emotional rollercoaster Ctimene, Odysseus' sister and Eurylochus' wife, went through during EPIC.

Through all the Trojan War, she fears for both her brothers' and her husband's life. She sits there with her mother Anticlea, and her sister-in-law, Penelope, watching her nephew Telemachus grow up. We can only imagine how she misses him. Maybe she wants to start her own family. Maybe there are suitors after her, too.

They hear that the war is over, and their boys take their sweet time coming back. They finally see the ships on the horizon, only to watch a gigantic storm absolutely demolish the ships.

They have pieces of the ships wash up on shore. Some bodies, too. Fishermen sail out, looking for survivors and finding none. The bodies they find get buried, their families mourn them. And everyone else just sits there, having seen the extent of the storm, the bodies, and come to the conclusion that their loved ones are lost to the sea.

Ctimene sits there with the realization that her husband and her brother are dead. Her mother dies. She lost her entire family. Penelope is convinced Odysseus survived somehow, so Ctimene is pretty much alone in her grief.

Years pass. I imagine Ctimene and Penelope help each other with suitors, raising Telemachus and just ruling Ithaca, but there is always this divide between them.

And then the impossible actually happens. Odysseus is back. He kills Penelopes suitors. He is reunited with his family. Ctimene hears, comes running, her brother has returned. And with him the hope returns that her husband might still be alive.

So she asks him. And Odysseus says no.

And then he starts telling the story. Of Eurylochus, the voice of reason. That he survived the storm, survived Poseidon, resisted Circe, survived the underworld, survived the Sirens. That he survived Scylla.

Ctimene listens to his reasonings for the sacrifices and then chews him out just as Eurylochus had.

Then Odysseus tells her about the Mutiny. And then Zeus.

Neither Penelope nor Telemachus are in the room when he explains what choice Zeus had him make. And while Ctimene rationally knows that she couldn't have chosen between her brother and her husband, she also knows that for his chance to see his loved ones again, 36 families lost that chance. Including her.

Odysseus doesn't explain in detail what happened on Ogygia nor afterwards, and Ctimene only mildly cares. Because her husband died. Because of a decision her brother made. Because her husband tried to protect his fellow crew.

She doesn't talk to Odysseus for a while after that.

Do you guys think Eurylochus was incredibly faithful to Ctimene as well because Odysseus would have figured out a way to make him suffer endlessly for breaking his sisters heart?

Oc by @theultimatenonbinarynerd (i hope You like it)

Note: this is A Commission and also My first one.