old light

I'll come back when you call me, No need to say goodbye" They never let you be famous AND happy."

[the-archer-and-the-poet]

Notable Homeric Epithets

General:

Men: shining // high-hearted

Woman: ox-eyed // white-armed

Sea: loud-roaring // grey // wine-colored

Nations:

Trojans: breakers of horses

Achaeans: bronze-armored // glancing-eyed // with hollow ships

Individuals:

Achilles: swift-footed // lion-hearted // breaking through men // best of the Achaeans 

Aeneas: counselor of the Trojans // loyal

Agamemnon: lord marshal // brilliant // horse-tamer

Ajax: swift // gigantic // the mighty

Aphrodite: laughter-loving // goddess of love

Apollo: Phoebus // the Bright // with unshorn hair // ever-young // destroyer of mice // distant deadly Archer // rouser of armies // god of the silver bow

Ares: curse of men // sacker of cities // of the glinting helmet // man-slaughtering 

Athena: Pallas // grey-eyed // whose shield is thunder // hope of soldiers // tireless one

Artemis: the archer-goddess // of the golden distaff 

Calypso: softly-braided nymph // goddess most divinely made // cunning goddess

Cronus: devious-devising // crooked-counseling

Demeter: fair-haired

Diomedes: master of the war cry // great spearman

Eos (Dawn): with her rose-red fingers // rosy-fingered

Hector: shepherd of the people // of the shining helm // breaker of horses

Hera: ox-eyed

Hephaestus: the famous craftsman // of the strong arms

Hermes: messenger of the gods // conductor of men // giant-killer // the strong one // keen-eyed emissary 

Iris: wind-footed 

Menelaus: flaming-haired // spear-famed // war-like

Nestor: sweet spoken // Gerenian charioteer 

Odysseus: man of many turns // man of many resources // great-hearted // sacker of cities // loved of Zeus // master mariner // great glory of the Achaeans // mastermind // hotheaded // the great teller of tales // man of pain // man of exploits // that kingly man // cunning // the great tactician // the hero // wise

Penelope: circumspect // discreet 

Patroclus: horseman 

Paris: Alexandros

Poseidon: Earth-shaker // earth-carrying

Telemachus: poised // thoughtful

Thetis: silver-footed

Thersites: of the endless speech 

Tydeus: driver of horses

Zeus: mighty // wide-seeing // delighting in thunder // of the dazzling bolt // loud-thundering // cloud-gatherer // father of gods and men // who marshals the thunderheads 

[katiemcgrath]

& our joy was so bright; TSOA Modern AU: Patroclus x Achilles  “Oh my Zeus, Patroclus.” “Huh?” “I think I’m blind! I can’t see! I’ve been staring at the sun too long.” “What? I don’t, you’ve been looking at me, I - No. NO.”

[achillieus]

you can’t.

[patrxklos]

achilles: when will patroclus return from war

hector: lmao never

[womna]

“and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun”

[patrxklos]

"Patroclooooos" she screams with all the force of her lungs. "I need snuggles" she says throwing her body to the nearest couch." How long has he been gone?"

Patroclus blinked, looking up from his book with startled eyes. He is not, perhaps, unused to being greeted in sch a manner – Achilles was hardly subtle, hardly quiet, but it’s unusual, just the same, for anyone beyond Achilles to recognize him. Still, he knows what the problem is, and he gives a heavy sigh, smile breaking through as she collapses across from. “He’ll be here soon, Penny – I know he will.”

[patrxklos]

@oiorpates

“Is just…” she let her voice trailed off biting her lip, letting her head rest  while watching the young man, blue eyes scanned him. “You understand, don’t you?” she whispers at him uncertain of what would he say.

    Did he understand? Part of his soul was missing, leaving     him floating, alone, for twenty years. Yes, he understood     -- that lonely, longing feeling. He wasn’t a person, without     Achilles, and even in this life, with his new interests and     friends and ability, he is -- lonely. “I understand. He will      come back to us, though, I’m sure of it. We just -- have to wait.”

[cassiopheias]

—  five things you know and the one thing you don’t (insp.)

[mythologylist]

[cerynitiis]

mythologylist:

I’M CREATING A MASTERLIST FOR EVERY MYTHOLOGY ROLEPLAYER Reblog the post to be added.

Greek Mythology

Roman Mythology

Norse Mythology

Christian Mythology

Every list will be expanded with new characters. New lists will be created if the situation dictates.

[patroclus-is-bae]

I watched Disney’s Hercules and this happened…

I need a Disney!TSoA AU that has an end like Hercules…. Achilles brings back Patroclus’ soul, becomes a true hero and thus a god, but decides to live a mortal life with Pat. And they live happily ever after. That’s all I need.

[patrxklos]

aoidimxs

His drunken mind cannot comprehend much, but he knows that he likes when Patroclus is on top. He hums as he is shoved onto his back, though instinct lifts his hand, as though to defend and attack whatever power desires to have him down. However, his coordination is quite off and results in his fingers brushing against Patroclus’ chin, followed by several giggles as his arm drops across his forehead, his cup left discarded. The opposite hand grips around his friend’s behind, drawing him closer.

    “ Mmm, it likes you. You are its favorite. ”

Ridiculous. Giggling, Patroclus leant forward to press their foreheads together, an echo of the gesture he so often woke up to -- of course, he bumped more against arm than forehead, but the effect was still there and it was probably for the better that he didn’t connect with Achilles’ head, considering how off their coordination was. The hand on his bottom has him squirming until he’s laying on top of the younger, pressed together from knee to chest, and, struck by the sudden need to see him, Patroclus tugged at his friends arm, giving a whine.           “I like it, don’t hide from me!”

[katiemcgrath]

The never-ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made him face his choice alone. But not in this one. He would sail to Troy and I would follow, even into death. “Yes,” I whispered. “Yes.” Relief broke in his face, and he reached for me. I let him hold me, let him press us length to length so close that nothing might fit between us. Tears came, and fell. Above us, the constellations spun and the moon paced her weary course. We lay stricken and sleepless as the hours passed.

[patrxklos]

aoidimxs

Achilles responds with nothing but a series of grumbled, slurred Greek expletives, words he had only heard from the lowest glasses within his father’s palace, muttered into Patroclus’ throat. With the opposite hand not grasping his glass, he holds firmly onto his friend, lest he fall over.

    “ S’not my fault, it would not tickle        if you did not squirm. ”

He snickers into Patroclus’ throat, peering bright blue eyes up at him. What a pretty, ruddy blush upon his tanned cheeks.

He is ridiculous. It’s a thought that has graced Patroclus’ mind many times before, but the fondness in which it hits him has him reeling, dissolving once more into giggles as Achilles holds him still. He wants to shriek, wants to run, wants to -- do something. He doesn’t know what, but he has far too much energy. He’d always assumed that wine made you sleepy, made you lazy, but with Achilles looking up at him like that, he wants to take on the world. Instead, he gives an unattractive snort and pushes the other backwards, swaying forward until he’s almost on top of the other boy. There’s no balance left in his muscles, not that his was particularly great to begin with, and he beams as he finds them face to face.          “You have a very -- nice face. I like it very much.”

[patrxklos]

A soft, healthy blush upon his cheeks, with giggles bubbling up his chest from the help of the wine. As children, doubtless, Achilles had copious access to the finest honey wines, but not until adulthood did they drink alone with it. In excess. Chiron's wine is indeed more potent than the palace wine, robbing the boys of their senses. Achilles laughs softly as he presses his face into Patroclus' neck, his hand clenched around a deep chalice of wine. "Stop /moving/."

    He was not a drinker. It was obvious, in the way Patroclus     swayed, trying to muffle his giggles, for fear of catching     Chiron’s attention. Everything is so warm, settling comfortable    in his stomach and bringing a pretty fog to his mind. Nothing     matters, not Thetis, not the world outside this that had become    their home; nothing but each other, but the warm press of     Achilles against his side, reminding him that he is safe, that     he is real. “You’re tickling me,” comes the giggled reply as     Patroclus attempts to shift away once more, batting useless     hands in his companions direction. 

[patrxklos]

aoidimxs​

    “ I object most strongly. ”

He has yet to discover exactly why he adores Patroclus’ fingers in his hair, pulling, tugging at the divine curls, locks that form a sun about his head. But he does. He omits a low growl deep in his chest as he leans into his friend’s hand, his attention drawn from the tan neck to press kisses against his wrist. His skilled fingers trail along the muscular curves of Patroclus’ arm, gripping him firmly.

    “ Why not? I deserve it. ”

He pauses, raising an eyebrow, though he’s not entirely sure what gave him pause -- the lack of modesty in his friend’s words is not unusual, so it’s not that, not entirely Perhaps he’d like to tease, but it’s hard to tease when Achilles is holding onto his arm so firmly, pressing kisses to the soft skin of his wrist. It tickles, and he squirms, hand spasming momentarily as he tries not to laugh.            “Yes, I suppose you do,” he replies, far more adoringly           than originally planned. “But so does my homework,” he’s           quick to add, cheeks pink. “You can’t always have my           attention -- but you can have it for now..”

[patrxklos]

aoidimxs

   “ Is that a serious question, my friend? ”

He snorts at the almost comedic obviousness of the inquiry, leaning back just slightly now that his dominance is asserted. Dominance, of course, over the dreaded homework. How dare that book steal away his lover. Achilles darts forward to press another incredibly necessary kiss to his throat, flattening his body over Patroclus and resting between his parted knees.

    “ Any second in which your eyes are apart        from mine is a terrible second wasted. ”

He is ridiculous, but Patroclus is fond, and he smiles up at his lover, despite the interruption, glad for any moment that they get to themselves. Achilles is spoiled, but so is Patroclus, and he stretches out, tipping his head back lazily when his lover presses lips to his throat. His fingers find purchase in golden curls as the man’s weight settles above him, and he tugs, gently, a soft hum leaving parted lips -- this is certainly better than studying.         “You can not always have my attention, love.”

[patrxklos]

aoidimxs

    “ On the contrary.” His words are grumbled lowly        into Patroclus’ lips as he tilts his head, returning        to the kiss in the opposite angle. “Everything else        is the distraction. ”

Slowly, his hand slides the book further and further away as Achilles uses his body to push Patroclus further back into the sofa, leaning him back against the arm rest. It is not fair that simple parchment subtracts the attention away from someone so glorious as Achilles. How dare that parchment.

With a smug grin, he breaks the kiss, peering down at his friend.

He will never be free from this curse, but he doesn’t entirely want to be, especially not when Achilles angles in for another kiss. He doesn’t bother to protest, his eyes slipping shut as he gives in, willingly, to Achilles’ wishes -- there’s no scramble for the book, no fight to push him back; in fact, he shifts backwards at the slightest pressure, until he’s laying back against the cushions with a smug Achilles above him.         “You’re absolutely ridiculous,” he scolds gently, lifting his hand         to cup the other man’s cheek. “The world is not distracting me from         what I need to do, you’ll find. Did you miss my attention so much?”

[patrxklos]

"Patroclooooos" she screams with all the force of her lungs. "I need snuggles" she says throwing her body to the nearest couch." How long has he been gone?"

Patroclus blinked, looking up from his book with startled eyes. He is not, perhaps, unused to being greeted in sch a manner -- Achilles was hardly subtle, hardly quiet, but it’s unusual, just the same, for anyone beyond Achilles to recognize him. Still, he knows what the problem is, and he gives a heavy sigh, smile breaking through as she collapses across from. “He’ll be here soon, Penny -- I know he will.”