#dead!odysseus

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<< bear in mind this is pre-war!! go make a new tag ya silly >:D /vnf /silly /lh >>

<< cap!Polites and his wife Eleni ( @sweetestl0ver ) met at Ody + Pene's wedding with Eleni being Pene's maid of honor (childhood bestie)! so have some silly fluff of flustered Polites trying to figure out who she is :D >>

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[Polites had always been the rather stoic type when it came to romance, being one of the only ones left spouseless upon adulthood. Odysseus had asked him to be his best man at his and Penelope's wedding, and he'd gladly accepted, though a certain someone there changed the fact he'd never been much of a romantic.]

[Something about Penelope's maid of honor made Polites' heart flutter, butterflies swarming in his stomach during the celebrations following the ceremony. Though he was able to play it off in front of his friends, he practically melted into a flustered puddle when he and Odysseus went to get changed into more casual attire, beyond confused at this point. Who is that woman? And better yet- what is this feeling??]

[Once he heard Odysseus leave his room, Polites left the room he'd been staying in as well, rubbing his face with his hands in a feeble attempt to hide the flush of his cheeks.]

"Odyyy... I fear I may- I may have a bit of an issue..."

- @not-the-man-you-knew

A truly lovely day it was. Odysseus had thanked the gods who blessed them with clear skies and joy felt by the guests and all who attended the wedding. It was a day he would never forget, even when the celebrations had died down to a more relaxed evening with his and Penelope's close-knit connections.

Odysseus did not get far from his room before Polites' voice met his ears. Immediately, the new king looked to his best friend. His earlier smile was replaced by a soft frown, his eyebrows knit in concern at the expression he had never seen upon the other man's face.

"Poli, what is it?" He paused in the hall, his gaze flickering over the other man, searching for any clue that may lead him to the problem.

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Telemachus looked the ghost in front of him. It couldn’t be him, right? He approached Odysseus and turned towards him. “Excuse me, who are you?”

-@the-little-wolf-of-ithaca

Odysseus felt an odd sensation as he heard the voice call out to him. It wasn't any he recognized, but something about it was so familiar . . . and then it clicked as he gazed upon the face.

" . . . Odysseus." The former captain answered, his eyes softening. His son was so different now. A young man, similar to how he looked back in his youth. Oh, how much he had missed. How much he would never see, not like this.

The ghost had changed, too. While his physical form did not change much more after his passing, his cape and bow were missing from his form, and his eyes were a ghastly white.

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"So if my son killed you that explains why... Actually no that perfectly explains why the one with glasses killed me." A ghost stood before him, bleeding ichor everywhere. Ichor slowly seeped from his eye, his shoulder, chest, stomach, everywhere he had a stab wound in all honesty.

@ruthlessness-was-mercy

[Odysseus had been sitting near the Lethe, a fair distance away where he couldn't reach out and touch it, but close enough where he could see his reflection mirrored in the surface. When the voice called out to him, he turned and just barely managed to stifle a gasp, if not the look of surprise on his face]

"Lord Poseidon, you're . . . " [he trails off for a moment, gaze flicking over the dead god, and the wounds that he was certain had caused it] "I'm afraid I've missed quite a lot since my passing . . . Polites used to be very forgiving."

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“You look lonely.”

The wind nymph floated around a stalactite, some winions with them as their presence brought a breeze not often felt in the underworld

- 🏳️

[The former captain glanced around for the new voice, finding it hard to pinpoint for a moment. That was until the breeze caught his hair, and he looked up, seeing the wind nymph]

"That I may be." [He muses, deciding to let his guard down for the moment and smile at them] "What is your name, friend?"

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[The spirits had spoken for what felt like both fleeting moments and ceaseless hours, Polites eventually taking to sewing up the tears in his chiton with a small needle and spool of thread from his bag. The two had settled into that comfortable silence for a while, but the other could notice the ghost's shoulders slowly grew tenser as time went on. After a while, Polites let out a sigh, snapping the silence between him and the former captain as he put away his needle and thread and slipped his chiton over his head. He set his bag aside and laid down on his stomach on the stone ground, burying his head in his arms. The action felt familiar, the way his legs were lightly crossed and the soft melody he mumbled to himself under his breath in a fleeting attempt at a distraction.]

- @op3n-arms

While Polites was sewing, Odysseus had closed his eyes and rested his head against the rock behind him. His mind was pleasantly empty; aided by the ghost's form at his side, and thankfully, the position he was in allowed for support on his back. Then, the sigh sounded, and the former captain opened his eyes to glance over at his friend, quickly spotting a familiar sight.

He hesitated only a moment to worry that, perhaps, he was misreading the situation. However, Odysseus could not simply go back to his quiet contemplation in good consciousness, especially if he could do something about his friends' clear discomfort. So, Odysseus shifted to place himself over Polites' back, resting his head on his shoulder and acting as a weighted blanket in human form.

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Polites got a kiss on the cheek from Eleni. They’re gonna hang out tomorrow bro!!

ooc: Mod knows and augh those two are so very cute <33

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"Well, I know about the kiss. I'm glad to hear they are continuing to see each other." He smiles.