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Suffocation
A/n: HIII LUNBLEUUUU OMSGHSHSH I MISSED YOUUU😭😭😭 I'M SO HAPPY TO BE BACK!
Warnings!: angry making out???
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The room was far too small for this.
You realized that approximately three seconds after the door slammed shut behind you.
The sound echoed through the stone storage chamber, followed by the distinct click of a lock settling into place.
You stared at the door.
Telemachus stared at the door.
Then both of you looked at each other and immediately looked away.
Wonderful.
Of all the places in Ithaca. Of all the people.
The gods, apparently, had decided your day was going too well.
For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The silence wasn't the comfortable kind. It wasn't even the awkward kind strangers shared. It was something worse—something heavier. The kind of silence that could only exist between two people who had once known each other too intimately.
You hadn't spoken properly in months.
Not since the breakup.
Not since the argument that wasn't really an argument.
The one that still made your chest ache when you thought about it.
You crossed your arms and leaned against the nearest wall. Across from you, Telemachus rubbed the back of his neck, eyes fixed determinedly on anything except you.
He looked different.
Or maybe he looked exactly the same.
That was the problem.
His hair was a little longer than you remembered. His shoulders a little broader. But the nervous habit of shifting his weight from foot to foot whenever he was uncomfortable was still there.
You hated that you noticed.
You hated that you noticed immediately.
"Well," he said finally.
You closed your eyes.
There it was.
That voice.
Gods.
"Insightful observation," you replied.
He winced.
"Sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?"
"I don't know."
That, unfortunately, made perfect sense.
Because Telemachus had always been like this. Quiet around strangers. Polite. Careful.
And then once he became comfortable around someone?
Completely impossible.
The boy could ramble for an hour about the construction of fishing boats if given the opportunity.
You knew because you'd once listened to him do exactly that.
The memory slipped into your mind before you could stop it.
Apparently his did too.
A strange expression crossed his face.
For a second, neither of you spoke.
Then he laughed softly.
"I miss talking to you."
The words hit harder than they should have.
You looked away immediately.
"Telemachus."
"I know."
"No, you don't."
His jaw tightened.
For the first time since getting trapped in the room, he actually looked directly at you.
The look in his eyes nearly knocked the breath from your lungs.
Because he looked tired.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
The sort of exhaustion that settled deep into a person's bones.
"You think I don't?" he asked quietly.
Something about the question made your stomach twist.
Months ago, when everything had fallen apart, you had convinced yourself he didn't care as much as you did.
It had been easier that way.
Easier to believe he was relieved.
Easier to believe he had moved on.
Easier to survive.
Now you weren't so sure.
"You were the one who ended it," you said.
The words came out sharper than intended. Telemachus flinched. The guilt was immediate.But then something flashed across his face.
Hurt. Raw, unguarded hurt.
"You asked if maybe we'd be happier apart."
Your mouth snapped shut.
"I remember."
"You said you felt like everything was becoming too much."
"I remember."
"You cried."
His voice cracked.
The sound stunned you into silence.
Telemachus laughed once, but there wasn't any humor in it.
"I thought letting you go was the right thing."
Your throat tightened.
The room suddenly felt too warm.
Too small.
Too close.
"I didn't want you to let me go."
The confession slipped out before you could stop it.
Telemachus froze.
Completely.
Like he had forgotten how to move.
"What?"
You swallowed. Your pride was already dead. There was no point saving it now.
"I wanted you to fight for us."
The words sounded pathetic once spoken aloud.
But they were true.
Gods help you, they were true.
The silence stretched.
Then Telemachus laughed. A disbelieving, slightly hysterical laugh.
"You wanted me to fight for us?"
You frowned.
"What's so funny?"
"Because I spent months wishing you'd asked me to stay."
The world stopped.
For one awful second all you could do was stare.
Months.
Months of misery, months of missing him, months of pretending.
All because both of you had been too stupid to say what you actually wanted.
"You idiot."
The words escaped before you could stop them.
Telemachus barked out another laugh.
"Me?"
"Yes, you."
"You literally just admitted—"
"Don't."
"I'm just saying—"
"Telemachus."
He grinned, actually grinned.
And suddenly there he was. The boy you fell in love with.
The ridiculous, energetic, impossible boy who talked too much once he felt safe enough to be himself.
The realization hurt.
Because you'd missed him.
Gods.
You'd missed him so much.
Something must have shown on your face because his smile faded.
Not entirely.
Just softened.
His eyes searched yours. You hated that look. Because you knew exactly what it meant.You were looking at him the same way.
The distance between you felt unbearable.
A few feet.
Nothing but honestly? Everything.
Telemachus took a step forward. You didn't move away. Another step—Still nothing.
The room seemed impossibly quiet. Your pulse thundered in your ears.
"I never stopped loving you."His voice was barely above a whisper.
The words shattered whatever remained of your self-control.
You crossed the distance first.
His breath caught sharply.
Then your hands were in his hair and his hands were on your waist and suddenly months of longing crashed into both of you at once.
The kiss wasn't gentle.
It wasn't elegant.
It was angry.
Frustrated.
Desperate.
Every missed conversation and sleepless night poured into it.
Telemachus made a broken sound against your mouth.
When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathing hard.
His forehead rested against yours.
You felt something wet hit your cheek.
For a second you thought it was you.
Then you realized Telemachus was crying.
Again.
The idiot. The absolute idiot.
You laughed despite yourself. His eyes squeezed shut. "I missed you."
The words came out broken.
You kissed him again, softer this time.
"I know."
"I really missed you."
"I know."
Another tear slipped free.
You brushed it away with your thumb.
"You're crying."
"I am aware."
That made you laugh harder. Telemachus groaned. Then, inevitably, he started laughing too.
The sound filled the tiny room.
Warm.
Familiar.
Home.
By the time someone finally managed to force the door open nearly an hour later, you were sitting together on the floor with your hand tangled in his and his head resting on your shoulder.
Neither of you noticed the door opening immediately.
Neither of you particularly cared.
After all, you'd already found what you'd been trapped with.
Each other.
