Prince Telemachus who’s always been a little afraid to have children. Not that he doesn’t like them, in fact he actually adores their little cute faces. He’s just afraid he’ll have to leave like his father and they’ll have to grow up like he did.
That is until he marries you, his lovely wife and now princess of Ithaca. Odysseus is back and teaching him all the things a father should.
One of the servants has had a baby and while he’s walking with his father and mother to eat breakfast he hears a soft humming. It’s you, holding the servants baby in your arms while she takes a break on a chair.
Its chubby cheeks are pressed against you, tiny fingers tugging at your hair as you coo and calm it from crying. The sight makes him freeze, heart practically beating out of his chest. It’s so overwhelmingly adorable.
To make it worse, Odysseus and Penelope noticed quickly and start their onslaught of comments such as, “She will be a great mother.” “Are you going to give us a little princess or prince soon?” “She’s great with little ones.”
And that moment of seeing you with the cute baby, being such a natural with them, changes his mind entirely.
Yeah, he is definitely ready to be a father if you’re going to be the mother
The way you write Apollo,Hermes and Telemachus is so good.. anyways...
Fem!reader x Hermes.. so basically, reader is one of Apollo's muses and Hermes kinda "steals her away" from his brother & Apollo is VERY pissed that his brother is flirting with one of his muses...
Poetic dilemma
A/N : Thank you so much! Those three are my favorites(and ody). Also… Hermes and Apollo fighting for you and your attention. What a dream, isn’t it? Hermes art is from Zieru, Apollo art is from Gigi!
WARNING : Fem!Muse!Reader, Hermes and Apollo is fighting for the reader.
Word Count : 926
The golden halls of Apollo’s temple usually rang with the harmonious strains of lyres, the rustle of parchment, and the occasional, perfectly timed dramatic monologue from the god himself. Today, though, you were finding it particularly hard to concentrate on anything but the sheer joy radiating from Apollo. He was currently perched on a marble pedestal, mid-recitation of his new ode to… well, himself, mostly.
"And then, with a flourish of celestial light," Apollo boomed, striking a pose, his eyes alight with inspiration, "I, Apollo, the radiant one, did cast my golden gaze upon the slumbering earth, awakening it with my glorious warmth!"
You smiled, genuinely happy to see him so immersed in his art. "Very… illuminating, Apollo! The warmth truly comes through!"
He beamed, soaking in your praise. "Ah, your appreciation! It truly fuels my divine fire!"
Just as he was about to launch into the next stanza, a sudden, soft whoosh of air brushed past you. Before you could even register it, a strong, playful arm wrapped around your waist, and you were lifted clean off your feet. A familiar, mischievous laugh echoed in your ear.
"Time for a change of scenery, little star!" Hermes's voice chirped, and the world outside the temple became a blur of clouds and sky.
You gasped, half in surprise, half in delight. "Hermes! What are you doing?!"
"Rescuing you from… well, just a change of pace!" he declared, soaring through a fluffy cloud bank, his winged sandals a blur. He held you securely, your feet dangling playfully. "Honestly, I just thought you might like a break. Plus," he winked, slowing to a more leisurely glide, "I'm much more fun than listening to him wax poetic about his own sun chariot for the fifth time today. Though, he does make it sound good."
You couldn't help but laugh, the wind whipping through your hair. "He's going to be furious!"
"Oh, he'll get over it," Hermes scoffed, doing a mid-air barrel roll that made you squeal with laughter. "He has, what, a dozen other muses. He won't even notice one is missing. Besides," he winked, "I'm much more fun than listening to him drone on about his own sun chariot for the fifth time today."
Meanwhile, back in the temple, Apollo was still mid-pose. "…and the mortals, awestruck by my unparalleled brilliance, did fall to their knees in… wait a minute." He slowly un-struck his pose. His eyes, which had been closed in dramatic contemplation, snapped open. He looked to his left. Then to his right. His brow furrowed.
"My muse?" he murmured. "Where is my muse?"
A beat of silence. Then, a terrifying, earth-shaking roar. "HERMES!" Apollo’s voice thundered, shaking the very foundations of Olympus. "YOU WINGED SCOUNDREL! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY MUSE?!"
Hermes, who had just landed you gently on a particularly soft cloud, winced. "Ah, speak of the devil… or rather, the sun god. He noticed quicker than I thought."
Apollo descended upon you both, radiating pure, unadulterated indignation. His golden hair seemed to crackle with divine fury, and his lyre, usually a symbol of harmony, looked dangerously close to being used as a blunt instrument.
"Hermes! You absolute scoundrel! You snatched Y/N! My inspiration! My lyrical genius! How am I supposed to compose my ode to the perfect shade of dawn without her insightful feedback on the nuances of 'rosy-fingered' versus 'crimson-tipped'?"
Hermes put an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer with a cheeky grin. "Oh, lighten up, brother. We were just... on a field trip. For creative enrichment. Very avant-garde."
Apollo's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on Hermes's arm. "Field trip? You're flirting with my muse! My property! This is an outrage! Do you know how long it takes to find a muse who truly appreciates the subtle brilliance of a well-placed caesura?"
You smiled, finding Apollo's passion endearing, even when he was this worked up.
Hermes, ever the provocateur, leaned in closer to you, whispering loudly enough for Apollo to hear, "He's just jealous, you know. My charm is simply irresistible."
Apollo gasped, a hand flying to his chest dramatically. "Jealous?! Of you?! The god of petty theft and glorified delivery services?! I am Apollo! God of music, poetry, light, and prophecy! I have no need for jealousy!" He then pointed a trembling finger at Hermes. "Release her at once, you winged hooligan! She has a symphony to inspire!"
You gently extricated yourself from Hermes's grasp, stepping forward with a smile. "Apollo, it's alright. Hermes was just... giving me a change of perspective. But I'm always happy to hear your latest works!"
Apollo softened slightly, though his glare at Hermes remained. "See, Hermes? She's too kind for your thieving ways. Now, Y/N, darling, we must return. I have a particularly challenging rhyme for 'helios' that only you can truly appreciate."
As Apollo began to lead you away, already launching into a new poetic dilemma, Hermes winked over Apollo's shoulder. "I'll be back, little star. And next time, I'm thinking a whirlwind tour of the mortal realm. Much more exciting than listening to him drone on about himself."
Apollo, oblivious, continued his monologue. You just smiled, a secret thrill bubbling inside you. Being Apollo's muse was fulfilling, and seeing him so happy was wonderful. But being the object of Hermes's playful "theft" and the subsequent divine rivalry was undeniably more entertaining. And you knew, with absolute certainty, that Hermes would indeed be back. And Apollo would be just as hilariously furious.
"Throwing an apple at someone was a gesture of love or courtship — if the person caught or accepted the apple, it meant that the love was reciprocated."
Warning(s) : None really, fluff and reader's is oblivious while Telemachus is just a shy lover boii
: Telemachus best boy! this is my first time writing in 2nd person so I hope yallu enjoy :)))
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The streets of Ithaca was a medley of noise as Telemachus roamed around the hall of stalls and people, with a hood concealing his features—it was like a breath of fresh air.
With the weight of the expectations upon him, the hungry growing suitors in the comforts of his home and longing of his father, it was hard describing his cycle as relaxing.
The queen—his mother had suggested for him to wander outside the palace walls, explore the beauty of Ithaca, though with his identity as prince it won't take that long before a commotion would occur hence the suitors.
So the second when the old stall owner commented about his familiarity—he walked off out of the busy area.
Telemachus later finds himself in a quiet grove, the profusion of green leaves serves as a natural roof from the sun's shine—deliberately making the scene cool toned due to cast of shadows with few sunlight poking through the cracks.
The young prince looked around the grove as his footsteps brought him to a large apple tree, "These are probably the reddest apples i've ever seen" He commented inaudibly, a quiet chortle followed.
Telemachus ran his palms through the rough texture of the trunk—as he slowly descended to take a seat on the grass with his back settled on the tree's trunk.
This is nice
He thought as he tried to put his mind at ease, for such a pretty apple tree—he was suprised that no more people had taken the fruits, it was quite silent for—
"Oh no!" A voice interrupted the said silence—before Telemachus could react of the voice, a hard small like object fell above—landing at the Prince's head. "Ow!" Telemachus yelped at the sudden hit as he unwittingly caught the said object on his right hand with his left rubbing his head.
He blinked his eyes open to see what he was holding—to see a red apple. Telemachus then looked up to the tree just to see a hooded figure on a branch high up. "I'm sorry!" You yelled through the branches.
"My apologies there! My basket seemed to have filled up already" You added as Telemachus saw that you started to climb down the tree.
Telemachus saw that you were approaching the ground with such grace, it’s as though descending requires no effort at all—despite that, the swift jumping made the prince worry.
"U-uh it's no worries but hey,, you should be careful climbing down, You could-"
Before he could have finished his statement, you had landed on the last branch which was also just above Telemachus's head to the right.
That's where the prince got a good look at your features, Just like him with a hood trailing down your figure but in this angle he could see your face more clearly.
The person turns out to be a young woman who looks around his age, Your eyes were the first thing he noticed—as if they carried kindness in every glance—Your hair fell around your face in a lovely kind of mess, swaying with every breeze of the wind. Telemachus's gaze lowered just below to catch a glimpse of your lips, and back to your eyes.
You tilted your head to the side, as you blinked at the male. Telemachus blinked back, realizing he'd been staring at you for too long.
"Did it hit your head hard? I'm really sorry about that again" You asked with concern.
"Oh- you mean the apple? I'm alright" Telemachus replied edgy.
"Hmm" The young woman hummed as Telemachus bit the inside of his cheek as an awkward silence followed.
Without a warning you suddenly raised your hand to feel the top of Telemachus's head.
This caused the prince of Ithaca's eyes to widen—taken back by your sudden boldness.
"E-excuse me—? What are you-"
"Your hair is really soft, I don't think a falling apple at such a height would land gently on your head especially with hair as soft as yours" You cut him off.
Telemachus was taken back at your bluntness, a blush spread at his cheeks while you kept unfazed as if you didn't just compliment him twice.
"It's fine really.. What are you even doing up there anyways?" The male asked as your hand slowly left his head while he held out the apple he had caught.
You didn't say anything and stared at the apple and back to Telemachus—instead you revealed a basket filled with rich red apples from your cloth—giving your answer.
He gave a surprise blink.
You started to get down from the branch you were sitting in—jumping down and landing gracefully beside the prince. Upon standing next to him, the height difference was inversed, now the male was towering between you as he looked slightly down at your height—seeing this made you smile cheeky with your eyes closed.
Your smiling image made a subtle flutter in Telemachus heart. "I'm (name)" You introduced with a warm smile. "I saw the apple tree from afar away and I can't help but take some" You said.
"Yeah.. it's quite an apple" Telemachus said awkwardly—rubbing his nape, he took a peek at you and almost instantly regretted it—
Your smile was adorable in the eyes of the prince, the way your words were coated with a gentle voice, your subtle chuckle that filled the place, The young male felt his stomach fill with those classic butterflies—just like the ones described in romance novels or the tales of his parent's love told by his mother.
"Are you from around here?" Your question caused the prince to look at you dumbfounded—thinking you were joking but when he saw the genuine and innocence that followed, he thought of a conclusion.
"Uh- yeah! I am, are you..?" He stuttered.
You let out a chortle, "No I'm not" You answered turning to the side. "Oh.." Telemachus mumbled looking towards your side profile which deliberately caused his blush to hue again.
Now that you mentioned it, you did look outlandish, foreign. There was a subtle difference between the Ithaca women he had met and your features.
"So what brings you here in the forest? uhh I didn't catch your name" You asked
Your question made Telemachus also realize—since you're not from here, you probably don't recognize or know his status. The idea made his lips crack a smile knowing that he was just a stranger to you, someone new and a chance to be himself and not a title derived from his father.
"Telemachus" He introduced.
He was Telemachus at this moment, not the prince of Ithaca or the Son of the legendary Odysseus. He was just Telemachus.
"That's a very pretty name, Telemachus"
The way you said it—slow, deliberate—made him pause.
No one had ever said his name like that before. It didn’t sound like a title, or a legacy, or a burden. Just... his name.
He glanced at you, a faint smile tugging at the edge of his lips. “You say it like it means something good.” He laughs.
"Your name means far and battle, sounds pretty impressive, don't you think?" You commented, turning your heel towards the male, leaning dangerously close to his presence.
You glanced down at the apple he was holding since earlier, plastered in his palm without a single scratch. An unreadable grin formed your lips as your gaze went to his own. "You caught it" You said.
Telemachus looked where you were referring to and saw you were talking about the apple in his hand. "Oh yeah! Do you want it back?" He asked naively.
You leaned back to your feet as you gave him a look with a closed mouth, this made telemachus tilt his head—confused at your lack of reply and silence. Exchanging looks at the apple and back to what you just said.
It took some time and a few chuckles from you and slowly Telemachus started to get the hint.
"Oh- yeah! I didn't mean to- not that I...!"
"Well, to be fair, I didn't technically throw it either" You cut him off, turning away from the prince at a slow pace with your hands holding the basket behind your back.
"The fruits in Ithaca taste so much fresher—are there other fruit trees around here too?” You changed the subject but your smile from the previous topic didn't change. "Huh?" The prince stuttered quite dazed from the change of topic.
You only chuckled with your lips closed, your eyes turned away from Telemachus to watch the passing wind blow away and it seemed that the wind god guided your eyes—as you caught a glimpse of another fruit tree in the distance.
The scene immediately lit up your eyes with excitement as you shot your gaze back to the prince who tried to follow what you were looking at.
"It looks like a.. peach tree? no, I think it's a cherry-" He tried to take a guess but was interrupted, "Who cares! Come on!" Your voice bolted with excitement.
Without another second, you took Telemachus’s hand and took off running—dragging the unprepared boy along at your pace. You laughed when he nearly stumbled, fumbling over his words as he questioned what was happening. You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you glanced back at him with a playful, one-eyed smile.
“Don’t worry about it! Just follow me! I’ll even teach you how to climb a tree!” you called out cheerfully.
"W-what!? I know how to climb a tree!"
"How about getting down from the tree!" Your reply made him shut his mouth—almost pouting, which made you laugh louder.
You turned your attention forward just as the wind swept through, pulling your hood from your head. Your hair spilled free, a few strands dancing with the breeze. Laughter lingered on your lips—warm and easy, like sunlight streaming through the trees.
Behind you, Telemachus muttered something under his breath, half to himself, questioning how he’d ended up in this situation: being pulled along by a girl he’d only just met, her smile the warmest thing he’d seen all day, dragging him off to pick fruit.
And yet, despite it all, his hand stayed in yours—tight, steady, maybe even a little reluctant to let go.
This wasn’t how he thought his day would go.
But he wasn’t complaining.
When you finally slowed down, your breath was heavy but your grin never left your lips, you led him beneath a tall tree with branches thick and sprawling.
"The peach tree is there" Telemachus said looking at the said tree is, "I told you that I'll teach you how to climb a tree did I? Peach trees are too fragile for climbing" You said letting go of his hand to go closer to the tall tree—the sudden absence of your touch made him turn his head back to you. "Besides there's an even cooler thing waiting above this tree" you added before dropping down your basket of apples on the grass.
"Better than a basket full of peaches?" Telemachus laughs at his own joke.
"Hmm.... Maybe? You decide" You said in an elusive tone, at that—you started to climb the tree in ease, reaching the first branch and taking a seat on it, "Come on!" You encourage the lean boy with a smile.
Telemachus looked up to check the height of the tree and deliberately gulped but then landed his eyes on your waiting figure—your feet swinging off the branch, signaling the boy to follow with your hands. Who was he to deny an invite from such a girl?
Letting out a sigh as he hesitantly started climbing. "Don't let the fear get to you!" You yelled as you saw him hesitant.
When later you saw that he was getting the hang of it, you smiled at him like a proud mother before also continuing climbing high up—checking up from time to time at Telemachus.
The tree's branches were strong and sturdy enough to console Telemachus from worrying too much—with addition of your words of encouragement.
"Come on! Come on!"
"It will be worth it! I promise!"
"Careful there!"
"Watch out for thorns or sharp parts kay?"
It seems though that the prince didn't really take your last comment deeply because he was more focused on catching up to you—so when he grabbed another branch to lift himself up, he felt a sharp part that really pierced. "Ah!" He yelled as he dragged his hand but that just made him scratch his palm into the sharp part more.
The sudden addition of pain made him react defiantly as he let go—shutting his eyes, expecting what was next...
But then a hand grabbed his wrist swiftly—catching the prince just in time, he opened his eyes to see you—worry tinted your iris but quickly faded away when you came into contact with his eyes. "Got you!" You called out
Telemachus cracked a smile but was also embarrassed cause he almost fell to his death.
You helped him up towards the branch you were in, taking the hand that was affected in both of your hands. "You're hurt" you stated as you gently exclaimed the open wound.
"Yeah.. but not really it's just a scratch-"
"You're still hurt" You cut him off, placing his hand at your lap and digging in your cape for something. "It doesn't hurt that much" He said, you should see the state he would be whenever the suitors pick up a fight on him
"Wounds are tended not ignored" You stated as you brought out a roll of bandage.
"That isn't really necessary, I can just-"
"I refuse, I don't want it to get an infection" You fought back leaning closer for dominance which made the male back up slightly—blushing.
"I-its fine-"
“Please let me, Telemachus,” you said, your voice laced with worry.
Telemachus blinked, his eyes widening as he studied your face—the way your brows curved with concern, the subtle pout pulling at your lips. Your grip on his hand had tightened, firm but quiet, yet still warm and gentle.
The way you spoke his name—slow, almost fragile, as if it might shatter—caught in his chest.
Neither of you noticed just how close you two were at this moment.
At the end he lets you, each movement and touch was gentle, careful and sincere. He couldn't help but admire you while you wrap the bandage around his wound.
"There" You conclude.
"Thanks.." He murmured meekly.
A soft sigh escaped your lips as you looked up at the tree, "a few more branches before we see it" you said.
"I understand if you don't want to risk going higher" You said with a soft-eyed smile. Telemachus can see you were disappointed about not showing him 'it' but yet you didn't show it through your words—more concerned for his safety and opinion.
"No, I want to" He confessed. This time your eyes widen slightly, "A-are you sure? I wouldn't want you to-"
"It was just a scratch silly, and besides I'm curious what's this 'it' that got your eyes sparkling" He said with a breathy laugh.
This time you were the one taken back but your lips quickly turned back into a smile upon hearing his response. "Okay..but this time stay close to me" You said handing your hand to the young boy, he was shy at first—attempting to minimize the growing blush on his cheeks, it didn't take long before he planted his hands to yours.
The two of you climbed slowly towards the top of the tree, the higher you both go up—the more you look out of the distance. Telemachus took notice of this and followed your eye's direction.
As you both climbed higher, the leaves began to thin, letting more of the sky slip through the gaps like a slowly unfolding curtain. The orange hue of the sky deepened into a golden glow, streaked with soft strokes of pink. Wispy-shaped clouds floated gently across the scene, like brushstrokes left unfinished. The sun hovered low—glowing like an ember on the edge of the earth—casting long, dappled shadows through the branches.
“Just in time for the sunset!” you squealed, your voice light with excitement. At last, the two of you reached the highest branch.
Telemachus, still mesmerized by the view—and maybe a little by you—paused beside you. His eyes didn’t know where to rest: on the sky that looked like it had been set on fire, or on the way the light danced in your eyes.
He sat down beside you, slower this time, as if he didn’t want to disturb the stillness. He looked back at the sky, the view of Ithaca below—the wind blowing as the leaves flowed together. This was much better than his view from his balcony.
The smell of sweet fruits and nature linger in the wind and the ocean waves from the corner of his eye. The scene felt like a dream—it was beautiful.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" You said as if you read his thoughts. Telemachus was able to take his eyes off the scene to look at you. "It's worth the climb" You said with a warm smile—leaning on your palms as you close your eyes at ease.
Telemachus fell quiet, his gaze lingered on you longer than the sky infront of him, The sunset was breathtaking, but there was something about the way you smiled—calm and content, like you belonged with the wind, somewhere that made the moment feel more special. He remained silent beside you as he continued to admire your presence.
You opened one eye open to see him looking at you, caught somewhere between awe and thought, his lips was parted close—this time it was your turn to study his eyes.
His eyes held a warm color—caught between the sea and earth, deep brown but with the hints of the sunset, they shimmered like gold and amber. They were steady, curious and full of quiet longing, his soft gaze was something that made your heart still.
The two of you stared at each other's inner souls for awhile before the both of you realized it. Turning back in each other's opposite direction—both you and Telemachus held pink blushes however the male kissed his lips quite embarrassed while you held out your laughter.
The two of you stayed like this for awhile, watching the sky's hue fade as you both exchanged conversation, every second of getting to know each other bounded a stronger chemistry between you two. That day Telemachus felt at peace maybe it was because he was away from his problems or because of you who introduced peace to him.
Thank you for reading everyone! Interactions are greatly appreciated! I'm really proud of this one so I hope it was decently enjoyable:'0 Live Laugh Love Telemarketing <3
I PROMISE I WILL DO A HERMES THING NEXT I KNOW THE HOES ARE STARVING
Yandere!Zeus and Yandere!Poseidon headcanons ♡
Zeus
His precious little cloud.
That was what he called you ever since he kidnapped you years ago. You no longer had a name, that would make Hera suspicious.
No, you were just one of his humanoid cloud servants and companions. Easy to keep under control.
And since it's been years (or is it decades now?), your mind has gotten... a little blurry by now. Cloudy, you could say. I'm not sorry.
Usually, you're just around, sitting by his throne or whatever he chooses to lounge on, his fingers playing around with the clouds that were once your hair.
And then, whenever he's alone, with no other gods around, he snaps his fingers and your body changes, becoming like it was before, just for him to get to enjoy your body again and again, just like when he first took you.
Although of course, he enjoys more than just your body! He loves talking to you, even if your personality changed over decades (or was it centuries?), you're still his sweet little darling! And you're not trying to run or fight anymore, you're not even crying when he kisses you anymore!
No, you've learned, haven't you? Of course you have, you were always smart. And so you've learned to love him.
You've learned to press your cheek against his palm, to chase his lips whenever he broke a kiss, to snuggle up to his chest after he made love to you.
His. Beautifully, wonderfully, utterly his.
Poseidon
Just so we're clear, it's all your fault. He's so gracious, so kind, just chilling, being a good god... and then there's you, making him crave you under him, crave your body... and it all started with you and your friends going to the beach.
And since it's ancient Greece, you were all nude as you played around, swimming and messing around.
Poseidon saw it, of course, and he saw you.
The sea around your island has never been calm again. He wanted you. He wanted you badly.
And so, the people of your island turned to the Temple of Poseidon, worried about it all. After all, your island's fate depended a lot on trade.
And Poseidon has spoken. He didn't know your name, but he knew you were in the crowd. As he spoke, a few waves that hit the shores turned into beautiful white horses, each of them slowly moving around, looking for you.
Eventually, as Poseidon waited for the King of your island to finish boring him with the prayer he was offering, one of the horses found you and started to gently push your back with it's head, making you step out of the crowd, right in front of Poseidon himself.
The grin on his face makes it clear. He planned it. He wanted you. He wanted you and he announced it, making his "offer" clear.
He'll keep the sea calm, as long as you become his priest/ess and obey him, coming to the beach whenever he'd send a sea storm.
And whenever that happened, he'd get to take you to his palace for three days and three nights. Which was all he needed, really.
“I look into your eyes and I think back to the son of mine, you’re as old as he was when I left for war…”
Odysseus can’t help but smile as he gazes down to the baby boy cradled in his arms.
He’d spent years trying to get home, trying to see his family again. It had never occurred to him that his family may have grown in his absence.
His son, his boy, Telemachus, had grown into a wonderful man. More than that, a wonderful husband and father.
Odysseus had learned quickly about you, his sons betrothed, as he settled in back home.
He watched as his son reminded him of himself, hopelessly in love and devoted to his wife. A proud feeling swelling in his chest as he reminisced and caught the softness of his son's eyes on you.
His pride only grows as he watches his son become a father. A little baby boy that reminds Odysseus so much of the one he left behind all those years ago.
Odysseus watches his son hold his own boy, watches as he shares his immeasurable joy with you, listens as Penelope tells their grandson stories, and imagines what it must have been like after he’d gone.
Baby Telemachus being rocked to sleep with stories of adventures filling his head, growing and only knowing his father as myth, finding you and falling deeply into love just as his father before him had.
Now Odysseus’s grandson rests in the nursery where his son once laid. Now a grandfather, Odysseus rocks the boy to sleep the same way he had so few times with his own son.
And as he lays him in his crib to rest he’s grateful to not miss this. To be here to watch his son be a part of all the things he couldn’t.
For Telemachus to experience all the firsts with his boy that Odysseus missed with him.
