#how's that

[aamtreeanalogy]

some very sloppy kisses around the neck with a maintained sexual eye contact.

[lizardlicks]

pls put your age in your bio if youre going to interact with kinky tumblrs !!

Anon you must be new here.

[speedylawmen]

Side note van zieks and this scientist character are like hella gay right

[hopeforchanges]

ehm, ma'm, with all due respect, you cannot drop on us that you are a fan of epic the musical and then outline a perfect arc for Antinous' stupid ass to correct itself and then leave it at that.

sure fam, how's this: Antinous bore his father’s thunder still.

A white scar, jagged and seared across his left eye, like a lightning strike frozen into flesh. The courtiers of Dulichium whispered that the king’s youngest son had been cursed in the cradle, but his mother never denied him. She only looked at him too long, too often, as though remembering something no one else dared to speak aloud: the night Zeus had set foot in her bedchamber, and the storm had broken overhead.

But Zeus never came again.

No golden gifts but one - a dagger of divine strenght. And the scar. The restless rage of being more than mortal and yet treated as less. His brothers called him a bastard behind closed doors, though they never said it to his face. Antinous made sure of that.

So when word reached Dulichium of a queen in Ithaca — a widow, still beautiful, still unwed — Antinous saw his chance. To take Penelope’s hand was to take her throne. To rule Ithaca was to prove himself more than a forgotten son.

Yet when he arrived at Odysseus’s hall, it was not the queen who caught his gaze first.

It was the boy at her side. His hair the color of storm-warmed honey, his shoulders still carrying the rawness of youth, his eyes burning with the same stubborn fire that Antinous knew too well.

Antinous hated him at once.

And when Telemachus’s lip curled in disdain at the sight of the scar across Antinous’s face, the hatred grew sharp and bright.

[tricoufamily]

pretty neat game

[aery-eaux]

[emeraldotter]

something for you to watch, to know, and ultimately to discard.