Imagine before he passed away Odysseus meeting a now deified Diomedes.
Ohhhh my goodness gracious nonnie all I have to say is this is a part of a fic that's at 30k words and counting:
A hand clutched at his shoulder. Odysseus let loose the breath he'd just gathered, turning to look at the glow-bright sight of his once-comrade. Diomedes was resplendent, Athena's colours in his fine chiton and armour shining golden. Godly. "Would you stop acting like my personal shade, out to haunt me, and instead more like a god? Don't you have duties to attend to, O' Mighty Diomedes?" The words were raw, bitter, bitten off through a clenched jaw.














