Happy birthday to my dear friend @lordx-cycles
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Happy birthday to my dear friend @lordx-cycles
The halls of the Ithacan palace were as quiet as the fields of sacked Troy, the numerous voices of the suitors long vanquished just like the sounds of Penelope’s sobs and begs. A scarred hand ran over the unfinished tapestry left in the royal family’s place, a silent plea for desiccation. Wind blew through the window with the moon, a nice breeze companied by a soft light.
Kylan’s face was as if it was his marble statue carved within the halls of his father’s own palace in Olympus, stuck in a cold expression. His right eye squinted in a narrow gaze, left frozen to the nerve damage that was brought upon it, his mouth pressed into a disappointed frown.
It only softened when he looked at the door as its frame creaked, his lover watching him through the dim moonlight. “You still feel bad.” ”It isn’t that.” Kylan remarked, looking back at the tapestry. His hand stopped at the last treading that was on the loom. The man in the door came up to Kylan and came up behind him, a hand finding its way to the godling’s hip and the other on his stomach. “Then what’s bothering you, hmm?”
Kylan huffed, leaning back. “She was supposed to finish it. . .” The man hummed, resting his head on Kylan’s. “You want to?” ”Badly.” Kylan glanced up at the man holding him, right eye glazing over with tears. He looked back at the tapestry and left the warmth of his husband, walking out of the room. “It haunts me.”
The man followed, pace never slowing as he caught up. “Because you couldn’t stop it?” ”She begged.” ”You answered them.” ”You killed her husband and son.” ”Technically, no.” ”Antinous.” ”What? Odysseus just misfired, his aim was obscured.” ”Then you shoved an arrow into his abdomen.” Antinous stopped in his tracks, watching as Kylan continued down the hall. He snorted his nose up and clenched his fists. “He hurt you.” Kylan stopped as well, turning to his husband from across the hallway. “That is no excuse.” His voice was quiet, but it carried. Antinous scoffed, biting his tongue. Kylan turned back and walked down the stairs. Antinous watched, finally calming himself down after taking a few deep breaths.
Gay Scugs
I Blame A Friend From Discord And @barnowlive For Getting Me Hooked On RW
Now Take Sharpsnake Scugs
(Digital is the final product and a few things changed)
Rp Blogs, Yay
Be Nice To Kylan And Be As Much As A Bitch As Y’all Want To Antinous. I Just Made These Btw So They’re Empty
Their Asks Are Open
Intro
A lot of you hate me, but Kylan gotten me into this.
Hello, I’m Antinous. I’m maybe. . .50, at this point? Say all the bad things you want about me, but know that I’m a changed man. . . (OOC: He’s Totally Not)
Antinous, Eurymachus, And Kylan
Considering I’m Still Waiting On People To Answer Me On Stealing Antinous-es, I Made This Ofc
Yes, You See This Photo Right: Antinous Is Gray-headed And I’m Not Ashamed Of It.
Nor Am I Ashamed Of Kylan Being Trans And, Recent Discovery, Having Man Boobs! He Got Some Fine Tits (/hj)
But Being Serious, I’m Happy With This Lmao I Was Gonna Do Melanthius And Amphinomus As Well, But I’ll Do Them With 14 y/o Nero. Last Minute Decision.
New Ship Unlocked:
SiameseSnake (Eurymachus x Kylan)
Dumb Explanation Under The Cut. @give-liife, You’ll Be Amused By This One.