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@this-life-was-amazing
"This life is amazing, When you greet it with open arms!"
A connection has been made between the Underworld and the Living World. How? Who knows. Polites will use this opportunity (and this strange device he found) to make new friends!
// Aka a Pancaked⢠Polites RP Blog //
Ah hello friend! What would your name be?
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"Hello! My name is Polites, it's nice to meet you!"
Selena sat up in cold sweat from her bed....... She was sleeping next to her betrothed Telemachus....... She missed her father Polites badly...... He left when she was young and her mom was gone..... Odysseus had already broke the news to her...... And she was sad..... She looked next to her and saw Telemachus still asleep...... And got up in her night gown and began walking to the beach...... And she spoke to no one in particular....
"I miss you dad......... I wish you were here...... and now I have to become queen...... I don't think I'm ready."
she said softly as she walked along the shore
@selena-of-ithaca
Suddenly, as if hearing Selena's call, a cold breeze swept across the beach. Along with the sudden chill came a voice - one that would be quite familiar. "... Selena?"
There was a pause and Selena stopped walking........ She didn't know if she was crazy or not....... because everything in her mind was screaming that now it wasn't him..... her father in law said that he died.......
"...... Father?"
Selena whispers back..... She just couldn't believe that her dead father was speaking to her...
A few feet in front of Selena formed a cool mist that slowly took the familiar (though much more blue and transparent) shape of Polites. "My little star...?" Polites looked at Selena with wide, watery eyes and a smile as he took in her appearance. "Well, not so little anymore... you've grown so much-!"
Selena didn't know what to say......... she could feel the tears building up....... her father was here........ and she didn't know how but...... he was here...... she didn't know what to do...... nor what to say.......
"Y-yea....... T-time does that to people....."
She then paused..... she had millions of questions....... many she wanted the answer to....
"H-how are you- Odysseus said you were dead!"
"And he'd be right about that-" Polites said, chuckling nervously. "But I'm here! I've been able to leave the Underworld lately, for some reason..." "I'm so sorry I couldn't be here for you sooner, little star..."
Selena looked down sadly at that...... she missed her father...... He missed a lot of her life...... He didn't get to walk her down the aisle at her and Telemachus's wedding...... Selena was never told the details of how he died...... Before he left for war with Odysseus they had an inseparable bond...... She looked up at him for a moment
"i-its okay...... i-i know you didn't really have a choice...... I just really miss you..."
She said softly...... she felt her eyes watering even more....... and a few tears did slip.
Polites reacts almost immediately as he sees tears fall from Selenas eyes, drifting closer and attempting to wipe the tears away. Instead of making contact, though, his hand faded right through. "...I've missed you too, Selena..."
Selena looked up at her father...... She missed him so so much....... It was hard without him..... Selena didn't know what to do anymore...... She tilted her head a bit
"I spent my entire life wondering when you would come back....... I didn't even think you would be dead....."
"I tried so hard to get back to you, Selena, I swear..." Polites's eyes watered as he spoke, guilt eating at him with every passing second. "I should have done more... Or never even left in the first place... I'm so, so sorry, my little star..."
A little boy waddles up to Polites, a curious smile on his face. âHello! Iâm Astyanax!â
â @hesjust-a-boy
(hello! :3)
Polites looks down at the boy with a kind smile, kneeling down to be closer to the boy's level. "Well, hello little one. I'm Polites! It's nice to meet you!"
// Hello! :3 //
âNice to meet you too! Do you like flowers?â Astyanax shifts the basket of flowers in his hand.
"I love flowers! Unfortunate that there aren't any in the Underworld..."
âWellâŚhere!â He holds up some flowers from his basket happily. âYou can have some of mine!â
"Oh, no dear, you keep them! They're yours. Besides..." Polites reached out and attempted to pick up the flowers, but his hand went right through them and momentarily dissipated into a blue mist before reforming. "...I can't really pick anything up, anyway!"
âOhâŚthatâs sadâŚâ Astyanax frowns, staring at the flowers. ââŚwhat if I make the flowers ghosts?â
"While I appreciate the sentiment... I'm not sure that's possible-"
âWorth a try!â He reluctantly tears up a flower andâŚ
âŚboom! Ghost flower! It falls straight through his hand onto the floor. ââŚI think it worked!â
"Oh!" Polites looked surprised that it actually worked, picking up the ghost flower. "Well, thank you! It's lovely." Polites put the ghost flower in his hair.
Selena sat up in cold sweat from her bed....... She was sleeping next to her betrothed Telemachus....... She missed her father Polites badly...... He left when she was young and her mom was gone..... Odysseus had already broke the news to her...... And she was sad..... She looked next to her and saw Telemachus still asleep...... And got up in her night gown and began walking to the beach...... And she spoke to no one in particular....
"I miss you dad......... I wish you were here...... and now I have to become queen...... I don't think I'm ready."
she said softly as she walked along the shore
@selena-of-ithaca
Suddenly, as if hearing Selena's call, a cold breeze swept across the beach. Along with the sudden chill came a voice - one that would be quite familiar. "... Selena?"
There was a pause and Selena stopped walking........ She didn't know if she was crazy or not....... because everything in her mind was screaming that now it wasn't him..... her father in law said that he died.......
"...... Father?"
Selena whispers back..... She just couldn't believe that her dead father was speaking to her...
A few feet in front of Selena formed a cool mist that slowly took the familiar (though much more blue and transparent) shape of Polites. "My little star...?" Polites looked at Selena with wide, watery eyes and a smile as he took in her appearance. "Well, not so little anymore... you've grown so much-!"
Selena didn't know what to say......... she could feel the tears building up....... her father was here........ and she didn't know how but...... he was here...... she didn't know what to do...... nor what to say.......
"Y-yea....... T-time does that to people....."
She then paused..... she had millions of questions....... many she wanted the answer to....
"H-how are you- Odysseus said you were dead!"
"And he'd be right about that-" Polites said, chuckling nervously. "But I'm here! I've been able to leave the Underworld lately, for some reason..." "I'm so sorry I couldn't be here for you sooner, little star..."
Selena looked down sadly at that...... she missed her father...... He missed a lot of her life...... He didn't get to walk her down the aisle at her and Telemachus's wedding...... Selena was never told the details of how he died...... Before he left for war with Odysseus they had an inseparable bond...... She looked up at him for a moment
"i-its okay...... i-i know you didn't really have a choice...... I just really miss you..."
She said softly...... she felt her eyes watering even more....... and a few tears did slip.
Polites reacts almost immediately as he sees tears fall from Selenas eyes, drifting closer and attempting to wipe the tears away. Instead of making contact, though, his hand faded right through. "...I've missed you too, Selena..."
A little boy waddles up to Polites, a curious smile on his face. âHello! Iâm Astyanax!â
â @hesjust-a-boy
(hello! :3)
Polites looks down at the boy with a kind smile, kneeling down to be closer to the boy's level. "Well, hello little one. I'm Polites! It's nice to meet you!"
// Hello! :3 //
âNice to meet you too! Do you like flowers?â Astyanax shifts the basket of flowers in his hand.
"I love flowers! Unfortunate that there aren't any in the Underworld..."
âWellâŚhere!â He holds up some flowers from his basket happily. âYou can have some of mine!â
"Oh, no dear, you keep them! They're yours. Besides..." Polites reached out and attempted to pick up the flowers, but his hand went right through them and momentarily dissipated into a blue mist before reforming. "...I can't really pick anything up, anyway!"
âOhâŚthatâs sadâŚâ Astyanax frowns, staring at the flowers. ââŚwhat if I make the flowers ghosts?â
"While I appreciate the sentiment... I'm not sure that's possible-"
A little boy waddles up to Polites, a curious smile on his face. âHello! Iâm Astyanax!â
â @hesjust-a-boy
(hello! :3)
Polites looks down at the boy with a kind smile, kneeling down to be closer to the boy's level. "Well, hello little one. I'm Polites! It's nice to meet you!"
// Hello! :3 //
âNice to meet you too! Do you like flowers?â Astyanax shifts the basket of flowers in his hand.
"I love flowers! Unfortunate that there aren't any in the Underworld..."
âWellâŚhere!â He holds up some flowers from his basket happily. âYou can have some of mine!â
"Oh, no dear, you keep them! They're yours. Besides..." Polites reached out and attempted to pick up the flowers, but his hand went right through them and momentarily dissipated into a blue mist before reforming. "...I can't really pick anything up, anyway!"
Selena sat up in cold sweat from her bed....... She was sleeping next to her betrothed Telemachus....... She missed her father Polites badly...... He left when she was young and her mom was gone..... Odysseus had already broke the news to her...... And she was sad..... She looked next to her and saw Telemachus still asleep...... And got up in her night gown and began walking to the beach...... And she spoke to no one in particular....
"I miss you dad......... I wish you were here...... and now I have to become queen...... I don't think I'm ready."
she said softly as she walked along the shore
@selena-of-ithaca
Suddenly, as if hearing Selena's call, a cold breeze swept across the beach. Along with the sudden chill came a voice - one that would be quite familiar. "... Selena?"
There was a pause and Selena stopped walking........ She didn't know if she was crazy or not....... because everything in her mind was screaming that now it wasn't him..... her father in law said that he died.......
"...... Father?"
Selena whispers back..... She just couldn't believe that her dead father was speaking to her...
A few feet in front of Selena formed a cool mist that slowly took the familiar (though much more blue and transparent) shape of Polites. "My little star...?" Polites looked at Selena with wide, watery eyes and a smile as he took in her appearance. "Well, not so little anymore... you've grown so much-!"
Selena didn't know what to say......... she could feel the tears building up....... her father was here........ and she didn't know how but...... he was here...... she didn't know what to do...... nor what to say.......
"Y-yea....... T-time does that to people....."
She then paused..... she had millions of questions....... many she wanted the answer to....
"H-how are you- Odysseus said you were dead!"
"And he'd be right about that-" Polites said, chuckling nervously. "But I'm here! I've been able to leave the Underworld lately, for some reason..." "I'm so sorry I couldn't be here for you sooner, little star..."
Selena sat up in cold sweat from her bed....... She was sleeping next to her betrothed Telemachus....... She missed her father Polites badly...... He left when she was young and her mom was gone..... Odysseus had already broke the news to her...... And she was sad..... She looked next to her and saw Telemachus still asleep...... And got up in her night gown and began walking to the beach...... And she spoke to no one in particular....
"I miss you dad......... I wish you were here...... and now I have to become queen...... I don't think I'm ready."
she said softly as she walked along the shore
@selena-of-ithaca
Suddenly, as if hearing Selena's call, a cold breeze swept across the beach. Along with the sudden chill came a voice - one that would be quite familiar. "... Selena?"
There was a pause and Selena stopped walking........ She didn't know if she was crazy or not....... because everything in her mind was screaming that now it wasn't him..... her father in law said that he died.......
"...... Father?"
Selena whispers back..... She just couldn't believe that her dead father was speaking to her...
A few feet in front of Selena formed a cool mist that slowly took the familiar (though much more blue and transparent) shape of Polites. "My little star...?" Polites looked at Selena with wide, watery eyes and a smile as he took in her appearance. "Well, not so little anymore... you've grown so much-!"
A little boy waddles up to Polites, a curious smile on his face. âHello! Iâm Astyanax!â
â @hesjust-a-boy
(hello! :3)
Polites looks down at the boy with a kind smile, kneeling down to be closer to the boy's level. "Well, hello little one. I'm Polites! It's nice to meet you!"
// Hello! :3 //
âNice to meet you too! Do you like flowers?â Astyanax shifts the basket of flowers in his hand.
"I love flowers! Unfortunate that there aren't any in the Underworld..."
A little boy waddles up to Polites, a curious smile on his face. âHello! Iâm Astyanax!â
â @hesjust-a-boy
(hello! :3)
Polites looks down at the boy with a kind smile, kneeling down to be closer to the boy's level. "Well, hello little one. I'm Polites! It's nice to meet you!"
// Hello! :3 //
Selena sat up in cold sweat from her bed....... She was sleeping next to her betrothed Telemachus....... She missed her father Polites badly...... He left when she was young and her mom was gone..... Odysseus had already broke the news to her...... And she was sad..... She looked next to her and saw Telemachus still asleep...... And got up in her night gown and began walking to the beach...... And she spoke to no one in particular....
"I miss you dad......... I wish you were here...... and now I have to become queen...... I don't think I'm ready."
she said softly as she walked along the shore
@selena-of-ithaca
Suddenly, as if hearing Selena's call, a cold breeze swept across the beach. Along with the sudden chill came a voice - one that would be quite familiar. "... Selena?"
You start felling strange wage pressing on your shoulder. Something light and soft brush your cheek. Whatever it is it wobble a little, like it's trying to catch ballance. Another soft thing smack you in the head. You feel spikes of pain in your shoulder, like you got stabbed by six needles. Pressure spikes arond your shoulder, strong grip is pressing needles deeper into your skin. After few seconds the feeling is lost. Whatever was grabbing you it let go. But the weight stayed. It stopped wobbling around, seems like it got it's ballance. Something warm and fluffy is pressed to your cheek, letting quiet little "coo". Surprisingly it's sounds apologetic. It seems to trying to apologize to you for stabing you witch it's talons
"WOAH-" Polites reacts mostly in surprise to the pain in his shoulder - he hasn't felt pain since he first died, so it was quite jarring. He put a hand on... whatever was on his shoulder, petting it gently. He nuzzled against it with his cheek as it pressed against him. "Well, hello, little critter! Don't worry, I'm alright. A little scratch is nothin'!"
It turns out to be... An owl, but even a glance can tell that it's not a regular owl â the animal itself is pretty small, now looking even smaller while pressed to your neck and cheek. Its feathers are different shades of brown, but that's only things that are considered normal. Between feathers are pooking awful looking scars â one on owlâs leg and the other on right side of face, big and ugly it looks like animalâs skull gotten crack open and then somehow it heal leaving big mark behind. Owlâs black beak has small cracks around its surface too. But that's not the weirdest thing, it's talons are made of gold, it's wearing a deep blue cloak with a golden boar pin. Around its waist there's a belt with little sacks attached to it and rolls of papyrus tug bechin. On its lower leg, a strange owl seems to have something resembling part of its armor. Your bandaid Peace of clothing is wrapped around the owl's right ankle. Animal opens its mismatched eyes â one in the warm color of bron, and the second light grey â its gaze is sharp and clever, and yet there's softness in it, and maybe⌠sadness? It hug to your hand, purring quietly
Polites tilts his head as he ponders the creature, noticing all the scarring first. A look of pity crossed his eyes, but his kind smile never faltered once. "You look like you've seen better days..." Polites mused, giving the owl a nice scratchy-scrootch under the chin and beak. "So have I, if you couldn't tell." Despite the implication, Polites chuckled, seemingly trying to comfort the critter, though he wasn't entirely sure if it could understand him. Noticing all the clothing and accessories the owl had, Polites asked a question, not really expecting it to be answered. "Do you belong to someone, perhaps? I doubt a normal owl would put its own clothes on..."
The owl till it's head, seems like considering the question. After few seconds of silence it seem like it comes to some kind of conclusion, nodding it's head like it trying to say "yes". It obviously can't talk so instead it jab the boar pin with it's beak and then look back at you expecting you to get what it trying to say
"Hm..." Polites takes a closer look at the pin, pondering for a moment. "That's... the boar Odysseus saved me from when we were little, isn't it-?" There were a few more moments of silence as Polites squinted at the pin, seemingly trying to remember something. "If I recall correctly... he said that Lady Athena had sent that boar..." Now there were two possible conclusions Polites could come to; that this owl belonged to Odysseus, which didn't seem quite right... or that this owl either belonged to, or better yet, was Athena. But what would the Goddess of War and Wisdom want with him?
The owl clearly get exited when you mentioned the boar. It started nodding it's head chipping happily.
He started to gets it
It extended it's leg, twisting it so the scar that's pooking under the armor is more visible. Unfortunately it seems to â again â loose balance and falls from your shoulder. Animal catch itself mid air and for few moments struggle to stai in air. Owl's movements seems... Odd... They awkward and uncoordinated, like a new born animal that's still is getting used to it's new body. It's weird because owl intron of you is clearly an adult, animal itself seems quite embarrassed itself from it's fall.
"Woah, hey-!" Polites reacted soon after the animal lost balance, extending an arm under the struggling creature so it could perch on his forearm if it wished. "Take it easy, fella... You're okay, I've got you." Polites only got a brief glimpse at the scar on the owl's leg, but it was enough to bring another memory to him. "Ody got hurt on that same leg fighting that boar..." He thought aloud, the gears turning even harder behind his eyes. What exactly was going on with this odd critter?
The owl perched on your forearm, rubing it's head as "thank you". When boar and he's name, it started chipping happily.
Conect the dots, conest the dots, conect the dots
It stare directly at your eyes, straining it's posture and puffing it's chest, trying to give itself more, proud pose. Right now he it, was happy that it's face was covered witch feather, during to big, embarrassed blush still on it's cheeks, after the fall.
Polites raised an eyebrow, a flicker of realization sparking in his gaze as he studied the owlâs proud pose. "You're not just some messenger or pet, are you? You're trying to tell me somethingâŚ" He gently lifted his arm closer to eye level, squinting at the owl. âThe scars, the boar pin, the clumsy flyingâŚâ Polites trailed off, his expression shifting from confusion to shock as the pieces finally clicked into place. âWait a second - Odysseus? I-Is that... you?â
It He screeched happily flapping he' wings. He got it! He finally got it! He rubbed he's head against Polities's cheek with affection. Happiness spreed through he's whole body. He's friend reginized him! After so long, fail after fail, someone did. He spent to loong watching he's loved ones mourning in sadness, grieving person who was right next to them
It hurt so much to see all the pain he coused, unable to fix it .
Words stucked in he's throat, melting, deforming into cheeps and hoots, unable to voice properly he's happiness, he just bounce on men's forearm (keeping in mind ti keep he's ballance, Odysseus already embarrassed himself enough)
Polites froze momentarily as the owl - no, Odysseus - rubbed its head against his cheek, the affectionate gesture filling him with joy and disbelief. "It is you!" Polites exclaimed, his voice catching in his throat. He let out a shaky laugh, his free hand coming up to gently cradle the little creature. "By the gods, Ody, what happened to you? H-How did this happen?"
Odysseus sends him unimpressed look. How in Hades he was going to explain that if he can't talk. Oh well it's time for him use he's (absolutely amazing) acting skills. He jumped (fallen) on the ground standing in front of he's friend making sure he was watching him. He puffed he's feathers and straighten he's posture trying to make himself much bigger. He closed one of he's eyes, and cowered he's head witch feathers. Animal tried to made an angry threatening face witch angry growl, that sounded more like cats purr. He lifted he's leg stomping hardly on the ground. Then he drop he's weird pose, insted he flap he's wings in pretended panic bolting upward. He spined dramatically falling flat on he's back poking he's legs upward and sticking he's tounge. After laying down for fer seconds he get up, stretching himself upward trying to gets as tall as possible. He's posture is stiff and proud â but in more exaggerate and (little) mocking manner â he, again tooks ridiculously large steps circling around spot he was laying slowly shaking he's head in displeasure. He do some weird gesture and them curled himself to the tinniest ball possible, just to spring up flapping he's wings like he wanted to say "ta-da". Odysseus looks at Polities's expecting he's friends to gets wat he was trying to say
Polites blinked, utterly baffled by Odysseus's bizarre performance. His head tilted as he watched each exaggerated movement, his expression shifting between confusion and amusement. He was never good at guessing games - that was always more Odysseus's forte. Good grief⌠"Okay, uh⌠let's break this downâŚ" Polites muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to piece together what Odysseus was trying to convey. "Okay⌠angry⌠threatening⌠then panic?" Polites muttered, rubbing his chin as he tried to piece it together. "Something attacked you? Hurt you?" "Wait, were you⌠killed? No, that doesn't make sense - you're right hereâŚ" Polites trailed off from the thought, thinking. Finally, something seemed to click into place - whether it was just a lucky guess or Polites was genuinely able to decipher the weird owl charades, the world may never know. His eyes widened, and he snapped his fingers. "Athena! She did this, didn't she? Owls are kinda her thingâŚ" Polites crouched down and sat on his heels, his expression a mix of frustration and concern. "What did you do to make her so mad she turned you into a bird? OrâŚ" He hesitated, his voice softening. "Was it to save you? After you died?" Polites reached out, gently cupping Odysseus's fluffy face in both his hands. "You've gotta tell me if I'm on the right track, buddy. You know I'm bad at these things!" Polites added with a nervous chuckle.
Odysseus - again - sends his unimpressed look⢠when Polities mentioned angering Athena, he was well-behaved, thank you very much, but when he's friend mentioned him dying he's eyes sparkle. Yes, yes! He was trying to communicate that by happy cheers. Even if him dying was not that fun things.
Broken bones, splaterred blood, pain, pain pain, painâ
He wiggled he's face from Polities's hands even when he didn't want to he's hugs always was the best and gently jab Polities's bandaid peace of clothing tie to he's leg, placing he's face back in Polities's hands
"So you did die..." Polites said as he gently pet Odysseus - a thing he honestly didn't think he'd be doing in his not-life, but oh well. "I guess that makes two of us, haha!" For someone who had a pretty traumatic death, Polites was pretty chill about the subject. Did this man ever get upset about anything?
Odysseus purred happily enjoying the pet's,
he always loved it when Penelope was doing the same thing. He missed her so much.
,but froze almost immediately when Polities mentioned he's dead. He lifted he's head and looked at he's friend, actually looked. Between bitter-sweet fellings off seeing he's friend to overwhelming joy of him actually recognizing Odysseus he never took closer look at him. Now he did. And what he saw terrified him. Polities was transparent, not fully but he was. Odysseus coud see tru him. Like he was a ghost. He could see the blood falling from he's face, bleeding from wound he couldn't see. Pollities was dead.
He's vest friend was dead.
Animals chest was rasing and falling in unrytmic breaths. Shiwer ran tru he's body. Something grabbed he's lungs and squeezed hardly, he couldn't breatheâ
He was choking on he's own blood, lungs smashed into plat peaces unable to do anything. Gods he was drowning, drowning in he's own blood, red substance pooled in he's throat, he couldn't breatheâ
He failed him. He failed Polities. All of that didn't mather because he's best friend still died and Odysseus's couldn't do anything. He selfishly stick close to the palace, desperately wanting to see he's wife and son, while Polities died.
He was dead, dead, dead, deaddeaddeaddeadâ
Polites's face shifted into one of concern as he watched Odysseus suddenly become frantic. "Woah, hey, buddy- What's wrong? Are you okay?" Polites picked up Odysseus in both hands, cradling the owl like a small child, trying to comfort his suddenly spiraling friend. "I-I thought you knew-"
Odysseus's heart was beating quickly in he's chest. Fast enough it started to hurt. He's breath refuse to enter he lungs. Tear gathered in he's eyes. He's body hurt. Was he dying?
Was he back? Was he this who time lying bleeding in broken in stone floor and all of that he just imagine?
Something picked him up, wierd cold feeling quickly surrounded him.
There was body lying on the ground
Cold embrace clash against warm blood, smuthing pain off he's body. For some reasons ot was weirdly comforting. He muzzled closer, buried he's face in it.
He could swear he heard weak "captain" as he's last dying breath escaped body's mouth.
He shook as he cried pain a guilt swirled inside him. He's body hurt, he's heart hurt, squeezed witch grief so overwhelming.
Polities was lying on the ground. Body broken, puddle off blood quickly surrounded him. He should be there. Were he's glasses? Polities couldn't see wichout them.
Crack
Was he dead?
Someone was lying on the ground
They're corps melt an change. He could hear they're dying screams.
"CAPTAIN!"
CRACK
Voice's change but they were screaming the same. Witch every bone shocking "crack" new face was place upon corpses.
Captain...
.
It was broken, so so broken. But he still know who he was. He's eyes dull and dead, body smashed to the ground yet still recognizable. He shouldn't be laying there. He should welcome life witch open arms. Not death.
CRACK
This time club hit nobody
"Shhh... It's okay... Whatever you're seeing, you're not there anymore, I promise..." Polites continued cradling Odysseus, rocking him gently. As he continued comforting the poor owl, thinking of how to free his friend from whatever horrible trance he was in, an idea formed in his mind. "This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms..." Polites began to sing. "Whatever we face, we'll be fine if we're leading from the heart..." A tune Odysseus knew all too well. "No matter the place, we can light up the world, here's how to start..." Polites continued to gently rock Odysseus like one would a crying infant, gently stroking his feathers as he sang. "Greet the world with open arms, greet the world with open arms..."
Thru cracking bones, dying screams, splatter of blood and guts, Odysseus, Nobody could hear something. Muffled voice singing quiet melody. He can't catch words, everything is crashing with each other, tangled unheard mess.
Nice gentle felling pass thru he's body, smoothing all the pain. Odysseus, Nobody, grab those sounds and felling clinging to them desperately. Claws of panic slowly losses they hold of him. He can breathe more easily.
Pollities voice, singing well-know lullaby, he's gently rocking and pets, ground him in reality washing away rest of the panic he felt. Blood on the stones dried, crushed body disappear. There's just darkness and Polities voice. Tiredness and overwhelming sadness clung to he's body draging him down, down, down... He rest he's head on he's friend arm, witch singh that shook he's small frame. He didn't fell asleep just... Let himself rest absorbing the feeling.
Pollities was there. He was safe, he was fine. For now he could rest
"There you go, nice and easy..." Polites cooed, his voice smooth and soothing like warm honey. "You can relax, my friend." Polites continued his soothing ministrations, carefully stroking his friend's feathers and rocking him gently. "I'll be here whenever you're ready to face the world again. I'll never leave your side, not again. This I vow..." And he meant that. Every single word. Because Odysseus truly meant everything to him, even in the state he was in. For he was the sun, and Odysseus was his moon. And he would do everything in his power to ensure he shone just as brightly.
Soft purring escaped he's chest wibrating thru he's body. Nice felling of Polities pets, he's gentle fingers stoking Odysseus's feathers, brouth him comfort. Pollities always was like that, warm and loving shining brightli showering earth wit he's undying love. Light that guide former king thru the darkness of he's own mind. Even as a child he could smothe Odysseus's anxiety and worry first about he's father and later when he becomed king far to early. He guided him thru ten years of never-ending war. When blood splattered the ground and screems of dying soldiers echos thru field. He was there as bright and happy as ever. Like the ugliest part of this world wasn't exposed to him in it's all terrible glory. Odysseus's could never understand how he's could ceep he's happy attitude. King's own mind always tend to gravitate towards darkness, thoughs quickly spreads an spirals. And in the middle of the storm he was always there, he's anchor, he's light.
He was wibrating of how lound he pureed but he didn't mind. For one he just relaxed. Slowed down to catch a breath. He slowly rubbed he's cheek on mans forearm when he rested he's head. He wanted to show him how greatfull he was and that he was okay. Exhausted emotionally drained but... Okay. For once he was
Polites smiled softly as he felt the gentle vibrations of Odysseus's purring resonate through his arms. The sound was soothing, like the hum of a hearth fire on a cold night. He carefully stroked the owl's feathers, his touch was as light as a summer breeze. "Thatâs it, Ody," Polites murmured, his voice low and warm. "Let it all out. You've carried so much for so long⌠you deserve this moment to just be." Polites leaned down, pressing his forehead gently against Odysseus's feathery head. "You know⌠you were always my anchor too," Polites admitted, his voice soft and contemplative. "Through all the chaos and the pain, you kept me grounded and made me feel safe. Even now, you remind me of why I kept going." Polites's smile deepened as he felt Odysseus nuzzle his cheek against his arm. He let out a soft laugh. "Yeah, I know, I know. You're probably sick of me being sappy." He leaned back slightly, cradling Odysseus close as if shielding him from the world. "But you'll just have to get used to it. I'm not going anywhere, buddy. You're stuck with me."
If he still had a voice he could use, Odysseus would say, that he hopes Polities's never leaves him.
He would jump under the club ower and ower again, if that's mean he's friend was safe.
But he couldn't talk so che snuggle closer to him, soaking in safety felling that brought he's best friends arms. He wanted to tell him so many things, how much he loves he's friend, how much he adores him. How he never be sick of him. Even if Odysseus had hard time believing he could be somebody's anchor Polities's words bring warm to he's chest. He wanted to stay in this moment forever.
Polites felt a bittersweet emotion as Odysseus snuggled closer, his small, feathered form radiating a vulnerability Polites wasnât used to seeing in his fierce friend. He cradled him even tighter, his hands steady, as though willing his own strength into the trembling little body in his arms. Politesâs eyes grew distant momentarily, a flicker of sadness crossing his face. âI wish I couldâve done more for you⌠been stronger when you needed me. Maybe if I hadâŚâ He shook his head, pushing the thought aside. âBut thereâs no point in looking back, is there? Weâve got the here, and weâve got the now. And thatâs enough for me.â
Polites feels a gentle nudge and sounds of breathing behind him
"Arwoof?"
Three giant canine heads look at him
[ - @cerberus-goodest-boy-ever-rp ]
"Hm?" Polites turns to look at the source of the push, a smile forming as he sees Cerberus. Most would probably cower in fear at the mighty guardian of the Underworld, but Polites just saw a good boy. Good boys? "Well, hello there! How are you three?" Polites reaches up to give each head its fair share of headpats.
"Woof!"
The third head barked delightedly, while the middle head licked Polites' face
Polites chuckled as the middle head licked him, almost causing him to lose his balance. "I assume that means you're doing well?"
Polites feels a gentle nudge and sounds of breathing behind him
"Arwoof?"
Three giant canine heads look at him
[ - @cerberus-goodest-boy-ever-rp ]
"Hm?" Polites turns to look at the source of the push, a smile forming as he sees Cerberus. Most would probably cower in fear at the mighty guardian of the Underworld, but Polites just saw a good boy. Good boys? "Well, hello there! How are you three?" Polites reaches up to give each head its fair share of headpats.
You start felling strange wage pressing on your shoulder. Something light and soft brush your cheek. Whatever it is it wobble a little, like it's trying to catch ballance. Another soft thing smack you in the head. You feel spikes of pain in your shoulder, like you got stabbed by six needles. Pressure spikes arond your shoulder, strong grip is pressing needles deeper into your skin. After few seconds the feeling is lost. Whatever was grabbing you it let go. But the weight stayed. It stopped wobbling around, seems like it got it's ballance. Something warm and fluffy is pressed to your cheek, letting quiet little "coo". Surprisingly it's sounds apologetic. It seems to trying to apologize to you for stabing you witch it's talons
"WOAH-" Polites reacts mostly in surprise to the pain in his shoulder - he hasn't felt pain since he first died, so it was quite jarring. He put a hand on... whatever was on his shoulder, petting it gently. He nuzzled against it with his cheek as it pressed against him. "Well, hello, little critter! Don't worry, I'm alright. A little scratch is nothin'!"
It turns out to be... An owl, but even a glance can tell that it's not a regular owl â the animal itself is pretty small, now looking even smaller while pressed to your neck and cheek. Its feathers are different shades of brown, but that's only things that are considered normal. Between feathers are pooking awful looking scars â one on owlâs leg and the other on right side of face, big and ugly it looks like animalâs skull gotten crack open and then somehow it heal leaving big mark behind. Owlâs black beak has small cracks around its surface too. But that's not the weirdest thing, it's talons are made of gold, it's wearing a deep blue cloak with a golden boar pin. Around its waist there's a belt with little sacks attached to it and rolls of papyrus tug bechin. On its lower leg, a strange owl seems to have something resembling part of its armor. Your bandaid Peace of clothing is wrapped around the owl's right ankle. Animal opens its mismatched eyes â one in the warm color of bron, and the second light grey â its gaze is sharp and clever, and yet there's softness in it, and maybe⌠sadness? It hug to your hand, purring quietly
Polites tilts his head as he ponders the creature, noticing all the scarring first. A look of pity crossed his eyes, but his kind smile never faltered once. "You look like you've seen better days..." Polites mused, giving the owl a nice scratchy-scrootch under the chin and beak. "So have I, if you couldn't tell." Despite the implication, Polites chuckled, seemingly trying to comfort the critter, though he wasn't entirely sure if it could understand him. Noticing all the clothing and accessories the owl had, Polites asked a question, not really expecting it to be answered. "Do you belong to someone, perhaps? I doubt a normal owl would put its own clothes on..."
The owl till it's head, seems like considering the question. After few seconds of silence it seem like it comes to some kind of conclusion, nodding it's head like it trying to say "yes". It obviously can't talk so instead it jab the boar pin with it's beak and then look back at you expecting you to get what it trying to say
"Hm..." Polites takes a closer look at the pin, pondering for a moment. "That's... the boar Odysseus saved me from when we were little, isn't it-?" There were a few more moments of silence as Polites squinted at the pin, seemingly trying to remember something. "If I recall correctly... he said that Lady Athena had sent that boar..." Now there were two possible conclusions Polites could come to; that this owl belonged to Odysseus, which didn't seem quite right... or that this owl either belonged to, or better yet, was Athena. But what would the Goddess of War and Wisdom want with him?
The owl clearly get exited when you mentioned the boar. It started nodding it's head chipping happily.
He started to gets it
It extended it's leg, twisting it so the scar that's pooking under the armor is more visible. Unfortunately it seems to â again â loose balance and falls from your shoulder. Animal catch itself mid air and for few moments struggle to stai in air. Owl's movements seems... Odd... They awkward and uncoordinated, like a new born animal that's still is getting used to it's new body. It's weird because owl intron of you is clearly an adult, animal itself seems quite embarrassed itself from it's fall.
"Woah, hey-!" Polites reacted soon after the animal lost balance, extending an arm under the struggling creature so it could perch on his forearm if it wished. "Take it easy, fella... You're okay, I've got you." Polites only got a brief glimpse at the scar on the owl's leg, but it was enough to bring another memory to him. "Ody got hurt on that same leg fighting that boar..." He thought aloud, the gears turning even harder behind his eyes. What exactly was going on with this odd critter?
The owl perched on your forearm, rubing it's head as "thank you". When boar and he's name, it started chipping happily.
Conect the dots, conest the dots, conect the dots
It stare directly at your eyes, straining it's posture and puffing it's chest, trying to give itself more, proud pose. Right now he it, was happy that it's face was covered witch feather, during to big, embarrassed blush still on it's cheeks, after the fall.
Polites raised an eyebrow, a flicker of realization sparking in his gaze as he studied the owlâs proud pose. "You're not just some messenger or pet, are you? You're trying to tell me somethingâŚ" He gently lifted his arm closer to eye level, squinting at the owl. âThe scars, the boar pin, the clumsy flyingâŚâ Polites trailed off, his expression shifting from confusion to shock as the pieces finally clicked into place. âWait a second - Odysseus? I-Is that... you?â
It He screeched happily flapping he' wings. He got it! He finally got it! He rubbed he's head against Polities's cheek with affection. Happiness spreed through he's whole body. He's friend reginized him! After so long, fail after fail, someone did. He spent to loong watching he's loved ones mourning in sadness, grieving person who was right next to them
It hurt so much to see all the pain he coused, unable to fix it .
Words stucked in he's throat, melting, deforming into cheeps and hoots, unable to voice properly he's happiness, he just bounce on men's forearm (keeping in mind ti keep he's ballance, Odysseus already embarrassed himself enough)
Polites froze momentarily as the owl - no, Odysseus - rubbed its head against his cheek, the affectionate gesture filling him with joy and disbelief. "It is you!" Polites exclaimed, his voice catching in his throat. He let out a shaky laugh, his free hand coming up to gently cradle the little creature. "By the gods, Ody, what happened to you? H-How did this happen?"
Odysseus sends him unimpressed look. How in Hades he was going to explain that if he can't talk. Oh well it's time for him use he's (absolutely amazing) acting skills. He jumped (fallen) on the ground standing in front of he's friend making sure he was watching him. He puffed he's feathers and straighten he's posture trying to make himself much bigger. He closed one of he's eyes, and cowered he's head witch feathers. Animal tried to made an angry threatening face witch angry growl, that sounded more like cats purr. He lifted he's leg stomping hardly on the ground. Then he drop he's weird pose, insted he flap he's wings in pretended panic bolting upward. He spined dramatically falling flat on he's back poking he's legs upward and sticking he's tounge. After laying down for fer seconds he get up, stretching himself upward trying to gets as tall as possible. He's posture is stiff and proud â but in more exaggerate and (little) mocking manner â he, again tooks ridiculously large steps circling around spot he was laying slowly shaking he's head in displeasure. He do some weird gesture and them curled himself to the tinniest ball possible, just to spring up flapping he's wings like he wanted to say "ta-da". Odysseus looks at Polities's expecting he's friends to gets wat he was trying to say
Polites blinked, utterly baffled by Odysseus's bizarre performance. His head tilted as he watched each exaggerated movement, his expression shifting between confusion and amusement. He was never good at guessing games - that was always more Odysseus's forte. Good grief⌠"Okay, uh⌠let's break this downâŚ" Polites muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to piece together what Odysseus was trying to convey. "Okay⌠angry⌠threatening⌠then panic?" Polites muttered, rubbing his chin as he tried to piece it together. "Something attacked you? Hurt you?" "Wait, were you⌠killed? No, that doesn't make sense - you're right hereâŚ" Polites trailed off from the thought, thinking. Finally, something seemed to click into place - whether it was just a lucky guess or Polites was genuinely able to decipher the weird owl charades, the world may never know. His eyes widened, and he snapped his fingers. "Athena! She did this, didn't she? Owls are kinda her thingâŚ" Polites crouched down and sat on his heels, his expression a mix of frustration and concern. "What did you do to make her so mad she turned you into a bird? OrâŚ" He hesitated, his voice softening. "Was it to save you? After you died?" Polites reached out, gently cupping Odysseus's fluffy face in both his hands. "You've gotta tell me if I'm on the right track, buddy. You know I'm bad at these things!" Polites added with a nervous chuckle.
Odysseus - again - sends his unimpressed look⢠when Polities mentioned angering Athena, he was well-behaved, thank you very much, but when he's friend mentioned him dying he's eyes sparkle. Yes, yes! He was trying to communicate that by happy cheers. Even if him dying was not that fun things.
Broken bones, splaterred blood, pain, pain pain, painâ
He wiggled he's face from Polities's hands even when he didn't want to he's hugs always was the best and gently jab Polities's bandaid peace of clothing tie to he's leg, placing he's face back in Polities's hands
"So you did die..." Polites said as he gently pet Odysseus - a thing he honestly didn't think he'd be doing in his not-life, but oh well. "I guess that makes two of us, haha!" For someone who had a pretty traumatic death, Polites was pretty chill about the subject. Did this man ever get upset about anything?
Odysseus purred happily enjoying the pet's,
he always loved it when Penelope was doing the same thing. He missed her so much.
,but froze almost immediately when Polities mentioned he's dead. He lifted he's head and looked at he's friend, actually looked. Between bitter-sweet fellings off seeing he's friend to overwhelming joy of him actually recognizing Odysseus he never took closer look at him. Now he did. And what he saw terrified him. Polities was transparent, not fully but he was. Odysseus coud see tru him. Like he was a ghost. He could see the blood falling from he's face, bleeding from wound he couldn't see. Pollities was dead.
He's vest friend was dead.
Animals chest was rasing and falling in unrytmic breaths. Shiwer ran tru he's body. Something grabbed he's lungs and squeezed hardly, he couldn't breatheâ
He was choking on he's own blood, lungs smashed into plat peaces unable to do anything. Gods he was drowning, drowning in he's own blood, red substance pooled in he's throat, he couldn't breatheâ
He failed him. He failed Polities. All of that didn't mather because he's best friend still died and Odysseus's couldn't do anything. He selfishly stick close to the palace, desperately wanting to see he's wife and son, while Polities died.
He was dead, dead, dead, deaddeaddeaddeadâ
Polites's face shifted into one of concern as he watched Odysseus suddenly become frantic. "Woah, hey, buddy- What's wrong? Are you okay?" Polites picked up Odysseus in both hands, cradling the owl like a small child, trying to comfort his suddenly spiraling friend. "I-I thought you knew-"
Odysseus's heart was beating quickly in he's chest. Fast enough it started to hurt. He's breath refuse to enter he lungs. Tear gathered in he's eyes. He's body hurt. Was he dying?
Was he back? Was he this who time lying bleeding in broken in stone floor and all of that he just imagine?
Something picked him up, wierd cold feeling quickly surrounded him.
There was body lying on the ground
Cold embrace clash against warm blood, smuthing pain off he's body. For some reasons ot was weirdly comforting. He muzzled closer, buried he's face in it.
He could swear he heard weak "captain" as he's last dying breath escaped body's mouth.
He shook as he cried pain a guilt swirled inside him. He's body hurt, he's heart hurt, squeezed witch grief so overwhelming.
Polities was lying on the ground. Body broken, puddle off blood quickly surrounded him. He should be there. Were he's glasses? Polities couldn't see wichout them.
Crack
Was he dead?
Someone was lying on the ground
They're corps melt an change. He could hear they're dying screams.
"CAPTAIN!"
CRACK
Voice's change but they were screaming the same. Witch every bone shocking "crack" new face was place upon corpses.
Captain...
.
It was broken, so so broken. But he still know who he was. He's eyes dull and dead, body smashed to the ground yet still recognizable. He shouldn't be laying there. He should welcome life witch open arms. Not death.
CRACK
This time club hit nobody
"Shhh... It's okay... Whatever you're seeing, you're not there anymore, I promise..." Polites continued cradling Odysseus, rocking him gently. As he continued comforting the poor owl, thinking of how to free his friend from whatever horrible trance he was in, an idea formed in his mind. "This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms..." Polites began to sing. "Whatever we face, we'll be fine if we're leading from the heart..." A tune Odysseus knew all too well. "No matter the place, we can light up the world, here's how to start..." Polites continued to gently rock Odysseus like one would a crying infant, gently stroking his feathers as he sang. "Greet the world with open arms, greet the world with open arms..."
Thru cracking bones, dying screams, splatter of blood and guts, Odysseus, Nobody could hear something. Muffled voice singing quiet melody. He can't catch words, everything is crashing with each other, tangled unheard mess.
Nice gentle felling pass thru he's body, smoothing all the pain. Odysseus, Nobody, grab those sounds and felling clinging to them desperately. Claws of panic slowly losses they hold of him. He can breathe more easily.
Pollities voice, singing well-know lullaby, he's gently rocking and pets, ground him in reality washing away rest of the panic he felt. Blood on the stones dried, crushed body disappear. There's just darkness and Polities voice. Tiredness and overwhelming sadness clung to he's body draging him down, down, down... He rest he's head on he's friend arm, witch singh that shook he's small frame. He didn't fell asleep just... Let himself rest absorbing the feeling.
Pollities was there. He was safe, he was fine. For now he could rest
"There you go, nice and easy..." Polites cooed, his voice smooth and soothing like warm honey. "You can relax, my friend." Polites continued his soothing ministrations, carefully stroking his friend's feathers and rocking him gently. "I'll be here whenever you're ready to face the world again. I'll never leave your side, not again. This I vow..." And he meant that. Every single word. Because Odysseus truly meant everything to him, even in the state he was in. For he was the sun, and Odysseus was his moon. And he would do everything in his power to ensure he shone just as brightly.
Soft purring escaped he's chest wibrating thru he's body. Nice felling of Polities pets, he's gentle fingers stoking Odysseus's feathers, brouth him comfort. Pollities always was like that, warm and loving shining brightli showering earth wit he's undying love. Light that guide former king thru the darkness of he's own mind. Even as a child he could smothe Odysseus's anxiety and worry first about he's father and later when he becomed king far to early. He guided him thru ten years of never-ending war. When blood splattered the ground and screems of dying soldiers echos thru field. He was there as bright and happy as ever. Like the ugliest part of this world wasn't exposed to him in it's all terrible glory. Odysseus's could never understand how he's could ceep he's happy attitude. King's own mind always tend to gravitate towards darkness, thoughs quickly spreads an spirals. And in the middle of the storm he was always there, he's anchor, he's light.
He was wibrating of how lound he pureed but he didn't mind. For one he just relaxed. Slowed down to catch a breath. He slowly rubbed he's cheek on mans forearm when he rested he's head. He wanted to show him how greatfull he was and that he was okay. Exhausted emotionally drained but... Okay. For once he was
Polites smiled softly as he felt the gentle vibrations of Odysseus's purring resonate through his arms. The sound was soothing, like the hum of a hearth fire on a cold night. He carefully stroked the owl's feathers, his touch was as light as a summer breeze. "Thatâs it, Ody," Polites murmured, his voice low and warm. "Let it all out. You've carried so much for so long⌠you deserve this moment to just be." Polites leaned down, pressing his forehead gently against Odysseus's feathery head. "You know⌠you were always my anchor too," Polites admitted, his voice soft and contemplative. "Through all the chaos and the pain, you kept me grounded and made me feel safe. Even now, you remind me of why I kept going." Polites's smile deepened as he felt Odysseus nuzzle his cheek against his arm. He let out a soft laugh. "Yeah, I know, I know. You're probably sick of me being sappy." He leaned back slightly, cradling Odysseus close as if shielding him from the world. "But you'll just have to get used to it. I'm not going anywhere, buddy. You're stuck with me."
You start felling strange wage pressing on your shoulder. Something light and soft brush your cheek. Whatever it is it wobble a little, like it's trying to catch ballance. Another soft thing smack you in the head. You feel spikes of pain in your shoulder, like you got stabbed by six needles. Pressure spikes arond your shoulder, strong grip is pressing needles deeper into your skin. After few seconds the feeling is lost. Whatever was grabbing you it let go. But the weight stayed. It stopped wobbling around, seems like it got it's ballance. Something warm and fluffy is pressed to your cheek, letting quiet little "coo". Surprisingly it's sounds apologetic. It seems to trying to apologize to you for stabing you witch it's talons
"WOAH-" Polites reacts mostly in surprise to the pain in his shoulder - he hasn't felt pain since he first died, so it was quite jarring. He put a hand on... whatever was on his shoulder, petting it gently. He nuzzled against it with his cheek as it pressed against him. "Well, hello, little critter! Don't worry, I'm alright. A little scratch is nothin'!"
It turns out to be... An owl, but even a glance can tell that it's not a regular owl â the animal itself is pretty small, now looking even smaller while pressed to your neck and cheek. Its feathers are different shades of brown, but that's only things that are considered normal. Between feathers are pooking awful looking scars â one on owlâs leg and the other on right side of face, big and ugly it looks like animalâs skull gotten crack open and then somehow it heal leaving big mark behind. Owlâs black beak has small cracks around its surface too. But that's not the weirdest thing, it's talons are made of gold, it's wearing a deep blue cloak with a golden boar pin. Around its waist there's a belt with little sacks attached to it and rolls of papyrus tug bechin. On its lower leg, a strange owl seems to have something resembling part of its armor. Your bandaid Peace of clothing is wrapped around the owl's right ankle. Animal opens its mismatched eyes â one in the warm color of bron, and the second light grey â its gaze is sharp and clever, and yet there's softness in it, and maybe⌠sadness? It hug to your hand, purring quietly
Polites tilts his head as he ponders the creature, noticing all the scarring first. A look of pity crossed his eyes, but his kind smile never faltered once. "You look like you've seen better days..." Polites mused, giving the owl a nice scratchy-scrootch under the chin and beak. "So have I, if you couldn't tell." Despite the implication, Polites chuckled, seemingly trying to comfort the critter, though he wasn't entirely sure if it could understand him. Noticing all the clothing and accessories the owl had, Polites asked a question, not really expecting it to be answered. "Do you belong to someone, perhaps? I doubt a normal owl would put its own clothes on..."
The owl till it's head, seems like considering the question. After few seconds of silence it seem like it comes to some kind of conclusion, nodding it's head like it trying to say "yes". It obviously can't talk so instead it jab the boar pin with it's beak and then look back at you expecting you to get what it trying to say
"Hm..." Polites takes a closer look at the pin, pondering for a moment. "That's... the boar Odysseus saved me from when we were little, isn't it-?" There were a few more moments of silence as Polites squinted at the pin, seemingly trying to remember something. "If I recall correctly... he said that Lady Athena had sent that boar..." Now there were two possible conclusions Polites could come to; that this owl belonged to Odysseus, which didn't seem quite right... or that this owl either belonged to, or better yet, was Athena. But what would the Goddess of War and Wisdom want with him?
The owl clearly get exited when you mentioned the boar. It started nodding it's head chipping happily.
He started to gets it
It extended it's leg, twisting it so the scar that's pooking under the armor is more visible. Unfortunately it seems to â again â loose balance and falls from your shoulder. Animal catch itself mid air and for few moments struggle to stai in air. Owl's movements seems... Odd... They awkward and uncoordinated, like a new born animal that's still is getting used to it's new body. It's weird because owl intron of you is clearly an adult, animal itself seems quite embarrassed itself from it's fall.
"Woah, hey-!" Polites reacted soon after the animal lost balance, extending an arm under the struggling creature so it could perch on his forearm if it wished. "Take it easy, fella... You're okay, I've got you." Polites only got a brief glimpse at the scar on the owl's leg, but it was enough to bring another memory to him. "Ody got hurt on that same leg fighting that boar..." He thought aloud, the gears turning even harder behind his eyes. What exactly was going on with this odd critter?
The owl perched on your forearm, rubing it's head as "thank you". When boar and he's name, it started chipping happily.
Conect the dots, conest the dots, conect the dots
It stare directly at your eyes, straining it's posture and puffing it's chest, trying to give itself more, proud pose. Right now he it, was happy that it's face was covered witch feather, during to big, embarrassed blush still on it's cheeks, after the fall.
Polites raised an eyebrow, a flicker of realization sparking in his gaze as he studied the owlâs proud pose. "You're not just some messenger or pet, are you? You're trying to tell me somethingâŚ" He gently lifted his arm closer to eye level, squinting at the owl. âThe scars, the boar pin, the clumsy flyingâŚâ Polites trailed off, his expression shifting from confusion to shock as the pieces finally clicked into place. âWait a second - Odysseus? I-Is that... you?â
It He screeched happily flapping he' wings. He got it! He finally got it! He rubbed he's head against Polities's cheek with affection. Happiness spreed through he's whole body. He's friend reginized him! After so long, fail after fail, someone did. He spent to loong watching he's loved ones mourning in sadness, grieving person who was right next to them
It hurt so much to see all the pain he coused, unable to fix it .
Words stucked in he's throat, melting, deforming into cheeps and hoots, unable to voice properly he's happiness, he just bounce on men's forearm (keeping in mind ti keep he's ballance, Odysseus already embarrassed himself enough)
Polites froze momentarily as the owl - no, Odysseus - rubbed its head against his cheek, the affectionate gesture filling him with joy and disbelief. "It is you!" Polites exclaimed, his voice catching in his throat. He let out a shaky laugh, his free hand coming up to gently cradle the little creature. "By the gods, Ody, what happened to you? H-How did this happen?"
Odysseus sends him unimpressed look. How in Hades he was going to explain that if he can't talk. Oh well it's time for him use he's (absolutely amazing) acting skills. He jumped (fallen) on the ground standing in front of he's friend making sure he was watching him. He puffed he's feathers and straighten he's posture trying to make himself much bigger. He closed one of he's eyes, and cowered he's head witch feathers. Animal tried to made an angry threatening face witch angry growl, that sounded more like cats purr. He lifted he's leg stomping hardly on the ground. Then he drop he's weird pose, insted he flap he's wings in pretended panic bolting upward. He spined dramatically falling flat on he's back poking he's legs upward and sticking he's tounge. After laying down for fer seconds he get up, stretching himself upward trying to gets as tall as possible. He's posture is stiff and proud â but in more exaggerate and (little) mocking manner â he, again tooks ridiculously large steps circling around spot he was laying slowly shaking he's head in displeasure. He do some weird gesture and them curled himself to the tinniest ball possible, just to spring up flapping he's wings like he wanted to say "ta-da". Odysseus looks at Polities's expecting he's friends to gets wat he was trying to say
Polites blinked, utterly baffled by Odysseus's bizarre performance. His head tilted as he watched each exaggerated movement, his expression shifting between confusion and amusement. He was never good at guessing games - that was always more Odysseus's forte. Good grief⌠"Okay, uh⌠let's break this downâŚ" Polites muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to piece together what Odysseus was trying to convey. "Okay⌠angry⌠threatening⌠then panic?" Polites muttered, rubbing his chin as he tried to piece it together. "Something attacked you? Hurt you?" "Wait, were you⌠killed? No, that doesn't make sense - you're right hereâŚ" Polites trailed off from the thought, thinking. Finally, something seemed to click into place - whether it was just a lucky guess or Polites was genuinely able to decipher the weird owl charades, the world may never know. His eyes widened, and he snapped his fingers. "Athena! She did this, didn't she? Owls are kinda her thingâŚ" Polites crouched down and sat on his heels, his expression a mix of frustration and concern. "What did you do to make her so mad she turned you into a bird? OrâŚ" He hesitated, his voice softening. "Was it to save you? After you died?" Polites reached out, gently cupping Odysseus's fluffy face in both his hands. "You've gotta tell me if I'm on the right track, buddy. You know I'm bad at these things!" Polites added with a nervous chuckle.
Odysseus - again - sends his unimpressed look⢠when Polities mentioned angering Athena, he was well-behaved, thank you very much, but when he's friend mentioned him dying he's eyes sparkle. Yes, yes! He was trying to communicate that by happy cheers. Even if him dying was not that fun things.
Broken bones, splaterred blood, pain, pain pain, painâ
He wiggled he's face from Polities's hands even when he didn't want to he's hugs always was the best and gently jab Polities's bandaid peace of clothing tie to he's leg, placing he's face back in Polities's hands
"So you did die..." Polites said as he gently pet Odysseus - a thing he honestly didn't think he'd be doing in his not-life, but oh well. "I guess that makes two of us, haha!" For someone who had a pretty traumatic death, Polites was pretty chill about the subject. Did this man ever get upset about anything?
Odysseus purred happily enjoying the pet's,
he always loved it when Penelope was doing the same thing. He missed her so much.
,but froze almost immediately when Polities mentioned he's dead. He lifted he's head and looked at he's friend, actually looked. Between bitter-sweet fellings off seeing he's friend to overwhelming joy of him actually recognizing Odysseus he never took closer look at him. Now he did. And what he saw terrified him. Polities was transparent, not fully but he was. Odysseus coud see tru him. Like he was a ghost. He could see the blood falling from he's face, bleeding from wound he couldn't see. Pollities was dead.
He's vest friend was dead.
Animals chest was rasing and falling in unrytmic breaths. Shiwer ran tru he's body. Something grabbed he's lungs and squeezed hardly, he couldn't breatheâ
He was choking on he's own blood, lungs smashed into plat peaces unable to do anything. Gods he was drowning, drowning in he's own blood, red substance pooled in he's throat, he couldn't breatheâ
He failed him. He failed Polities. All of that didn't mather because he's best friend still died and Odysseus's couldn't do anything. He selfishly stick close to the palace, desperately wanting to see he's wife and son, while Polities died.
He was dead, dead, dead, deaddeaddeaddeadâ
Polites's face shifted into one of concern as he watched Odysseus suddenly become frantic. "Woah, hey, buddy- What's wrong? Are you okay?" Polites picked up Odysseus in both hands, cradling the owl like a small child, trying to comfort his suddenly spiraling friend. "I-I thought you knew-"
Odysseus's heart was beating quickly in he's chest. Fast enough it started to hurt. He's breath refuse to enter he lungs. Tear gathered in he's eyes. He's body hurt. Was he dying?
Was he back? Was he this who time lying bleeding in broken in stone floor and all of that he just imagine?
Something picked him up, wierd cold feeling quickly surrounded him.
There was body lying on the ground
Cold embrace clash against warm blood, smuthing pain off he's body. For some reasons ot was weirdly comforting. He muzzled closer, buried he's face in it.
He could swear he heard weak "captain" as he's last dying breath escaped body's mouth.
He shook as he cried pain a guilt swirled inside him. He's body hurt, he's heart hurt, squeezed witch grief so overwhelming.
Polities was lying on the ground. Body broken, puddle off blood quickly surrounded him. He should be there. Were he's glasses? Polities couldn't see wichout them.
Crack
Was he dead?
Someone was lying on the ground
They're corps melt an change. He could hear they're dying screams.
"CAPTAIN!"
CRACK
Voice's change but they were screaming the same. Witch every bone shocking "crack" new face was place upon corpses.
Captain...
.
It was broken, so so broken. But he still know who he was. He's eyes dull and dead, body smashed to the ground yet still recognizable. He shouldn't be laying there. He should welcome life witch open arms. Not death.
CRACK
This time club hit nobody
"Shhh... It's okay... Whatever you're seeing, you're not there anymore, I promise..." Polites continued cradling Odysseus, rocking him gently. As he continued comforting the poor owl, thinking of how to free his friend from whatever horrible trance he was in, an idea formed in his mind. "This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms..." Polites began to sing. "Whatever we face, we'll be fine if we're leading from the heart..." A tune Odysseus knew all too well. "No matter the place, we can light up the world, here's how to start..." Polites continued to gently rock Odysseus like one would a crying infant, gently stroking his feathers as he sang. "Greet the world with open arms, greet the world with open arms..."
Thru cracking bones, dying screams, splatter of blood and guts, Odysseus, Nobody could hear something. Muffled voice singing quiet melody. He can't catch words, everything is crashing with each other, tangled unheard mess.
Nice gentle felling pass thru he's body, smoothing all the pain. Odysseus, Nobody, grab those sounds and felling clinging to them desperately. Claws of panic slowly losses they hold of him. He can breathe more easily.
Pollities voice, singing well-know lullaby, he's gently rocking and pets, ground him in reality washing away rest of the panic he felt. Blood on the stones dried, crushed body disappear. There's just darkness and Polities voice. Tiredness and overwhelming sadness clung to he's body draging him down, down, down... He rest he's head on he's friend arm, witch singh that shook he's small frame. He didn't fell asleep just... Let himself rest absorbing the feeling.
Pollities was there. He was safe, he was fine. For now he could rest
"There you go, nice and easy..." Polites cooed, his voice smooth and soothing like warm honey. "You can relax, my friend." Polites continued his soothing ministrations, carefully stroking his friend's feathers and rocking him gently. "I'll be here whenever you're ready to face the world again. I'll never leave your side, not again. This I vow..." And he meant that. Every single word. Because Odysseus truly meant everything to him, even in the state he was in. For he was the sun, and Odysseus was his moon. And he would do everything in his power to ensure he shone just as brightly.
