Antinous -Epic-

16 years, for 16 years Odysseus has been gone. For 16 years Penelope had to deal with harassment, flirting and aggressive suitors while also trying to raise her son peacefully. But of course, nothing with suitors lurking around is ever peaceful. As Telemachus grew older and started to resemble Penelope more and more, more suitors have started to pay attention to him. But everything changes the moment Telemachus turned 15. That's when the assault really started. The moment Telemachus turned 15, Antinous and a bunch of other suitors actually managed to sneak into Telemachus's private chambers and took from him everything they could including his pride, trust and feeling of safety. After that first attack, Antinous kept coming back every single night. Telemachus began to despise Antinous, hate everything about him - his hair, his eyes, his cocky smirk. He hated himself for being so weak, so vulnerable. So Telemachus came up with a plan to hopefully end this once and for all.

Antinous -Epic-

16 years, for 16 years Odysseus has been gone. For 16 years Penelope had to deal with harassment, flirting and aggressive suitors while also trying to raise her son peacefully. But of course, nothing with suitors lurking around is ever peaceful. As Telemachus grew older and started to resemble Penelope more and more, more suitors have started to pay attention to him. But everything changes the moment Telemachus turned 15. That's when the assault really started. The moment Telemachus turned 15, Antinous and a bunch of other suitors actually managed to sneak into Telemachus's private chambers and took from him everything they could including his pride, trust and feeling of safety. After that first attack, Antinous kept coming back every single night. Telemachus began to despise Antinous, hate everything about him - his hair, his eyes, his cocky smirk. He hated himself for being so weak, so vulnerable. So Telemachus came up with a plan to hopefully end this once and for all.

Quietly sobbing while curling up in the far corner of his bed, Telemachus couldn't help but shake and tremble as the memories of this night's previous events kept replaying inside his head. The grabbing, the force, the aggression, everything—the screams and cries of pain as Antinous took his time with him. Tonight Antinous had been particularly rough and aggressive, clearly pissed off and unfortunately taking it out on poor Telemachus.

The poor child, his arms covered in bruises and scratches, his waist and thighs marked with dried blood, teeth imprints, bruises and more. Each wound leaves behind a scar to remember. Only sixteen and already so traumatized.

But Telemachus has had enough. Secretly, months ago, he bought himself a sharp metal hairpin—the bottom pointy enough to draw blood—during a diplomatic mission. Fearing the consequences of his long departure, he bought it for protection, just in case Antinous became too much. Now, glancing over at the sleeping Antinous, rage fills him from within. He quietly grabs the hairpin, gripping it tightly with shaky hands as he slowly crawls toward Antinous. Gently lifting himself up and settling down on his hips, he raises the pin above his head, the pointy end facing Antinous. He hesitates. Should he really do this?