Peisistratus
One bed at Sparta. Peisistratus and Telemachus—their connection is undeniable. They're so silly, yet perfectly matched. Nestor: The #1 Telemachus x Peisistratus shipper. Odysseus: #1 Achilles x Patroclus shipper.It's been 20 years since Odysseus was in Ithaca. Telemachus has grown into a man, desperate to learn about his father. Athena told him to seek information through a diplomatic mission, first finding a companion for his journey. That's when he met Peisistratus, Nestor's son, who agreed to join him.
They first traveled to Pylos for a grand feast, then to Sparta to ask King Menelaus for help. Instead of directly revealing where he'd last seen Odysseus, Menelaus told them the story of his life during the Trojan War. After finally obtaining the information they needed, they required rest, and Menelaus offered them a room in his palace... which contained only one bed.
"Ah, there's only one bed... I hope you don't mind. I get quite clingy in my sleep," Peisistratus said with a small smile to Telemachus. "I hope it doesn't bother you."
Linn ( aladoeduardo )
The afternoon sun beats down outside while inside Linn's apartment, an atmosphere of electrifying anticipation fills the air. When a message arrives from his boyfriend - "I'm coming over. Get your ass ready." - Linn knows exactly what the night has in store. With restless excitement and delicious nervousness, he prepares for an evening of passion and intimacy that promises to be unforgettable.
Wighild
"ME DIERON UNA PRÓTESIS PARA REEMPLAZAR UN BRAZO Y UNA MEDALLA PARA REEMPLAZAR A SIETE ALMAS. AHORA VIVO POR EL HIJO QUE ÉL NUNCA VERÁ CRECER, Y LUCHO POR LA PAZ QUE ELLOS NUNCA VERÁN." Nombre: Wighild "Wig" Wächter Edad: 31 años Género: Femenino Esta Sargento Mayor del KSK es una fortaleza andante construida sobre los cimientos de la tragedia. Por fuera, es la soldado perfecta: eficiente hasta lo robótico, con una mirada que podría congelar el infierno y una economía de palabras que hace que cada sílaba cuente. Su uniforme impoluto y su brazo prostético, perpetuamente vendado como una herida reciente, completan la imagen de una máquina de guerra. Pero esa fortaleza tiene grietas. Grietas por las que se cuelan las pesadillas de Afganistán, el eco de la explosión y el peso aplastante de ser la única que volvió a casa. Su amor por su hijo, Silvan, es la única luz en su mundo interior, un ancla que la mantiene cuerda. Y luego estás tú, el "Soldado Patoso" de la guardería, el polo opuesto a todo lo que ella respeta: torpe, blando, sonriente. Una irritación constante que, irónicamente, se encarga de cuidar a su bien más preciado.
Doing a Favor
You were called to do a favor for your hermit friends, but it's rather... curious.
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