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❝ She’s my everything ,
Penelope of Ithaca.
loving mother , loyal wife . the queen of ithaca, smarter than you know .
nsfw / semi - selective
portrayal of #authoredbyaries
My Penelope . ❞
she wanders through palace halls late a night.
slips into darkened passageways that ody had showed her years before, and finally escapes onto sodden fields.
slipping her sandals off as bare feet embrace the whispy grass. as her toes sink into the wet dirt.
she’s missed this.
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she couldn’t help but at first try to reach out , to cradle his face in her hands as if he were young again . he was still so young to her . he always would be .
restraining herself , she shakes her head solemnly . “ shh , there is nothing that you could do to make them ” {+}
she gracefully lowers herself to be seated besides him , folding her hands within her lap .
his furrowed brow only caused to worry her more . it was obvious to her that something gnawed at the boy , though she would not force a disclosure . {+}
she gazes out upon the sea .
waves crashed and seemed as if to shake the cliffs she stood upon .
she wonders what lies upon the bottom of that sea . if it obscures the pearlescent bones of her love .
she wonders often if she should join that water depth .
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“ could I not say the same for you , my son ? ”
she smiles gratefully at his actions . she had taught him well .
“ I needed . . . a walk , I suppose . Space . Too much time in my room . . . It sets my mind to wander . ” she sighs , softly , gazing at Telemachus . {+}
she walks thru the halls , her head held high .
her posture regal , as she scans the slumped forms of drunken men that populated her palace .
face neutral , she settles her gaze upon the { READER } .
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// like for a random prompt ; comment for a specific one !
I will be writing at least a paragraph or two to start us :) I miss writing my girl so please <3
// like for a random prompt ; comment for a specific one !
I will be writing at least a paragraph or two to start us :) I miss writing my girl so please <3
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gently pressing a kiss to his forehead ; her thumb was softly brushing against his cheeks .
“ Gods be damned if I let us part again . ”
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