#<- don't make me have them shoot you with your own bow /ref /j /silly

[luck-and-loss]

"Deep breaths, my friend. It'll pass." Eurylochus hums, reaching out to place his palm on Polites' back, rubbing small circles until his breathing evens out. Something about the sight is oh so familiar and not in a way he welcomed.

Eurylochus had been wandering for what felt like an eternity. After the thunder and the excruciating pain that came with it, he was swiftly whisked to the underworld. Over the hours, or days, he wasn't quite sure how to measure time in this place. The soldier found what he'd been looking for.

"Polites?" He calls, the name feeling like a breath of fresh air, slipping from his mouth as easy as it had when they'd both been alive.

He hadn't forgotten about that moment; the tightness in his chest as he watched the life slip from his friend's eyes, once so bright. The dull look would forever haunt him, as would the feeling of blood on his hands. But his promise - he wouldn't ever let that go. He hadn't.

[He'd found himself idly staring down into the Lethe once more, having nothing better to do- if he listenes closely, he swears he can almost hear the voices of his crew and captain as they sail down it as they had once before, the creaking vessel carrying them down it. He paused slightly as one of those voices becomes reality, instantly recognizing it as he looks back behind him. Something within him lights up at the sight of the second in command, and he can feel tears stinging his eyes near instantly.]

"Eurylochus-?"

[op3n-arms]

[The fit passes within a few moments, though it leaves Polites trembling as he struggles to catch his breath. He closes his eyes with a shaky sigh, subconsciously wiping his lips due to the feeling of the blood against them, though the line of crimson is unaffected by his touch.] "I-I'm alright- I just- need a second-"

Eurylochus had been wandering for what felt like an eternity. After the thunder and the excruciating pain that came with it, he was swiftly whisked to the underworld. Over the hours, or days, he wasn't quite sure how to measure time in this place. The soldier found what he'd been looking for.

"Polites?" He calls, the name feeling like a breath of fresh air, slipping from his mouth as easy as it had when they'd both been alive.

He hadn't forgotten about that moment; the tightness in his chest as he watched the life slip from his friend's eyes, once so bright. The dull look would forever haunt him, as would the feeling of blood on his hands. But his promise - he wouldn't ever let that go. He hadn't.

[He'd found himself idly staring down into the Lethe once more, having nothing better to do- if he listenes closely, he swears he can almost hear the voices of his crew and captain as they sail down it as they had once before, the creaking vessel carrying them down it. He paused slightly as one of those voices becomes reality, instantly recognizing it as he looks back behind him. Something within him lights up at the sight of the second in command, and he can feel tears stinging his eyes near instantly.]

"Eurylochus-?"

[luck-and-loss]

Eurylochus nods, wondering fleetingly what the company of a blind soul was like. Though, having traveled the underworld for quite some time now, he supposed it must be better than the aching loneliness only broken by the chills caused by the ghosts roaming about in similar loss.

"Polites?" His reminiscing is taken by the sound, and his hands pull back from his friend's form, half prepared to wipe blood drip from his lips. When he doesn't see it fall, he remembers their predicament. Not alive. Not dying. Yet, Polites looks like he is doing so once again.

Eurylochus had been wandering for what felt like an eternity. After the thunder and the excruciating pain that came with it, he was swiftly whisked to the underworld. Over the hours, or days, he wasn't quite sure how to measure time in this place. The soldier found what he'd been looking for.

"Polites?" He calls, the name feeling like a breath of fresh air, slipping from his mouth as easy as it had when they'd both been alive.

He hadn't forgotten about that moment; the tightness in his chest as he watched the life slip from his friend's eyes, once so bright. The dull look would forever haunt him, as would the feeling of blood on his hands. But his promise - he wouldn't ever let that go. He hadn't.

[He'd found himself idly staring down into the Lethe once more, having nothing better to do- if he listenes closely, he swears he can almost hear the voices of his crew and captain as they sail down it as they had once before, the creaking vessel carrying them down it. He paused slightly as one of those voices becomes reality, instantly recognizing it as he looks back behind him. Something within him lights up at the sight of the second in command, and he can feel tears stinging his eyes near instantly.]

"Eurylochus-?"

[op3n-arms]

"Yeah! They're actually really kind, they've kept me company while I've been down here." [He smiles lightly as he tilts his head to the side a bit, a painful similarity to how he'd been in life. He hadn't changed a bit, even in death. He can see the unspoken memories in his brother's eyes as his expression softens, and he opens his mouth to voice his concerns before he's cut off by a sudden fit of coughing. The feeling of his lungs closing in on themselves adds to his panic as he covers his mouth with one hand, stepping back slightly as he squints his eyes shut.]

Eurylochus had been wandering for what felt like an eternity. After the thunder and the excruciating pain that came with it, he was swiftly whisked to the underworld. Over the hours, or days, he wasn't quite sure how to measure time in this place. The soldier found what he'd been looking for.

"Polites?" He calls, the name feeling like a breath of fresh air, slipping from his mouth as easy as it had when they'd both been alive.

He hadn't forgotten about that moment; the tightness in his chest as he watched the life slip from his friend's eyes, once so bright. The dull look would forever haunt him, as would the feeling of blood on his hands. But his promise - he wouldn't ever let that go. He hadn't.

[He'd found himself idly staring down into the Lethe once more, having nothing better to do- if he listenes closely, he swears he can almost hear the voices of his crew and captain as they sail down it as they had once before, the creaking vessel carrying them down it. He paused slightly as one of those voices becomes reality, instantly recognizing it as he looks back behind him. Something within him lights up at the sight of the second in command, and he can feel tears stinging his eyes near instantly.]

"Eurylochus-?"