#also odysseus’s will to live is basically just a nickname for his wife. she is his will to live. but I thought that’d be too vague

[captainyaps]

Odysseus: i miss my w-

Diomedes: im going to kill myself if i hear about your wife again.

Odysseus: … i was going to say will to live. But when you put it that way… I think I miss my wife more, did you know that I carved our bed out of a living tree and she-

Diomedes: *agonised screaming*

[uselessmoonlight]

Character sheet

Reader is Telemachus' friend, and when he leaves for his "diplomatic mission" he asks her to watch over his mother.

Later, once the king has returned, she stumbles upon an injured Poseidon.

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Content specs: she/her pronouns used, afab reader, Platonic! Telemachus x reader, Epic!Poseidon x reader, possible OOC!Poseidon, Polites’ daughter! Reader, unrequited love, blood, fighting, nudity, illusion, possibly more?, trying to avoid using y/n, slowburn, suggestive themes, but no smut, English is not my first language, sorry if it's too much exposition, it's my first fic.

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I’ve been introducing quite some OC’s, mainly because of the fact that this takes place after the Ithaca saga, so I thought I’d make a character sheet to help you remember the names. This will also include some basic info about the characters. I will update this sheet as the series progresses.

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The reader, or Ónoma. As I state at the top of each chapter, Ónoma means name, in Greek. I personally do not enjoy the use of y/n or ___, so this is my version of that. Her nickname, Peach, has a story behind it, that will be explored later on in the story. She’s quiet, observant, and not very trusting of others, because of what happened in her life. Girlypop is traumatised, she’s lost her entire family, and as a young girl living on her own, she’d faced quite some challenges. Peach struggles with a bit of anxiety, and she’d quick to anger. She doesn’t really feel comfortable around men, with Telemachus being the exception, because in her mind he views her as a friend, not a potential partner. Also, she’s a bit socially awkward.

“Ctimene” Ctimene is not an OC, but if your only knowledge of the Odessey is Epic, then you might not know who she is. Ctimene is the younger sister of Odysseus, and by extension a (former) princess of Ithaca. She is the wife of Eurylochus, and she’s supposed to live on Same, an Island near Ithaca. I changed this for the sake of the story.

Irene Irene is my babygirl, she is a certified yapper. She’s the daughter of the Island’s main seamstress and the youngest of three girls. Irene is a happy-go-lucky social butterfly, who’ll happily shield the reader from social interaction, especially when it comes to a certain guy.

Agathe Agathe is the eldest sister of Irene, and, of course, also the daughter of the town’s seamstress. She’s a priestess at the temple of Dionysus and very influential because of it, she can be a bit direct.

Aesop The orchard keeper is a lovely lad. He always has a spot at his dinner table for the reader, should she wish to endure the advances of his son.

Eustachys Eustachys is a bit of a knob. He’s very proud, and a tad misogynistic, but aside from that he’s pretty decent. He thinks that the reader shouldn’t do all the work she does and should just let a man him take care of her needs, for as far as a woman actually needs anything. While he’s very insistent, he wouldn’t cross the line on purpose.

Damianos The vigneron (fancy word for someone who owns a vineyard). He’s in a bit of a prank war with the reader and Telemachus.

Cosmas Cosmas was the reader’s eldest brother. When their mother passed, and their father was still at war, he took on a parental role. Maybe we’ll learn more about him.

Damian Damian was the reader’s older brother, and Cosmas’ Irish twin. (If you don’t know, that means that they’re born in the same year, but not actually twins.) He was a bit of a douche, as he’d been shielded by his older brother from all the hardships. Maybe we’ll learn more about him.

Kallisto Kallisto is the name of the reader’s mum. Maybe we’ll learn more about her.

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Are there easter eggs within the meaning/history of these names? Maybe.

[okimargarvez]

HEAVY EYES AND WOOLY GLOVES

Original title: Heavy eyes and wooly gloves.

Prompt: Penelope knits.

Warning: none.

Genre: romantic, soft, fluff.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot, part 32 of 365 Garvez canon Life.

Legend: 💑😘🐶.

Song mentioned: none.

GARVEZ STORIES

HEAVY EYES AND WOOLY GLOVES

Penelope Garcia loves Luke with every part of herself; with all her heart, soul, body; it's a crazy, overwhelming and often exaggerated love. And despite this, someone could not believe her if she said that there are more than one things that bother her. Or at least, so it was at the beginning of their relationship. By now, she realizes how lonely she feels when he is far away, on the jet, already theoretically safe, in the direction of Quantico... now she loves even the one thing that once it drove her crazy, and she doesn't know if this is necessarily a good, or perhaps a bad thing, how much this has changed her without even noticing it.

And to these conclusions comes especially while she is intent in a particular activity, a hobby that, with all the bad things that had happened, since Morgan had left, she had set aside, but that she rediscovers just when she starts to attend Alvez home... before it also becomes her permanent home.

Hands that move skillful, making literally dancing knitting needles, advancing, slowly, with the passing of the months, eating threads of cloth and producing something that still appears shapeless, but soon begins to realize the final goal. And the choice, after all, was obvious, almost easier than not to accept going to live together.

Gloves. A pair of wooly gloves. In honor of the time when she had decided to mint a new nickname, which he hadn't forgotten afterwards. Rather. Even after more than a year of relationship, when happens that she shivers under his precise touch, he teases her, asking her if her hands aren't too cold. But they aren't at all, almost never.

The whole body of the Latin is a wood-burning oven, it's her personal stove, her water heater and curl up against his body, especially now that the temperature has dropped, that the sky begins to predict the first snowflakes, is among the most beautiful things that exist in the earthly world. Luke's hands are like fire, and when they touch her, they turn her body into wax.

But any source of heat needs to be cured, preserved.

Here then is the brilliant idea.

The choice of color was equally obvious. Red. But making a simple pair of plain-colored gloves would be too easy, for this she adds a white writing, a phrase, a nickname, definitely challenging to embroider.

Cool hand Luke.

And as she goes on with her work, the closer she gets to the end, the more she can imagine his expression when he will see them for the first time, when he will read those words. But especially when he will realize that those gloves aren't just gloves, because in that case she could have made him a scarf, or a cap, why not some pretty socks? Or worse, a sweater. No, all the worries, the anxieties, the desire to hear the phone ring and then his voice warning her that he's parking... and so on, quickly hide her work. And not being able to mention anything, keep a secret, right her, the one who was so teased for this thing.

But above all because when her mind focuses on cross-stitching, time seems to run faster.

So much so that she feels a bit sad, when she realizes that she has finished her work, not to be able to add anything, except to emulate the patient Greek wife of Odysseus, undoing her canvas to continue her play.

Instead, she decides it's time to share the result with him. And she starts counting the hours, minutes, seconds that separate her from the moment of truth. Since there is a possibility that she has hardly considered, in all these blank nights, to knit.

What if he did not like it?

Penelope knows rationally that it's basically just a pair of gloves... but also something more. That's why her heart beats when she sees out of the window his... their car; while she watching him park. While she hears the usually comforting sound of his footsteps along the stairs. Finally, that of the key in the lock. And the door opens wide.

She lets Roxy welcome him first, as it is by tradition. On the threshold of their bedroom, she watches the dog jumps on him and covers him with kisses, as if she knew how many risks he faced, every time he comes out of here. But it is obvious that she knows it, because she once faced them too. Then follows Sergio, who, much more aristocrat, is limited to rub between his legs and to allow him to stroke him only once on his back. So, finally, Luke looks up at his girlfriend's, and when their eyes meet, there's the same intensity in the air as the first time.

-Hey.- he says only, walking towards her calmly, despite the immense desire to immediately enter in contact with her, to be one thing, because even if they were only a few days, if they talked at the phone until a few hours ago, and even that he could see her while she was giving them the right information to find the unknown subject... he missed her immensely.

-Hello.- she greets him, the shy and insecure tone, even the uncertain look. The man wonders why. He is already amazed to see her still up, because he usually found her in an uncomfortable position, with the light of the lamp still on and a book on her face, along with the glasses crooked on her nose or on the sofa, with the television on low-volume that lit her face intermittently. The indicator that she had tried with all of herself to wait for him, but in the end, she had to give in to sleep. And it was nice to lean over her, turn off the lamp or TV, take the book out of her hands or carry her to the bed... and wake her up with a kiss.

He takes her face in his hands, brushing her hair back, lingers a bit lost in her big brown eyes, then lays his lips on hers, before asking her the question. -Why are you still awake?- and he sees her looking down, at the slippers with the kittens she wears. And then she take his hands in hers.

-Weren't you cold, tonight?- Luke senses that there's more behind this question, but he doesn't understand what.

-Well, a little.- he shrugs. -Why?- and she imitates him, then drag him to the bed, lifts his pillow and shows him... a package. He looks at her for a moment, before opening it, and feels the hope in the air. His eyes widen when he understands what it is and a sweet, mischievous smile full of love shapes his mouth. -When?- he asks only.

-Every evening and night you haven't been here.- he follows her reasoning. -You... do you like them?- Luke decides that the best way to convince her is to try them.

-We can say goodbye to Cold Hand Luke.-

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