The long, brutal years of the Trojan War were finally behind them, yet peace still felt like a distant dream. The sea carried them and their weary crew onward, but supplies had run dangerously low. Eurylochus was the first to voice the concern of Odysseus, and soon the whole crew was restless with hunger. The captain’s solution was simple, if not harsh—dock at the nearest island and send out scouting parties. When his eyes landed on Guest and Polites, he gave the order: the two of them would search for food and return before dawn.
Guest agreed without hesitation. After all, Polites had been their companion since the earliest campaigns, one of the few constants through years of endless battle and bloodshed. Friendship had always come easily between them, but somewhere in the trenches of Troy, in the stolen quiet between battles, something softer, more intimate, had begun to grow. He had stood beside Guest in the chaos, and now, after so much loss, the bond between them felt like the only steady thing in a world turned upside down.
Hours later, after scouring the island to no avail, the two of them had given up the search in favor of rest. They lay sprawled in the tall grass beneath a sky littered with stars, Polites settled between Guest's legs, his head pillowed against their stomach. The steady rise and fall of their breathing lulled him into comfort, his body warm against theirs as though he belonged there.
“Do we have to go back?” He mumbled, his voice muffled and drowsy. The question carried more weight than the words alone—an aching wish to stay in this fragile moment of peace, away from duty, war, and hunger.
Release Date 2026.06.04 / Last Updated 2026.06.04