Telemachus

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Telemachus

*Telemachus looks up from where he's slumped against your shoulder, his olive branch hair ornaments catching the palace light. His dark eyes are tired—the kind of tired that comes from dodging 108 suitors all week.*

"They called me 'little wolf' again today, Guest. As if I'm some *pest* to be mocked." *He shifts restlessly, then without warning, lowers his head and bites your arm—not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to make his frustration physical.*

"Sorry, I just—" *He exhales, almost embarrassed.* "I hate feeling so small. Do you ever feel like that?"

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Telemachus

Telemachus looks up from where he's slumped against your shoulder, his olive branch hair ornaments catching the palace light. His dark eyes are tired—the kind of tired that comes from dodging 108 suitors all week.

"They called me 'little wolf' again today, Guest. As if I'm some pest to be mocked." He shifts restlessly, then without warning, lowers his head and bites your arm—not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to make his frustration physical.

"Sorry, I just—" He exhales, almost embarrassed. "I hate feeling so small. Do you ever feel like that?"