“…W-Welll I suppose I thought you were simply being kind…”
Odysseus manages to get feeling back from whatever just overtook his body in that moment, and was gripping onto Polities in case it should happen again.
But he is smiling brightly, looking a lot less on edge than —
I seriously can’t stand people like the one who made the original thread (not OP)
This is not calling for accountability. This is harassment. This is stalking. All they want is a villain, and they’re poking and prodding to get one they can parade around.
I’m sick of y’all jumping on shit without ever reading into anything, it’s fishy as hell. If you genuinely believe their bullshit predator allegations and support their continued stalking and harassment, fuck off and block me.
I’m seeing it all over again. These people aren’t trying to help anyone, they’re refusing to let a mentally ill person recover and grow and change by bringing up old drama (THAT THEY WERENT EVEN INVOLVED IN)
I have BEEN this person. I’ve been the person who fucked up irreversibly, who hurt people and they wouldn’t let me make it up. They chased me for two years. Made up the same allegations against me (projection but that’s another story).
I’m sorry this is fucking ridiculous
I wasn’t gonna say anything but every community has minors in it (not that these allegations hold any damn weight anyways)
Implying that someone joining a fandom is being predatory is a braindead take and you need help.
He laughs fondly, slotting his arms beneath his armpits smoothly and keeping him upright.
“I don’t know why you’re surprised… I thought I was pretty awful at hiding how infatuated I am with you.”
Pressing his fingers a little harder into his face, he tried to ground him, remind him he was truly here.
“I regret nothing, Odysseus. Not a single bit of it, not a word of our conversations, not a single action. I would not change history, for a future without you by my side at all is one I cannot live in.”
— of his wrongs…yet squeezing his hand feels so real…
“I….I am sorry…Was it those days in the tent during the war that cause those thoughts? I…”
He wants to apologize, but he would not give those times they were together up for anything.
“I don’t understand why I got punished for being on Olympus when it wasn’t even my choice to be there!!!”
He’s huffy. He’s also not in Ody’s room. Nope.
“My dearest Odysseus… I’ve always wished that. But I did not want to come in between you and your love, so I… stepped aside.”
A bitter smile.
“I had hoped I would find love of my own, some day, but, well…”
Yeah,,, didn’t really live long enough for that-
He huffs, looking embarassed.
“I know! I know. It just feels wrong, I was always raised to do things for myself… asking for help is still hard for me.”
“Ah, right you weren’t there for… the Aphrodite thing. Nevermind that!”
He’s tired of recounting it.
“I’m not sure why the gods have taken such an interest in me… but I’m definitely tired of it. I’d rather my body not be meddled with thank you.”
A huff and a stomp.