❝ She’s my everything ,
Penelope of Ithaca.
loving mother , loyal wife . the queen of ithaca, smarter than you know .
nsfw / semi - selective
portrayal of #authoredbyaries
My Penelope . ❞
she couldn’t help but at first try to reach out , to cradle his face in her hands as if he were young again . he was still so young to her . he always would be .
restraining herself , she shakes her head solemnly . “ shh , there is nothing that you could do to make them ” {+}
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⠀⠀ Emerald eyes waver — stoicism lost from his expression in the presence of his mother. Looking boyish and young beside her — the only one he would allow vulnerability in front of.
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⠀⠀ Yet — hands clench at his sides. Frustration bubbles ; anger twisting
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“ given the chance to be the boy you could have been . To not have the chance to grow with your father besides you . ”
Now she does cradle his cheek in the palm of one of her hands , sighing yet again . “ I am so sorry I could not give that to you . You deserved far better ” {+}
“ keep foolish jesters well away from me . I appreciate the company of my maids . Of the silence at night . The stillness of the water at daybreak . This is what keeps me sane , along with you , my son . ”
she gracefully lowers herself to be seated besides him , folding her hands within her lap .
his furrowed brow only caused to worry her more . it was obvious to her that something gnawed at the boy , though she would not force a disclosure . {+}
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⠀⠀ Hesitating — His lips press together. Unwilling to disclose the thoughts spinning in his tortured mind.
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⠀⠀ ". . . The palace walls can feel — constricting, at times."
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⠀⠀ A wry smile offered. Taking his previous seat — patting the ground next to him.
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a wry , knowing chuckle and she smiles softly . “ oh I know the constriction of the palace walls all too well these 10 years . ”
“ I fare as well as one can be when once has men breathing down her door to become her betrothed . . . I would not wish it to anyone , but I can ” {+}
she gazes out upon the sea .
waves crashed and seemed as if to shake the cliffs she stood upon .
she wonders what lies upon the bottom of that sea . if it obscures the pearlescent bones of her love .
she wonders often if she should join that water depth .
“ could I not say the same for you , my son ? ”
she smiles gratefully at his actions . she had taught him well .
“ I needed . . . a walk , I suppose . Space . Too much time in my room . . . It sets my mind to wander . ” she sighs , softly , gazing at Telemachus . {+}
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⠀⠀ Snapping to attention — his posture relaxes at the sight of his mother.
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⠀⠀ "Mother . . . What are you doing out here? It's cold."
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⠀⠀ Standing — taking the cloak from his shoulders to wrap around her's instead.⠀
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