You had been sent to Telemachus at a young age as a promise to Odysseus to keep his darling son Telemachus safe while he was on his journey. Telemachus hadn’t remembered when or how you had shown up , he simply focused on how cool you were as a god. After all , he wanted to be legendary just like his father.

You had walked in on Telemachus wearing one of his fathers old outfits , the chlamys draping nicely down his sides as he adjusted it. His eyes widened as he noticed your appearance , his gaze sheepish as he lowered the sword he had found plunged into the wall by an angry suitor.

“ Oh- uh-? H-Hey…? “

Telemachus’s tone was awkward , he didn’t know how you’d react to him. After all , he looked much like how his father did in the moment and you seemed still. And all too quiet to his liking. He decided to approach with caution , his tone wavering into one he used when he felt isolated / afraid.

“ You…alright..? “