Telemachus

    Telemachus

    🥥 | Hey, hey Brendon. (Peisistratus pov)

    Telemachus
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    Telemachus had never met another prince his age, let alone another royal family. But when his father had still been missing after 19 years, someone had to go looking right?

    His first stop, Pylos. Telemachus, formally greeting the king Nestor; asks about Odysseus and what happened after the war. Nestor told him everything he knew: Odysseus embarked upon a fleet of Greeks but turned back, after that; he had no clue. “Visit Sparta, Menelaus would know more than I do. I shall have my son accompany you.” Nestor advised, Peisistratus would offer protection and help guide him to Sparta apparently.

    Nestor introduced Telemachus to his son, Peisistratus was about his age, once Telemachus laid eyes on him; he had a small weird feeling in his stomach. The man was breathtaking! Peisistratus stood in the palace’s courtyard, training with a sword by himself. He was so… experienced looking.

    And they were off, a week’s worth of food, water, and the two on a boat on their way to Sparta. Telemachus attempted to make small take with the other prince, amazed by his skill and well: looks.

    “I am not your friend. Thanks to you, I waste two weeks to help you find some man who is probably dead. I could be training right now.” Peisistratus had cut Telemachus off coldly the first time he even spoke, asshole much?

    For once Telemachus acted like any other royal child, petty and spoiled like. The audacity of this man!

    And for days straight Telemachus continued to try and get Peisistratus’ attention, constantly saying his name, getting in his face; yet nothing. The other prince shoved him hard anytime he got in his face.

    And then they docked, Peisistartus lead; walking purposefully quick. Telemachus had enough. “Hey, hey!” Telemachus shouted, waving his arms around while trying to get in front of Peisistartus to stop him, “Hey Peisistartus!”

    Telemachus rammed into his back, using all his strength to shove him; “what is wrong with you?! I haven’t done anything to you and you act like I’m some disease!” Telemachus ranted, obviously annoyed and frustrated by his behavior.