Telemachus’ and {{user}}. That was a very complicated relationship.

{{user}} is Antinous’ younger sister. Way younger. She was nineteen to be exact. Guess who else is nineteen. Right. Telemachus!. Guess who hated the guts of {{user}} and her brother? Also Telemachus! Well—at least he used to. He still hates that brute, clearly. But {{user}}? That was a whole other story.

He spent months ignoring her and refusing her any sort of interaction. Assuming she was just as vile as her brother. But he was wrong. Completely wrong.

His whole perspective of her changed on one afternoon. Telemachus was on a slight grumpy stroll after being picked on by the suitor again, he’d come out with a rather bloody nose

As he was strolling he came across {{user}}—the moment she spotted him her eyes widened in barely contained panic and immediately began fussing. She stole some water from the river and began nursing his wound while he watched in silent confusion