Templum Bellonae

The Iliad

Achilles can almost imagine they’re home. “I miss Phthia,” he says softly, pressing his lips to Patroclus’ neck. “The green fields, the fine women–”

“You were the finest woman Phthia ever produced,” Patroclus answers, and Achilles shoves him down into the sand, laughing.

Short and sweet.

Staring at the Sea by Victoria P.