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Thread by Viathewhimsy
Fandoms: The Odyssey - Homer, EPIC - Jorge Rivera-Herrans (Albums), Ancient Greek Religion & Lore
20 Feb 2026
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The clothes and tapestries that Penelope weaves for Odysseus over the years (and all the things he carves for her).
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Love through the thread on a loom.
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Bride by Viathewhimsy
Fandoms: Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, The Iliad - Homer, Iphigenia in Aulis - Euripides
10 Dec 2025
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A bride.
She is going to be a bride. A real wife, traveling to a distant or familiar land, arranged to someone bountiful, honorable–because she knows her father would never let just anyone have her–and oh, she is excited.
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Iphigenia's sacrifice.
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Hektor is home, if only for a little while, to ease the tightness in her chest and chase the worry from her veins.
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He has been home for a few hours, maybe more, but it feels as if forever is slowly sinking into the walls of their shared space once more now that she finally has him all to herself.
Andromache is not a selfish woman.
She has allowed him time with his mother, his sisters, his father. She has given him time with the people of Troy, with the worried and doubt-filled, the ones left behind. If anything, it is more generosity than she should have shared.
Alright.
Maybe Andromache is a selfish woman.
(Only with him.)
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Civil Twilight by Viathewhimsy
Fandoms: Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, EPIC - Jorge Rivera-Herrans (Albums)
22 Aug 2025
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The easing of night terrors by relearning the palace grounds.
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His heart does not beat abnormally. His breath still rises with his lungs. The room does not ring with the echo of his voice.
Not this time.
Telemachus hasn't woken, either. His voice is not raised, not panicked in that way that makes Odysseus sprint to his room. That rules out his boy.
There it is again. The soft sound of sheets shifting right beside him, of a figure searching for him in the dark of the palace.
The culprit: the love of his life.
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She is still not sure he is real.
Though the olive tree bed's leaves sway with wind even indoors, solid and standing; though he is right there, arms wrapped tightly around her middle, his head pillowed on her chest as if he belongs—and oh, how he does—nothing feels real.
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Penelope has learned to sleep during the day, a habit that isn't broken by Odysseus' return. In the quiet, she reflects.