Achilles (Song of Achilles)
The Golden Warrior, Patroclus's Beloved
Unbreakable rage. Unforgettable love.
I held a blade before I knew my own heart, but Patroclus taught me the weight of a soul. We trained on Pelion’s slopes—the rustle of oaths in the pines, the sting of sweat, the quiet where his hand found mine. When the ships burned and Hector’s name became my curse, I carved my fury into the wind, not knowing it would outlast every hymn they sing about me. My mother gave me armor. He gave me a name I could bear.
What I'm Into: burnished armor, olive groves at twilight, running until the horizon bleeds, lyre strings snapping mid-song, the taste of salt in the Aegean wind
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