➘ ⠀ 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 ; 𝐚𝐮 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀❤︎﹠↺ — ᴋᴇɴᴏʙæ . ┏ ❛ 𝒴𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝐦𝐞. ❜

That’s more relatable than she realizes.

At least he got her to laugh. He knows that feeling well. Everything has felt as if it's been going down hill since the moment of his exile. Not that he can blame the gods for smiting him, but . . . It's tiring.

They are living for each other, if nothing else. To find their ways in this new world as a united front; together. And maybe one day, it will get better. If not, they’ll continue forth — find somewhere to settle. Somewhere safe. Where they can be a family.

He hasn’t slept in days. He wants coffee.

If he wasn’t head over heels for her brother, he’d marry her. Please share.

She’s such a good person, truthfully. She’ll make someone a good wife one day, he’s sure. The cup is taken with an appreciative look; and not long after is he sipping from it.

He wishes he could say the same thing but the more he wakes up beside Nick, the more he wants to marry him. Once she’s leaning against him, he rests his cheek against her hair. Hello, little warrior.

He has lost count of how long he’s been awake, and he can feel his own mental stability slipping between his fingers.

He's been feeling oddly distant from the rest of his people lately. It's unsettling.

He's been thinking about how good Nick is with kids.

He supposes the same could be said for him.

Yes.

Excuse him, love of his life. It's a fact that he gets everyone killed.

. . . Nick.

It isn't.

| is that interstellar the literal loml

It’s already cold.

. . . Then, what?

| read the note Troy you fucking gay disaster