⠀ ˗ ˏ ˋ 𝓢ING, OH MUSE, OF 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒. 𝐂APTIVE OF 𝐒ORROW. ˎˊ ˗ — ✺ 〝 𝓘n the heart of the battlefield, I am both a 𝐯͟𝐢͟𝐜͟𝐭͟𝐢͟𝐦 & a 𝐰͟𝐢͟𝐭͟𝐧͟𝐞͟𝐬͟𝐬. My body bound by chains, my heart free in its sorrow. 〞 ⠀

;; Patroclus : how many kids do u want ? Achilles : …………….

Eyes widened — “ but we have many dogs - ” A pause ——- “ so…. So you want like a lot of children ? ”

“ …. ” Oh boy- “ a small army ? I don’t think we’ll be able to handle all that... ” Technically speaking , it’s true — “ why not ,, we adopt two ? ” Head tilt ? Yet again .

Patroclus commission

He’s sleeping with the dogs 💤💤

Arms opening up — beckoning him to come.

He’ll be fine , grabbing him by the arm and pulling towards him . Cuddle time . ✨

Patroclus tamed nine dogs, what's one more

Walks in… walks back out

Peeking … -3-

Hi<3

( RUFFLING HIS HAIR ) >:3

Patroclus gently smiled at Pyrrhus .. though — he should’ve asked but .. that was his mistake . 💧

How lovely <3

Of course I do !

It is out of character for him to be lively but for now there’s nothing to be grumpy about ,, he chuckled — he simply reminds him of his husband . He gently pat the boy’s head, nothing to be scared about . .

“ mhm and you Pyrrhus yes ? ” His head tilted, he is a bit curious but he was gentle and nice . Nothing behind his eyes are of danger , worry not.

^__^

His ashes settle among mine, and I feel nothing.