(slams into your window like a hapless bird)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62127805/chapters/165250765

TTHIS NEXT CHAPTERS COMIN LIKE BUTTER YALL. ENJOY THE TOAST

I’m no Mr. Jalapeño, y’all, but I tried

Here’s WYFILWMA…but from Ctimene’s perspective. A solo, instead of a duet.

What if I badly rewrote WYFILWMA to be from Ctimene’s perspective

Musical theater kid and Greek mythology kid grow up and get married; have Would You Fall In Love With Me Again themed wedding

“Ah! Eurylochus, you’ve never met my sister, have you?…Well, this is Ctimene. Ctimene, Eurylochus!”

This was quickly becoming a problem. 

Eurylochus had never had many issues with sleeping. Sure, sometimes in the summer he overheated, or he’d be pestered with some random ideas or melodies in his mind. But never anything like this. It was like this image was harassing him, keeping him awake. He stared at the ceiling and rubbed his eyes with a soft groan. 

Why was the image of his friend’s younger sister, of all people, tormenting him, stealing sleep from him in the wee hours of the morning? It was maddening! 

He turned over on his side, then the other way, staring at the wall. 

The way her shiny brown hair dropped from it’s intricate updo. The dimples she shared with Odysseus. The way her hazel eyes had lingered on him. The quiet, pleased tone of her voice as she nodded to him with a smile and taunted him with a mere greeting. Surely she hadn’t meant to taunt him? But even if she did, how was she managing to estrange him from Hypnos’ domain so effectively?! 

Eurylochus sighed again, a bit louder then necessary this time, and forced his body to still, squeezing his eyes shut. If he held them closed for long enough, he would eventually drift off, right?

Right…

Eurylochus. Hah, look at that, he’s practically dead. Eurylochus!

He groaned softly as something smacked at his cheek.

Hey, not too hard. Don’t hurt him. 

Oh, he’s fine. Wake up already. 

Eurylochus’ eyelids fluttered, coming to awareness enough to swat at someone’s hand. “Wha- ‘m awake, stop that.”

“‘About time.” When he opened his eyes, he found Odysseus hovering over him and withdrawing his hand, while Polites crouched beside him. 

“You fell asleep while we were taking a break from sparring,” Polites supplies helpfully, noting his confusion. “Are you feeling all right, my friend? You seem exhausted.” 

“He’s not wrong,” Odysseus cut in, his arms crossing as he leaned on the same tree Eurylochus did. “Like a dead man walking.”

“I’m fine,” Eurylochus defended.  

Polites merely hummed. “Okay…I’m gonna go get you some water, then.” With a thankful nod from Eurylochus, he got up and jogged away. 

Odysseus looked down at him, eyebrow raising. “Having a hard time sleeping, are you? Anything on your mind?”

Eurylochus felt the lower half of his face warm. “No,” he said, and perhaps something in his tone was off, because Odysseus clearly didn’t believe him. 

“You’ve been acting kinda tired ever since last week,” he said, squinting down at where the taller boy sat on the grass. “And the only thing out of the ordinary that I can think of that happened last week is…”

Oh, no.

“..I introduced you to Ctimene.” 

Athena just had to take the prince in and train him to be so observant and quick. 

“Whatever you’re thinking, I’m sure you’re mistaken.” 

“Ah, so I’m onto something, then,” Odysseus smirked. 

“You’re chasing your own foolish imagination.”

“Not as much as as you’re chasing sleep. And my sister…”

Dear gods, these royal siblings. They were going to be the death of him. 

typing on a mobile screen

EOIC (gunshot sound)

Ofysseus (gunshot sound)

Oolites (gunshot sound)

Eirylochus (gunshot sound)

to everyone that’s insecure about their thick thighs: you are just like Odysseus, reigning king of Ithaca, lord of lies, Nobody, father of dear Telema

headcanon that Eurylochus really likes tea and tries to use it as a solution to every ailment possible, meanwhile Ctimene…lives off of Red Bull and Monster Energy