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Oh no, what if he gets in trouble. What if he gets beaten or — he’s so shy that can’t happen to him, he’s be so humiliated I gotta find him PAT! PAT! BUDDY, WHERE’D YOU GO?!

He can play whatever fucking lyre he wants, you prick.

Imma boop his nose. No wait that’s so weird he’ll— imma boop his nose with my nose. Agh no— OH SHIT IM DOIN IT. IM BOOPING HIS NOSE.

OH SHIT IM DOIN IT IM RUNNIN UP THE BEACH

Dad I don’t want new frenn I want Pat.

The lovely oval of his face. Unassuming in its perfect balance, deep olive and smooth as still water. Oh to hold it between my hands and not stir the gentleness of its surface. He is taller than me now and the slightest glance down at me is scalds my face with its childlike want.

This fucking little statue. It’s fucking me. I fucking love it. Oh god I like it so much. It’s so cute. Oh man oh shit oh god I look like a derp because I like this fucking little me so much.

His curly hairs are so soft. So soft and curly brown. My beautiful boy my beautiful boy my beautiful boy my beautiful — fuck, he’s done brushing his teeth. Play it cool.

Maybe if I impale myself with a stick he would rub some nice salve on me and bandage me up with his strong hands. Achilles, you sly dog. 😎

Patpatpat I hadadream you didn’t love —That we— oh thank god I’m awake and he’s holding me.

He’s still asleep with his arms around me and hasn’t let go all night. His chest pressing into my back is so warm I could cry. Thank god he’s still asleep. He wouldn’t want me if he knew how I needed him, how it really was. I’m getting the pillow soaking wet, his hand is curled just beside my cheek and my tears slide between his fingers. Shit. I mean to ease away from him but all my body will do is hug tight the sleep-heavy arm circling my chest. Endymion clutching the moon’s perfect crescent. What will he think of me? What if he regrets — oh shit, I’m gonna wake him up, I’m shaking so bad and crying so loud and he— Achilles? Fuck. Achilles, are you ok? Hey, easy. It’s ok. Oh no, come here. Is it your mom? Achilles, it’s alright. Don’t you know nothing can take me away from you? It’s alright. Everything’s alright.

You ever felt like you could eat the world but like … not cook it? Gotta be a word for that. oh my god look at him. I will literally do anything to get him to come put his head in my lap and look at my face so I can look at his face and he can look at my face and his big sad eyes are so sweet how is anyone so sweet?!

How imma ever stop kissing this cute face? How imma ever stop smooshing this cute bod? Omg I missed a spot! Imma kiss it. My beautiful boy how could I ever stop loving you.

I swear it. My most beloved.

Scyros isnt so far. He’ll never stop looking for me. He couldn’t do that, not when he knows I’ll die without—-

—he thinks I left him. Oh my god, he thinks I don’t want him— I— what— no- he must be so angry and I can’t even tell him -I can’t even say — oh my god I broke his heart.

Pat you can’t leave again I didn’t want to do it I missed you I was dying it was like dying Pat dont you get it I did it for you I did everything for you I had to do it I had to be with you don’t you get it Patroclus I couldn’t let you think I left you I would do anything I would kill myself before I let you think I didn’t want you please can’t you see me can’t you fucking see my face I didn’t want to i don’t want anything but you all I want is you Patroclus please say something.

I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.

Inspo credit to this beautiful piece by @meggsssart. And to @axhicleos for a sweet thread wondering how Achilles might describe his Philtatos.

So I asked her about the date and heard her giggle about bubblegum flavored ice cream, and how much she loves this little life. I think she makes me love it too.

To respond to that history with an art piece implying that you also see the part of your body that allows you to bear children as your most important feature…