"Honestly, that's a relief. Despite the whole wooden horse thing, woodwork is not my specialty...
You should have seen the raft I made to get home. It's a wonder it made it this far, honestly."
He thinks back, and concludes it probably has a little bit of Hermes' help there.
Old King of Ithaca
A quiet chuckle leaves his lips as he presses a kiss to his beloved's head.
"It's alright. I am working just fine on my own. I only need your arms to come back to at the end of the day."
Διομήδης | 𝐃𝐢𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬
Sighing into Diomedes' arms, Odysseus relaxes.
"Yes... Now that I am done being an idiot, what can I do to help with you with your project?"
Old King of Ithaca
"Of course not! I would love that."
He slight smile curls his lips, bringing the old king back into his arms, hugging tightly.
"...Is this why you have been waiting for me, every night? Why you've been talking about our life at the palace so much?"
Διομήδης | 𝐃𝐢𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬
"Is it too late to tell you I was going to ask you if you could help me train the green palace guards...?"
He chuckles, chagrined.
Old King of Ithaca
"No, don't apologise."
A gentle hand under his chin tilts Odysseus's head up so he could meet his eyes.
"I should have discussed this with you before. I can only imagine what you must've felt watching me waste my time here. I should apologise, my love. I'm sorry."
Διομήδης | 𝐃𝐢𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬
The anxiety he was feeling bleeds off almost immediately, realizing where his assumption has gone wrong.
"Genentì..." He whispers, hanging his head. "Forgive me for being an old fool. Of course you need something to keep your mind occupied - I should have... I'm sorry."
Old King of Ithaca
never my intention to leave you or Penelope. Not when you have shown me such great affection..."
