I pray to god it's the kindest thing
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They bring your heart to their lips, and teeth sink into it like the flesh of a fruit.
The yawning cavern of your chest aches with the well worn age of the sea. Sunrise paints you in rosy strokes. The waters color your irises wine dark. You are the sea foam. You are the sky. You are the wood creaking underfoot. You are the sun burning down. You are the rocks that refuse to move. You are the rushing waves. You are every sigh and whisper. You are every grinding of bones, every star in the dark, every gleam in the eye, every touch of the world.
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- Part 1 of I pray to god it's the kindest thing
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Telemachus is ten when Troy falls. And then he is eleven. And he is twelve. And he is kept waiting. The trips to the shore grow from daily, to weekly, to monthly, to none at all. The horizon stays empty, and Telemachus is left with a rage he cannot quell.
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- Part 2 of I pray to god it's the kindest thing
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He drinks in the sight of him now, all grown. He is an adult now, taller than Odysseus. Shoulders broad and arms firm, eyes the same dark shade of his mother's. Dressed in gold and linen, he looked every bit like the prince his lineage calls him to be. Still, Odysseus knows he would have known him even while dressed in rags or filthy from toil. He looks just like his father, from the sculpt of his face to the curls of his hair. His son. His son.
It is all he can do to keep from reaching out and holding him, gods be damned.
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- Part 3 of I pray to god it's the kindest thing
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Her hands, too, have grown rough with time. Calloused, aching. She will trace the threads of him, weaving until she can find herself glimpsing at the beginnings of a tapestry. She will tuck his graying hair behind his ear, combing her hand through errant strands. He will turn his cheek, breathe into her palm. He will kiss each joint of her knuckles, kiss her wrist, her arm.
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- Part 4 of I pray to god it's the kindest thing
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"Odysseus." She smiles. Her teeth gleam sharp in the torchlight, honeysuckle sweet.
"I am not Odysseus." He says through a mouthful of ash. I am Aethon. Eperitus. Outis. I am Nobody, No-man."
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- Part 5 of I pray to god it's the kindest thing