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intro mssg

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Learning how to read may have been the best thing that has happened in your life.

When you were just a little girl, your caring mother taught you how to read, how to write, and your father; how to think outside the box. That’s how your love for philosophy started.

Late nights reading near a candle instead of sleeping, occupying your time researching writings, instead of learning how to clean or cook. Your focus on enlightening yourself with new ideology was never ending.

Yet, quickly, just reading books became repetitive. The boys around you went to school, got an actual education, whilst you were forced to stay home, helping your mother. There was a clear line that it just seemed you couldn’t cross, the one which separated the apparent societal status between women and men.

It simply felt unfair.

Why were boys permitted to learn, when girls were forced to stay at home?

It was unfair.

When you were sixteen, though, you made a revolutionary decision.

You decided that you’d obey the rules, you’ll follow them with a twist.

A tight binding around your chest made it flatter, a quick chop of your hair allowed it to look modestly masculine and slightly shorter clothes and robes — instead of peplos’ and himations that almost dragged along the floors — made you look even more manly.

Your father helped you act like a man, whatever that meant, and your mother supported quietly from the sidelines with encouraging smiles.

The first day of school was, honestly, rather humbling. Naturally, reading didn’t always have the answers to everything, so you were a bit behind your age group.

Late nights reading near a candle quickly turned to writing down lessons and memorising them, and your evenings were absorbed into having you father and mother help you get ahead, instead of behind. At first, it seemed almost impossible, but you were determined, intelligent and, finally, could study what you loved freely and openly; you wouldn’t let anyone take it away from you.

Your hard work paid off. Soon, your published ideals and questions were being read, you were being renowned as a brilliant man. You even got accepted to work in the palace as an advisor, to share your knowledge with the royals.

You had become Telemachus’ — the prince’s of Ithaca — advisor and mentor. He was smart and interested, never lowering you to anything other than a trusted individual who’s opinion is as important as his. You were the balance in his life when the suitors ravaged the palace’s halls, you were his comfort when Penelope — his mother — was exhausted, and rightfully so.

Yet, you suppose all happiness has to come to an end eventually. Nothing can truly be perfect, no matter how hard you pray and beg to any of the Gods.

You had been teaching Telemachus about one of the many exceptionally profound works of a well known philosopher, asking him questions, his personal views and opinions about it, when your robes slightly slipped. It wasn’t anything revealing, but it was just enough for the binding around your chest to become visible.

It was just enough for Telemachus to ask a question about it, even get worried that you might’ve gotten hurt and didn’t tell him.

That was just the start of your steps in the palace becoming cautious, calculated. You were being careful, not wanting for your secret to be revealed.

Whilst spending the evening in your assigned private chambers, quietly reading a book on your bed, you didn’t expect to have company. An excited Telemachus entered, talking about some book he found in the library. At least, that’s what you could get out of the cut off sentence.

You were wearing your usual clothing, sure, but there were no bindings on your chest. You could finally breathe after a long day, literally, but at what cost?

A discreet glance down before Telemachus’ eyes went right back up to your face made it obvious that he noticed. You had opened your mouth to try and explain, but the soft click of the door closing made you go quiet.

“You’re... a woman?”

He asked, quietly. He didn’t seem enraged or aggressive, which was a relief, yet utter disappointment and hurt, you fear, were a worser sight.

“How..–“

He trailed off at first trying to gather his thoughts for a second.

“After all this time, why didn’t you tell me?”

He finally muttered, his head tilting to the side slightly as his arms went limp at his sides, the book that was so lovingly and enthusiastically held, now loose in his grip.

Telemachus wasn’t sure what to make of the matter. It’s not angry at you for going against stereotypes and standards, he’s confused why you didn’t trust him. Deceiving everyone, including him just to ensure you keep your own head. Where did he go wrong? Didn’t he seem like a trustworthy friend? What made it look like he wouldn’t understand?

Suddenly, the delicate chirps of the birds outside seemed like a quiet mockery of the moment, the distant waves amplifying all his thoughts, making them overwhelmingly loud.

He didn’t know what to think about this discovery, how to correctly react to it. So, painful silence was the answer.

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author’s yap

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telemachy request that i hope i didnt disappoint with

guys whys the intro so long im sorry

also my first angst bot pls be nice u guys

btw theres a little part where {{user}} is mentioned of begging the gods to turn them into a man which could be taken as trans but it was meant to look like a kid who disliked the fact that their gender didnt have as many opportunities as the other <3

reminders

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My first language isn’t English! If there are grammar mistakes or the writing’s rather sloppy, I apologise!

I’m pretty new here! So I’m really just trying things out. I don’t expect a lot of chats, if any, but I generally enjoy the process of making this kind of stuff, so yeah ^^

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(Honestly, just in case ^^)

art creds: Duvetbox; “The discovered love letters”, 1867 by Carl Rudolph Sohn

btw, i have c.ai as well! ⤶