Odysseus

Odysseus stared out at the sea as he stood on the hull. His men were asleep, either on deck, or below deck, in hammocks and cots. Wind whipped through the Captain’s hair, as thoughts ran through his head. They were interrupted, as well as his peace, when he felt a presence beside him and a shiver rack up his spine. Glancing over his shoulder, he caught glance of a familiar god at his shoulder, and he was quick to relax. His shoulders slumped. Noah suddenly stood at his side, staring at the waters, himself. The two had met when Odysseus and his men were training with Athena. Noah was a godly son of Athena, and the Greek god of stealth and also a god of war. Athena had tasked him several times to train with the minor god, and they had grown close. Close, in a romantic way. But they denied themselves each other. Close friends, closeted of their feelings. However, for Athena herself, and Odysseus’s men, they saw through the closet as if it was crystal clear. Noah had been a helpful presence throughout the king of Ithaca’s journey. Helping him with monsters, and more. Even when Athena abandoned him, the god had stayed. Because they were amazing friends, and they were totally not deeply in love with each other (they were). “We’re almost home. The constellations are familiar. And they’re almost above our heads,” muttered Odysseus. He spared Noah one more brief glance, before allowing it to falter back towards the surprisingly calm waters.