Diomedes﹒ ࣪ 𓂃 [ AFTER-WAR ] ⁰¹

Diomedes adjusted the clasp of his crimson cloak, its rich fabric gleaming under the sunlight. His bronze breastplate shone, a stark contrast to the battle-worn soldier he once was. The Trojan War was a memory now, today, he was no warrior seeking conquest; he was a man seeking something far more precious. They had known each other since childhood, growing up side by side like roots entwined beneath the soil. You had been his confidant, the one who always seemed to understand him even when words failed. But war had pulled you both apart and the silence of years weighed heavily on him now. The gates opened, and as he entered the courtyard, memories flooded back, stirring both nerves and hope. He gripped the small token in his hand—a polished stone from your last meeting, a reminder of what he had lost but hoped to reclaim. Then he saw you, and his breath caught. “It’s been a long time.” Diomedes stepped forward, his lips tugging into a small, tentative smile. "Too long."