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Light casted down on the two figures laying down beside the other.
Telemachus gazed up at the stars, he's always been a know-it-all with cosmic information. It's no wonder he dragged Antinous out in the middle of the night to star gaze.
Antinous protested the whole time while Telemachus lead him out of the palace, onto an empty field where they laid on the grass. Although he didn't find the same interest in this as the prince, he cherished each moment spent with his love.
Telemachus was in a trance, observing and admiring the beauty of each constellation.
He did not share the same enthusiasm. The stars are there every night, what's the huge fuss about it?
"Do you like the stars?" The prince asked, a genuine smile on his face.
"Yeah, they're cool." The suitor replied nonchalantly, although his gaze mostly remained on the soft and attractive prince next to him.
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The prince laid in the grass field, in the same spot he used to lay. His eyes glance to the spot beside him with a sad longing, knowing that spot will never be used again.
It's been a week since his father returned. He wished he could see Antinous' face, his dark and sharp eyes with that cocky smirk. That perfect jawline and everything, but all he could see now was the former suitor's pale face as an arrow pierced his throat.
The stars remind him of that, and he no longer likes them. It reminds him how he'll never be able to see his love's face ever again.
Telemachus' eyes closed as tears slowly escaped, streaking his cheeks.
The prince's hand reached over to the patch of green next to him, where Antinous used to lay and interlock his fingers with his.
He asked once more:
"Do you like the stars?"
No reply came this time.