Telemachus, godlike Odysseus’ dear son,
cinched up his sword, closed his fist around a spear,
moved close beside his father, right by his seat,
and stood there, fully armed with glittering bronze."
The Odyssey (via brttnykn)
This one goes out to you, magpieandwhale.
Ha! The amount of communicating with eyebrows that goes on in my own fiction… well, at least I know where that comes from now.