“ and perhaps it is the greatest grief, after all,
to be left on earth when another is gone ”

Patroclus, The Song of Achilles
( for @chqchang​ )

IN THE DARKNESS, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.

happy birthday to the achilles to my patroclus, ily sal @akivas

book cover variants: the song of achilles by madeline miller.

p h i l t a t o s
‘That is–your friend?’ ‘Philtatos,’ Achilles says, sharply. Most b e l o v e d. 'best of men, and slaughtered by your son.’
^{― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles}

“Patroclus, he says, Patroclus. Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only.”

@litloversnetwork chapter 2: favorite characters 

best of men. best of myrmidons. it is truth. let it stand, for once.

@litloversnetwork chapter 2: favorite characters 

best of men. best of myrmidons. it is truth. let it stand, for once.