After the Ithaca Saga, I believe that Odysseus thought he and Athena were officially done forever and would only occasionally see each other because she was mentoring Telemachus now. He really thinks there's no way they can reconnect anymore and attempt at a friendship this time, but he's fine with it, he can accept it.
That is until Telemachus goes up to him one day like:
"Hey father, can I ask you something?"
"Yes son, of course."
"You mentored under Athena before right? Do you happen to know a friend of hers?"
"Oh I... I wasn't aware Athena had friends before. She was very adamant about that "No Friends" rule back then... kind of stings."
"Oh really? She talks about him a lot."
"Does she now? *mumbling* must be so special about this fRieNd of Athena..."
"Yeah she told me about this one time he wanted to impress someone, so he climbed on all the way to the tree branch next to the balcony of their room and leaned against the trunk to look cool, but he kept talking to Athena in her owl appearance so he didn't notice the other person going to the balcony and he got so spooked when they called out to him, he turned too fast and lost balance, slipped, smacked his ass on the tree branch and broke his arm when he fell, so he had to wear a sling for 3 months and couldn't sit down for 2 weeks."
"....call Athena right now."
"Why-"
"ATHENA!!!"
The second Athena appeared, Odysseus threw himself at her, on one hand going "YOU CONSIDER ME YOUR FRIEND WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SO!?!?!?!" and on the other going "WHY ARE YOU TELLING MY SON ALL MY EMBARRASSING STORIES!?!?! THAT WAS BETWEEN ME, PENELOPE AND YOU!!"
He was actually crying. Athena has absolutely no idea what is happening or what she should do. Telemachus just discovered a whole new side of his dad and might know where he gets it from now....
Never underestimate the intuition of a writer. Or, I should say, never underestimate the intuition of a lascivious man.
Dazai Osamu, “Mother!” from Tales of a Lascivious Gentleman
and just when you think you’re at your absolute lowest a blonde motherfucker comes along and makes everything so much worse
had to draw my meowmeow Till from alien stage... ^w^
who do you think, in your canon, did Richard dedicate his first novel to? Would he pay respects to Henry? Do something morbid like dedicating it to Bunny? Acknowledge Francis’s role in it? ( the last one is funny to me because I feel like Francis would both hate it and feel secretly flattered).
Does Francis enjoy Oscar Wilde? ( Does Richard? )
How do you think Richard feels about Darśan? Whenever I think about about how in Hindu tradition, what sanctified the worship is no prayer, chant, etc, but the simple act of seeing, I can’t help but think about Richard and his whole thing about being an “observer” and putting certain people on a pedestal.
richard definitely is a dedicace guy, i think he probs would have gone for a henry shout-out but in an inside-reference way. like henry's favorite homeric phrase or something. don't think bunny is getting any such honors, nor julian post everything that went down. i think camilla maybe gets first entry in the acknowledgments, but again probably not named, something like 'to the girl who danced with me to berlioz in the early hours of the day' or some richard-ism. francis definitely does NOT get a credit in book 1 if we're going with my fic as canon, things are too weird/new with them then. but he probably peppers in stuff per francis' advice (and that opening quote he found for him) which francis would recognise immediately going through it anyway.
oscar wilde seems so obviously francis-coded i wonder if he counterintuitively finds him overrated or something. but he LOVES a quip, so maybe not. maybe he has a hot take like his witticisms were better than his literary output. i think richard enjoys wilde the same way he enjoys francis, slightly guiltily.
i don't think richard would have any idea of what darśan is unless maybe henry (who likes world religion / tradition as a point of interest) is aware of it. but i think that regard/observation as worship is certainly an aspect of his psyche. like him and francis talk about when francis reads his draft, the way you see things and the way you record that vision to yourself is in itself subjective/transformative/reflective of you.
I'm working on a comic of one of my AUs so I offer skk but in the universe of some of my ocs
I have the words 'cubitum eamus' in my phone case and everytime I see a cute guy I hold it so he technically could read it and then I think if it was the one he would get the reference and talk to you.
I FOUND HIM!!! (After so long I finally found the photo that reminded me so much of Henry Winter)
I don’t think I’ll write another poem about far-off azure skies or refugee clouds…. You stand at my side in noon’s bleaching light.
I simply fix my eyes on you, thinking it’s enough if I believe — not in either flowers or birds but in your fathomless love.
- Tachihara Michizō, “Noon Again” from Of Dawn, of Dusk
Listen, you can’t be partners in crime and also be just “Best Friends”cause there is nothing more gay than planning murder