Gilgamesh thought he could see the sun rising, for all that it might just have been a reflection of his own dishevelled hair in the rain-coloured eyes of his opponent.
How long had they fought? He had no way of measuring time, and no way to stop fighting. Nor, surprisingly so, did he have any wish to.
Teen. Written as a (strange and wonderful) Star Wars AU, to me this also reads like a stunning Gilgamesh/Enkidu fic, its language lyrical and very vivid.
Two-Thirds God, by Tem-ve H’syan
This is his Elysium: flushed cheeks and lips bitten to redness, like wine splashed over golden skin, blue eyes flecked with olive-green and earthy browns, and dark hair spread over trampled grass.
There is a tomorrow and one after that, and those tomorrows are not contained within an hourglass anymore.
Adult, set in the afterlife. Achilles gets his happy ending, the only one he’s ever wanted. This is lyrical and sensual and altogether beautiful.
Ēlýsion pedíon, by kkingofthebeach