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yours-must-ransom-me · 2 years

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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller, Ancient Greek Religion & Lore Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Achilles/Patroclus (Song of Achilles) Characters: Achilles (Song of Achilles), Patroclus (Song of Achilles), Peleus (Song of Achilles), Philomela (Song of Achilles), Thetis (Song of Achilles), Menoitius (Song of Achilles), Phoinix (Song of Achilles), Briseis (Song of Achilles), Odysseus (Song of Achilles), Penelope (Song of Achilles), Diomedes (Song of Achilles) Additional Tags: Alpha/Omega, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, menoetius is a good parent, he loves his family very much, and he protects patroclus, as he should, patrochilles - Freeform, alpha achilles, omega patroclus Summary:

Everyone in all of mighty Achaea knows of how protective and proud Menoetius is of his only son — so much so that it reflects in the boy's very name — Patroclus. Pride of the father. The boy has been a revered figure since the very day of his birth, given he is an omega in a land where his kind are not only worshipped but are also rarely descended from royal families because of their very strong alpha lineage.

Now eighteen, and eligible for marriage, suitors begin visiting the grand walls of Opus to have a chance to catch a look at the prince, and possibly gain his hand. Menoetius gives his son the leave to choose his husband, but it does not mean he will make it easy for anyone to just whisk him away. So he plucks a few pages out of books of older traditions and revives "Athlos" — a series of games that had once been held in the honour of omegas, to allow them to see and select the best of the alphas for themselves. To separate the wheat from the chaff.

Menoetius watches mighty princes trip over each other for his Patroclus. For him, it is a challenge — a dare to see who could take away his precious son from him. He already sees himself as the victor.

What he does not expect is the Prince of Phthia.

#this is so sweet it's actually gross #omegaverse au #the song of achilles #fanfiction #achilles #patroclus #patrochilles #omegaverse #alpha achilles #omega patroclus #menoitius #thetis #peleus #briseis #tsoa #tsoa fanfic #the song of achilles fanfic

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johaerys-writes · 14 days

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Hello😆😆 I hope you're having a nice week! How does a WIP Wednesday sound, if it's not too much to ask?

Hey anon!! This week I've been working on the next chapter of As Fate Would Have it (aka the morning after 🙄) It’s close to being finished and should be up later this week!

“Good… morning,” Patroclus replies hoarsely. He sits up on the furs and accepts the cup of steaming tea Achilles offers him.

“Drink this. It will help with the…" He pauses, visibly struggling for words. "It will help,” he says at last.

Patroclus brings it to his lips; it’s just short of being scalding, but Patroclus is so parched that he doesn’t even mind. It is light yet soothing, sweetened a little with honey. A few sips of it are enough to clear his mind, ease some of the heaviness of his limbs. Patroclus downs almost half of it with a few gulps while Achilles watches him silently. It is several moments later that Patroclus realises that he’s still stark naked; he covers himself hastily, searching for his tunic in the furs and drawing it over his head.

“Thank you for the tea,” he mumbles when he is somewhat decent, giving Achilles back the cup.

“It was my honour to prepare it for you, illustrious son of Menoitius, dearest of companions," Achilles says, accepting the cup with both hands. He is sitting so very stiffly, and his words are stiffer yet. In the months they’ve spent on Pelion, Achilles has slowly but steadily stopped addressing him like he used to in the palace, choosing to be more with him instead. Patroclus secretly prefers that side of him; the formal greetings always made him nervous, and now, with Achilles’ impassive expression and hardly blinking eyes it makes him even more uneasy.

Achilles takes in a long, slow breath, his eerie eyes never shifting from Patroclus’ face.

“You shouldn’t have come last night.”

The words are spoken clearly and matter-of-factly, without a thread of emotion. Patroclus blinks, taken aback. “Excuse me?”

“You should not have come here,” Achilles repeats stonily. "You should never have come."

“I don’t understand.”

Achilles pauses, looking at him levelly. “Why did you come here, Patroclus?”

Patroclus lets out an incredulous huff. “Is that a serious question?” When Achilles doesn’t respond, only continues staring at him, Patroclus shakes his head. “I was looking for you. I was worried about you. You had been… acting strange all day, and then you stole away into the night without a word, without telling even Chiron where you were going. What did you expect me to do?”

“Did it not occur to you that I didn't tell anyone where I was going because I did not want to be found?” Achilles asks peevishly. “You had—no right. No right to come here.”

“Hold on— is this a joke? Are you joking?”

Achilles’ hands on his knees tighten into fists. His nostrils flare, a muscle playing by his temple when he locks his jaw.

“You asked me to stay here," Patroclus presses when Achilles doesn’t speak. "You were sobbing, begging me to stay. You wouldn’t let me go. I tried to leave, and you—”

“That’s not the point!” Achilles’ voice is sharp, a little shrill. His colour is high, a vivid blush touching his cheeks like a brilliant sunrise. He takes a shaky breath, composing himself. “I didn’t want you here. Didn't want you to— see me like this.”

Patroclus doesn’t understand. He doesn’t understand any of it. He leans towards him, trying to peer into Achilles' eyes which are stubbornly cast away from him. “Why?" he asks softly. "What happened to you last night? You seemed… different.”

The crackling flames are his only answer. Achilles doesn’t meet Patroclus' gaze; he stares at the fire between them as if the cave is empty save for it. So long he stays silent that Patroclus thinks he won't speak at all.

"My mother calls it anthos," he says after a long while, so quietly Patroclus strains to hear him. "It means 'to bloom.' What you witnessed last night… that was me in the throes of it. I had no control over it. None at all."

#patroclus is... yeah he's not having a great time #nor is achilles for that matter #they're so silly 😩 god #patrochilles #tsoa #the song of achilles #hades game #omegaverse

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pygmy--tyrant · 8 months

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do you think that menoitius giving away patroclus to serve the royal court of phthia was like the y/n getting sold to one direction trope to the ancient greeks

#iliad posting #greek mythology #sapphire's random thoughts

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unnecessarilygrandiose · 3 years

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Aaah I'm writing a fic! My first ever!!

The Boyhood of Achilles

The Song of Achilles from Achilles POV. How Achilles must have seen his childhood- my interpretation. May or may not be self-therapy seeing as I am never, ever getting over that end.

The first two chapters are up right now! I hope I'll be able to upload a chapter every 2 days. Read and let me know how you feel, I hope you'll enjoy!

#the song of achilles #tsoa #achilles #patroclus #thetis #peleus #menoitius #madeline miller #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #tsoa fanfic #patrochilles #achilles x patroclus

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oronka · 6 years

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...my father was a practical man. My weight in gold was less than the expense of the lavish funeral my death would have demanded.

Madeline Miller, ‘The Song of Achilles’ (chapter 3)

#The Song of Achilles #TSoA #quotes #Patroclus #Menoitius #chapter 3

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incorrectthesongofachillesquotes · 7 years

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Menoitius: Patroclus, has anyone ever told you you're a genius?

Patroclus: You certainly haven't.

#s: merlin #incorrect tsoa quotes #menoitius #patroclus #the song of achilles

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griddleharkakalockedtombbrainrot · 2 years

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Remembering The Two Hundred

So, I finally finished making a list of the names of the two hundred children Harrow’s parents killed to conceive a necromantic prodigy. This should not be considered canon, but rather a sketch of what could have been. I drew from classical names, using both the Greek and Latin root words for “nine” since that seems to be a major convention within the series. See the names below the cut:

1. Lydia Enneades

2. Vergil Sesquinodes

3. Fierens Novus

4. Lyseus Nonus

5. Livia Sesquinoian

6. Elayna Novianos

7. Ilius Enneas

8. Zachariah Naveus

9. Ilianna Nova

10. Elisabetta Navi

11. Cassius Enneiad

12. Leodes Noveus

13. Tatiana Sesquinus

14. Titus Nonides

15. Brutus Novem

16. Varia Nove

17. Erik Novium

18. Umbra Enneus

19. Umber Enneus

20. Pyrrhus Nonasimus

21. Peleus Nonimus

22. Elseth Novasimeus

23. Coram Nonaviseum

24. Alexei Enneasidem

25. Hermera Nonas

26. Yorick Sesquineus

27. Regyna Novias

28. Damien Ennea

29. Mara Novum

30. Miriam Navidius

31. Priam Navidius

32. Oribel Nonideus

33. Erebus Nonesilenus

34. Matthias Nonesilenus

35. Nikolai Nonesilenus

36. Miralyn Nonasileneus

37. Evalyn Nonasileneus

38. Gareth Nonasileneus

39. Charonides Novenad

40. Larken Novenad

41. Lyrya Noveminus

42. Lyall Noveminus

43. Evin Noveminus

44. Aethra Noveminus

45. Aethrus Novumis

46. Marek Novumis

47. Reyna Novumis

48. Isaiah Novumis

49. Jason Novumis

50. Glaphyra Nonis

51. Sera Nonis

52. Nera Nonis

53. Isaac Nonis

54. Titus Nonicus

55. Markus Nonicus

56. Lucius Nonicus

57. Lavinia Nonicus

58. Julia Nonicus

59. Agrippa Nonicus

60. Augustus Nonicus

61. Menoitius Nonias

62. Laertes Nonias

63. Lysandra Nonias

64. Hermia Nonusiem

65. Herodias Nonusiem

66. Helena Nonusiem

67. Rhea Nonusiem

68. Antiope Enneadus

69. Myra Ennaedus

70. Maia Enneadus

71. Achelous Enneaimes

72. Jocasta Enneaimes

73. Iphigenia Enneaimes

74. Deidameia Enneademus

75. Asclepius Enneademus

76. Acastus Enneademus

77. Medea Enneamades

78. Cythera Enneamades

79. Phoebe Enneamades

80. Asteria Enneamades

81. Admeta Enneamades

82. Adelphos Nonagemis

83. Adara Nonagemis

84. Achlys Nonagemis

85. Augustus Novagesimus

86. Adra Novagesimus

87. Carya Novagesimus

88. Rhoetus Novagesimus

89. Catrin Navagesimus

90. Andronicus Navagesimus

91. Brencis Navagesimus

92. Blaise Navagesimus

93. Bithynia Nonavestimus

94. Oenone Nonavestimus

95. Concordia Nonavestimus

96. Cato Nonavestimus

97. Damaris Nonavestimus

98. Dominic Nonavestimus

99. Drusus Navestimus

100. Minoria Navestimus

101. Ulprus Navestimus

102. Ursa Navestimus

103. Sylvanus Naveste

104. Tanicus Naveste

105. Anastasius Navitus

106. Sylvia Navitus

107. Teleus Navitus

108. Terence Navitus

109. Tiberius Navite

110. Thalassa Navaritem

111. Delphine Navaritem

112. Pax Navaritem

113. Pereus Navaritem

114. Ariadne Navarre

115. Briseis Navarre

116. Pallas Navarre

117. Penthesilea Navius

118. Daphne Navius

119. Deanna Navius

120. Gaius Novarre

121. Sebastian Novarre

122. Marius Novarre

123. Maximus Novarre

124. Felix Nonemad

125. Romulus Nonemad

126. Remus Nonemad

127. Magnus Nonemad

128. Thaddeus Nonemad

129. Tarquin Nonesimus

130. Cressida Nonesimus

131. Adriata Nonesimus

132. Varian Nonesimus

133. Lucien Nonesimus

134. Tyreseus Nonesimus

135. Abraxos Nonegad

136. Archos Nonev

137. Cadmus Nonesim

138. Damon Nonesim

139. Phythia Nonesim

140. Castor Ennead

141. Polyphemus Ennead

142. Eryx Nona

143. Evander Non

144. Nereus Non

145. Pollux Nonusum

146. Pyramus Nonusum

147. Troilus Ninevad

148. Althea Ninevad

149. Arete Ninevad

150. Khaos Nove

151. Alec Nove

152. Thalia Nove

153. Cypra Nov

154. Caius Nov

155. Linus Nov

156. Justus Nonav

157. Urbana Nonav

158. Arrius Nonav

159. Vitus Nonav

160. Olivia Nonevestima

161. Fulvia Nonagesima

162. Mircea Nonagesima

163. Patrin Nonevestus

164. Aridius Nonvestus

165. Beatrice Nonavesta

166. Helena Nonaverre

167. Livius Nonaverrum

168. Damaria Nonevassa

169. Deaneira Navestima

170. Proserpina Nonagestima

171. Verena Navarrea

172. Inoulias Navartem

173. Iolaus Navartem

174. Ortus Novurre

175. Azriel Novurre

176. Ariella Navarra

177. Carissa Novarria

178. Cerea Novarria

179. Erestus Novarrus

180. Festus Novarrum

181. Vulcan Nonerum

182. Saturninus Novartus

183. Tamora Novartie

184. Bassianus Novembrus

185. Willem Novest

186. Aaron Novest

187. Hebe Nonaste

188. Ophelia Novast

189. Marcus Navist

190. Caryo Navis

191. Lucine Navis

192. Astyanax Novesismus

193. Archeron Nivenad

194. Caelum Nivenad

195. Eve Nivena

196. Saoirse Navenisma

197. Valeria Navenisima

198. Valerian Novenismus

199. Bassius Novenismus

200. Auron Novesimus

#tlt #the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #harrow nonagesimus #ninth house genocide #remembering the two hundred #two hundred souls #nine for the tomb and for all that was lost

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mxghostbee · 2 years

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OKay! So! I just read [well read-along the the Audiobook (my Compression issues, and Dyslexia makes it easier to absorb)] of "The Song Of Achilles." By Madeline Miller. And I absolutely adored it.

Below is my incoherent notes I made whist this. So if you haven't read it I suggest you don't click the Read More and just read it or listen to it.

Oh yeah my incoherent notes are in absolutely no order btw! Also I threw away my notes at first because they were soaked in tears. And most of the notes didn't start until a fourth of the way into it. Also some are just doodles so I'll try to recreate them with emojis. Why I'm not just showing you the notes is because the have my personal information on them like alot.

What has Hector ever done to me?³

Patroclus is a cinnamon bun.

Patroclus is afraid of blue eyes.

Trojan waves, on a Trojan Shore, on a Trojan Day, With the Trojan air and the Trojan grass...

FIRST BLOOD IS OURS!

Every Last Man.²

We are at war!

😠 *Hisss* ⬅️ Thesis.

[I Drew alot of Tents]

[I Drew Alot of Gems anytime Chiron's cave was brought up.]

[I drew alot of carriages]

Patroclus is a Scrub Tech xD

He is Litterly a SCRUB TECH!

You do Arrows.

🤹🏼‍♂️

👱🏻"Gotcha Love." 🥺🦋

"Why do they always send the poor? Why do they always send the poor?" ~System of a Down

"Have you seen our Dancing Ladies"

Achilles is that you in a dress! Yes! Yes it is!

"He's My Husband."

They were Angry!! [The Greeks vs Achilles]

Good guy Patroclus.

Raid at Sun-up! Then talk peace...

👦🏾👈🏾 Pat-roc-lus

👩🏾👈🏾Briseis!

Ewe² [referring to hearing the men enjoying their bedslaves]

"I wish you all would die!" ~Achilles

If you tell the bedstory one more time I'll FUCKING Kill Myself!

Honor in war?

"My Achilles" ~ Patroclus

Yes Aphrodite Did It!

1,086.

🙁 "No kill!"

The Best Greek

The Best Mymidon

*Patroclus freaking out about the fact he as to actually fight in a war.*

Patroclus is the ancient greek version of Armin Arlelt.

They've taken the Wall!

"I am gonna die :<" Patroclus³

Ajax!

It's Sarpedon!

This is Apollo

Apollo mad

Oof Apollo big mad.

Briseis Loves you dude!

She Loves You!

Oh no. They kissed...

"Do you not ever want children?" ~ Briseis.

"Do you ever consider having children?" "I have a son." 'Oh. Yeah.'

"I waited for him to ask it to me but he didn't." ~Pat. (In Achilles head. "We are Gay.")

"SHE WANTS TO HAVE KIDS WITH ME?!" No. "SHE WANTS TO HAVE KIDS WITH YOU." >:[ *Jelly Achilles!*

Iphigenia is gonna die so don't be too Jelly of her Patroclus.

Opp she's fuxkin dead. Like I said.

Let me do this for you, rose!

"I hope Hector Kills You." ~Briseis

I kinda ship it doe... but only because Briseis's Devotion...

You aren't made for war...

Phionix has yoda vibes.

Menoitius is a prick.

Odysseus is gonna know Pat...

Odysseus knows.

Deidameia!

"I wanna fuck the ones I envy, I envy"

"I just killed a son of Zeus!" "No. He did. That should be enough."

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tsoad · 3 years

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Tyndareus was also mild. “If your son is to be a suitor, as you say, then let him present himself.”

Even I knew it was my turn to speak. “I am Patroclus, son of Menoitius.” My voice sounded high, and scratchy with disuse. “I am here as a suitor for Helen. My father is a king and the son of kings.”

I had no more to say. My father had not instructed me; he had not thought that Tyndareus would ask me to speak. I stood and carried the bowl to the pile of gifts, placed it where it would not topple. I turned and walked back to my bench. I had not disgraced myself with trembling or tripping, and my words had not been foolish. Still, my face burned with shame. I knew how I must look to these men.

Oblivious, the line of suitors moved on. The man kneeling now was huge, half again as tall as my father, and broad besides. Behind him, two servants braced an enormous shield. It seemed to stand with him as part of his suit, reaching from his heels to his crown; no ordinary man could have carried it. And it was no decoration: scarred and hacked edges bore witness to the battles it had seen.

Ajax, son of Telamon, this giant named himself. His speech was blunt and short, claiming his lineage from Zeus and offering his mighty size as proof of his great-grandfather’s continuing favor. His gift was a spear, supple wood beautifully cut. The fire-forged point gleamed in the light of the torches.

- The Song of Achilles

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yours-must-ransom-me · 2 years

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Achilles/Patroclus (Song of Achilles) Characters: Patroclus (Song of Achilles), Achilles (Song of Achilles), Briseis (Song of Achilles), Automedon (Song of Achilles), Antilochus (Song of Achilles), Odysseus (Song of Achilles), Diomedes (Song of Achilles), Penelope (Song of Achilles), Peleus (Song of Achilles), Thetis (Song of Achilles), Agamemnon (Song of Achilles), Menoitius (Song of Achilles), Deidameia (Song of Achilles) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - High School Summary:

At a glance, they are strangers. Like the fragments of a star forming, dicing with the novelty of a sensation they don't fully comprehend yet.

A coquettish smile.

A fleeting touch.

A lingering gaze.

Achilles and Patroclus meet at a party.

#the song of achilles #patrochilles #patroclus appreciation fic #odysseus is on crack #so is dio #fanfiction #achilles #patroclus #aristos achaion #modern au #thetis #menoitius #high school au #briseis #deidamia #tsoa #tsoa fanfic #the song of achilles fanfic

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johaerys-writes · 3 days

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As Fate Would Have It

Patrochilles | E | Omegaverse | Ch. 9

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The morning light blinds him when Patroclus opens his eyes. It’s pale, reflecting off the snow that still covers the ground beyond the cave. It’s a clear and bright day, the snowfall finally having stopped, but the wind that whistles through the trees and rocks of this part of the forest makes Patroclus shiver. He burrows deeper beneath the covers; they’re warm with the heat of Patroclus’ body, and that of Achilles’, and ripe with his scent.

Achilles himself is nowhere to be found under the covers beside him.

Patroclus pushes himself up on an elbow with a groan. His head is heavy and feels like it's been stuffed with cotton, like it usually is after a night of heavy drinking, though Patroclus has not had a drop of wine to drink. He rubs a palm over his face, trying to shake off that lingering fogginess, to wake himself up.

“Patroclus, divine son of Menoitius; supreme in might, skilled at arms beyond all others, blessed by the gods…. Good morning.”

Achilles is kneeling across the fire from him, on a patch of furs he has dragged from the bed. He is sitting on his heels, his back arrow straight and his expression regal, cold and thoroughly unreadable. A more dissimilar image to the pleading mess that had thrown himself at Patroclus the previous night he couldn’t have presented.

“Good… morning,” Patroclus replies hoarsely. He sits up on the bed and accepts the cup of steaming tea Achilles offers him.

“Drink this. It will help with the…" His mouth twists a little and he pauses, visibly struggling for words. "It will help,” he says at last.

Patroclus brings it to his lips; it’s just short of being scalding, but Patroclus is so parched that he doesn’t even mind. It is strong and bitter but it’s soothing, and the honey that Achilles has used to sweeten it makes it easier on the tongue. Sage, rosemary and lemon balm, and some kind of mushroom that Patroclus can’t quite identify. A few sips of it are enough to clear his mind, ease some of the heaviness of his limbs. Patroclus downs almost half of it with a few gulps, with Achilles as his silent and reticent spectator.

It is only after he has finished the tea that Patroclus realises that he’s still stark naked beneath the blankets; he covers himself hastily, searching for his tunic in the furs and drawing it over his head.

“Thank you for the tea,” he mumbles when he is somewhat decent, giving Achilles back the cup.

“It was an honour to prepare it for you, illustrious son of Menoitius," Achilles says, accepting the cup with both hands. He is sitting so very stiffly, and his words are stiffer still. “It gladdens me that it has been to your liking.”

“Yes… alright,” Patroclus mumbles, embarrassed, and rubs at the crick in the back of his neck.

In the months they’ve spent on Pelion, Achilles has slowly but steadily stopped addressing him like he used to in the palace, finally becoming a little more cordial and relaxed around him instead. Patroclus has never told him, but he secretly loves that side of him; those formal addresses always seemed so out of place no matter when or where Achilles chose to make them, and they also made him more than a little nervous, leaving him wondering how he should respond; now, accompanied by Achilles’ impassive expression and unblinking gaze, Patroclus feels even more uneasy.

Achilles takes in a long, slow breath, his eerie eyes never shifting from Patroclus’ face.

“You should not have come last night,” he says.

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#patrochilles #achilles #patroclus #tsoa #the song of achilles #hades game #finally remembered to do a proper promo yay me #still haven't figured out what sort of graphic i could use as a banner for this fic though... and i really want one....#if anyone has an idea or suggestion feel free to lmk 🙇‍♀️

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johaerys-writes · 11 months

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Achilles/Patroclus | T | Ch. 4: Cinnamon

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Patroclus doesn't celebrate his birthday anymore.

It was around the time his mother got sick that things changed. She'd started spending most of her time in bed, sleeping off the worst of the pain or the effects of the drugs, so throwing parties was out of the question. Inviting a few friends over was out of the question too, with his father scowling at everyone and everything, including the furniture and the TV, when he was at home. Besides, it wasn't like Patroclus had many friends to speak of. He had never been popular at school, and his cousins were all far older, or far younger than he was.

But Patroclus didn't mind overly much. Every year, on his birthday, his mother would forgo her heavier painkillers in favour of being somewhat lucid. She would sit up on the bed, or even drag herself all the way to the kitchen table, and send Patroclus to the bakery for a piece of walnut cake with thick white frosting —their favourite— and a candle. She would sing him the birthday song, her voice still sweet though frail and hoarse most days.

"Come here, my darling, my birdlet, my sparrow, my precious one," she'd coo and fuss over him, drawing him in her lap and giving him kiss after kiss on both cheeks despite his laughing protests. "You'll grow so tall and strong one day, like an oak tree; I won't be able to hold you like this anymore. You'll be the one picking me up then."

After, Patroclus would blow out the candle —don't forget your wish! she would remind him— and they'd split the piece of cake in half and eat it, careful not to leave a crumb. Neither of them could risk Menoetius finding out about their transgression.

It was on his tenth birthday that Patroclus woke up to a cold, empty, silent house. Philomela wasn't in her room anymore; she'd been moved to an intensive care facility the previous week, when her condition had worsened abruptly. Patroclus had gone there to see her three days before. He'd sat at the edge of her bed, waiting for her to open her eyes while his father's figure darkened the doorway. There were no sounds other than the machines' steady beeps and her laboured breathing. It had taken her a minute to recognise him through her haze.

"You'll come again, won't you, my little sparrow?" she'd whispered. "It's your birthday soon. Don't forget your candle, my darling, your wish." Her skin had smelled of antiseptic and the sour, sharp scent of sickness when she'd reached out to hold his hand.

His father was sitting by the kitchen table when Patroclus walked in, still in his pyjamas, still hazy with sleep. A cup of black coffee sat by his elbow, cold by the looks of it, the smoke from his cigarette curling towards the ceiling.

"Your mother is dying."

Was his heart meant to shatter in that moment? There were many ways Patroclus had pictured this; he had expected his knees to buckle, his eyes to overflow, his breath to be knocked out by the words. He'd expected his whole life to change in an instant, his world to tilt on its axis, the grief to rise like a terrifying black wave and swallow him whole.

Patroclus simply stood there, by the kitchen door, and felt nothing but the cold, empty, silent space where his mom used to be.

"Okay," he'd said.

Philomela Menoitiades, aged 37, beloved wife of Menoitius and mother to Patroclus, died on a frosty late February morning. The funeral service was held at St. John the Baptist's church at 12 noon, amidst a small number of friends and close relatives; she was buried at the northwestern side of the cemetery, beneath the shade of the yew trees.

~

The light of morning is pale grey and bleak through the window blinds when Patroclus wakes up. The room is cold and his limbs feel stiff. Patroclus rubs his eyes and pulls back the covers, searching for his slippers in the half dark. He barely got any sleep last night, tossing and turning and being woken by dark dreams.

There is a tight ball of unease in the pit of his stomach, a vague feeling of dread. It always comes on his birthday, like there's something breathing down his neck, the anticipation of something awful that's just waiting to happen.

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incorrectthesongofachillesquotes · 7 years

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Menoitius: *pointing at Patroclus* I raised him.

Achilles: You fucked up perfectly good child is what you did. Look at him. He has anxiety.

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“Welcome, Menoitius.” The speaking of my father’s name startled me. Tyndareus was looking at us. “I am sorry to hear of the death of your wife.”

“My wife lives, Tyndareus. It is my son who comes today to wed your daughter.”

There was a silence in which I knelt, dizzied by the spin of faces around me.

“Your son is not yet a man.” Tyndareus’ voice seemed far away. I could detect nothing in it.

“He need not be. I am man enough for both of us.” It was the sort of jest our people loved, bold and boasting. But no one laughed.

“I see,” said Tyndareus.

The stone floor dug into my skin, yet I did not move. I was used to kneeling. I had never before been glad of the practice in my father’s throne room.

- The Song of Achilles

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