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Afterwards, when Agamemnon would ask him when he would confront the prince of Troy, he would smile his most guileless, maddening smile. “What has Hector ever done to me?”
I forced my voice to match his in lightness. “I’m sure you’re right. After all, Hector hasn’t done anything to you.”
My head drops back against the ground, and the last image I see is of Hector, leaning seriously over me, twisting his spear inside me as if he is stirring a pot. The last thing I think is: Achilles.
“Hector is dead,” he says. “Tomorrow.”
Achilles’ gaze lifts to meet hers. She is afraid, but does not draw back. “I hope that Hector kills you.”
The breath rasps in his throat. “Do you think I do not hope the same?” he asks.
And I think: do not fear for Troy. It is only Hector that he wants. Hector, and Hector alone. When Hector is dead, he will stop.
Can someone for the love of god please tell me why I’ve cried over patrochilles more than any other ship??? Like they got their happy ending but the moments before that were so devastating to me that like if I think about it too hard I genuinely start it cry??? Hello????
i think of your mother and how she had whisked you away from my embrace that night in your room; how she had taken you from our solitude, in silence, and left nothing for me to speculate — i have realized, then, that this was how it would be when you are gone.
i have contested her, a lesser god but a divinity nevertheless, and in return, she had given me a taste of death.
John 11:1-45 The Raising of Lazarus / Muse Lee, Aaron Reed ARISTOS: The Musical / The Mountain Goats No Children (lyrics) William Adolphe Bourguereau Homer and His Guide (painting) / unknown / Joan Didion / @/sunlightafterdark (on instagram) / The Mountain Goats Sax Rohmer #1
Achilles’ eyes were bright in the firelight, his face drawn sharply by the flickering shadows. I would know it in dark or disguise, I told myself. I would know it even in madness.
As he spoke, the blond finally broke his focused gaze and eyed Patroclus. His eyes were gently set, unbothered, and wondering. Patroclus found himself engrossed in them, unable to break away until he snapped himself out of it, scratching the back of his neck from his awkwardness. The blond smirked like he was amused.
“What’s your name?” He said finally.
Patroclus hesitated, then answered haphazardly. “Patroclus.”
“Pa-tro-clus,” the blond repeated, the words flowing elegantly as each syllable rang. Patroclus could feel blush radiate his cheeks from his recitation- he had heard his name said before but it felt prettier now, full of the sweetness of a pastry with all the zest of a lemon.