Leader, warrior, figher.
I will be the best of my generation.
I will be the best of my generation.
Enjolras/Achilles
multi-verse, multi-everything, multi-para. please read about & verses!
Enjolras/Achilles
multi-verse, multi-everything, multi-para. please read about & verses!
Anonymous asked: "I am wondering if you might point me in the direction of my son."
I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about. Who is your son?
Sighing she looked at her son with sadness in her eyes, she knew it the day that would take her son from her was drawing ever closer and their was nothing that she could do to stop it. From the moment he was born she knew this day was coming and all her scheming had done was alienate him more and more.She wanted to hold him and tell him how much she loved him, but that shipped had sailed many years ago. “You will fight bravely my son and all will know your name once the fight is over.”
He sat some way from her, almost slowly becoming immune to her presence, all she did now was bring him bad news and talk of things that could not be done. He was no longer the boy she longer to protect but the man that knew what had to be done. He was a man now, a tender man but a man nonetheless.
‘Yes, they will know my name, they will know what I have done and they will mourn my loss. But Phyrrus shall live on with his mother and you can have him instead.’
Anonymous asked: "I am wondering if you might point me in the direction of my son."
I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about. Who is your son?
“As it has always been.” She muttered. Sometimes she wished that her son had inherited more of his father than her.Seeing herself reflected back at her was not something she desired. Sighing she tried to calm herself, a fight was not why she had come.“Do you think there are many that are lead to fight care for her? You will have more than that if I have any say Achilles.” She frowned at his words, no the Greeks would not lose, but others would. Her heart clenched as she looked at her son so filled with pride, she knew what was coming. “You do not have to fight… We could go somewhere else.” Anywhere else she thought, anywhere but this pointless fight.
‘No, I do not think that there are any that care for her, either, no. But I will fight, I have given my word and I shall lead my men into battle as I am to do. I cannot outrun destiny forever, Mother, and you know that.’
He frowned a little, shrugging his shoulders at the thought of the impending war, but it was not too bad, he was not afraid and he was not apprehensive, he knew that he could win. He could have beaten the entire trojan army with barely a lost breath, Patroclus, too, would be beside him, they would be together. Perhaps they would die together.
Anonymous asked: "I am wondering if you might point me in the direction of my son."
I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about. Who is your son?
“Enough.” She barked at him. “I did not come here to argue with you over him or anyone else. As it happens this war was put into place at mine and your fathers wedding, by that damn stupid trollop Aphrodite. Though she got her payback from Hera shame it was her child that suffered for it and not herself. Besides unless your dearest friend has suddenly changed sexes then no it is not about him." Clearing her throat she looked back to him again. "This was not why I came… and you know I can find you any where, my son.”
‘It is not finding me that would be the problem, but engaging me,’ he retorted, looking to her with thin anger in his eyes. He did not like to be shouted at, to be commanded by those who seemed not to be giving him what was best. She was. He did not agree.
'Helen? I care not for her, but if Patroclus goes then so will I. Father says I will have his armour, the one from Olympus, and I shall parade magnificently in front of them all. The Greeks will not lose with me by their sides.’
Anonymous asked: "I am wondering if you might point me in the direction of my son."
I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about. Who is your son?
‘Yes much of his life is well known as will yours be one day.’ Sighing she moved to sit a ways from him, the silence stretching between them as she tried hard to get her words in order so as not to push him away yet again.'I don’t blame you at all son, I have been trying for years to change your fate in anyway I can. Do you think I want to lose you to a stupid war over a stupid mortal who isn’t even that pretty?’
'And of which mortal do you speak, mother? I am well aware of your dislike towards Patroclus, so if it is he that you speak of I would advise to hold your tongue, lest I cut our meeting short and not return for some weeks,’ he said, his lips pressed together in some faint anger. He despised her dislike of his beloved. Patroclus was his greatest and dearest friend, the only man the young warrior would ever listen to, the best of the Acheans.
'Is it?’
Anonymous asked: "I am wondering if you might point me in the direction of my son."
I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about. Who is your son?
So modest, that is certainly not something you inherited from your mother. Perhaps it’s something from your father.
‘Perhaps, my mother is never very modest at all, always coming and going as she pleases, my father is, though. He is a humble man.’ He sighed, looking at the woman in front of him. They looked alike, somewhat.
'What is it you have come for, mother? You rarely visit without occasion. Something else added to my fate?’
