|Patrick Clark | Patroclus (borrowed_armor) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2011-12-25 16:26:00
|Entry tags:||helen of troy, patroclus|
Who: Helen and Patroclus
When: Christmas Day
Where: A ski lodge in Vermont
Helen's idea of getting away fort the weekend had so far been a fabulous trip. She loved every second spent in the wintry wilderness. Just her and Patroclus. And a sprained ankle from toppling over, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. Helen had gone through Hell and back. A little injury wasn't something to cry over. So she didn't.
When Christmas Day came she awoke as a child eager to tear into the gifts that had been sitting so tantalizingly under the tree. Without said tree or a huge mound of gifts to open. She was excited about her gift to Patroclus. It was something he likely wasn't expecting and she was a little surprised herself she would be giving this particular gift to him, but it was important. And he was important to her. No matter what the others said or thought of her.
After room service arrived she sat and barely even nibbled at the meal before her, waiting impatiently for him to wake and join her. The gift sat on his plate, ready to be opened. It was a small box and when shaken it jingled a little. "Come on, wake up," she whispered to herself, though wishing he could hear her as the same time.
Patroclus had been enjoying his weekend away with Helen as much as she had. He had been keeping his promise to spend more time with Achilles, but this weekend was special. And he couldn't ignore her just because Achilles needed him.
He woke slowly, the sheets tangled around his legs. It was winter, and even so, Patroclus was sleeping nude. He sat up in bed and groaned at the morning before turning to smile at her. "I smell food," he said, instead of greeting her. His stomach did have a way of getting the better of his manners sometimes. But he did add a, "you look beautiful," as an afterthought.
Helen smiled In return. "Very good food, too." She had ordered quite a breakfast feast, even of she would end up eating very little of it. She had to watch her figure and Helen was very proud; being anything but beautiful would not do.
She smiled sweetly and motioned to he chair across from her. "Come sit and eat." She nodded to his plate. "And open your gift." She was eager for him to open it.
Patroclus liked the idea of good food. He rose from the bed and wrapped the sheet around him so he could sit with her.
"You want me to open my gift now?" he asked as he sat.
Helen wouldn't have minded him coming to the table without the sheet but she didn't voice that thought. She was all smiles that morning, watching him with anticipation.
She nodded eagerly, "Yes I do." when he opened it he would find a single key inside.
Patroclus grinned and he reached out for the blue and green present, opening it quickly. He wasn't used to getting gifts so he was as thrilled as a child might have been. When he pulled out the key, he looked up at Helen with confusion on his face.
Helen watched him with a grin as she sat on the edge of her seat. She knew there would have to be an explanation and was prepared to do so. "It's a key to my apartment," she explained. "I want you to always feel like you can come whenever you want."
Patroclus looked up at her, looking slightly shocked. "Really?" he asked, feeling a little overwhelmed. In a good way, of course. "Thank you!"
Helen looked pleased at his reaction and nodded in response. "Of course." She grinned then, "You're welcome. Come anytime you like, even if I'm not there."