Who: Achilles [Narrative]</span> What: Hybris has digged her claws in, the effect is starting to hit. When: Monday night, November 16, 2010 Where: Achilles' apartment Warning: None
Since waking up to the sweaty sheets of Hybris’ bed, her poisonous whispers had started their magic where her hands had left off. The side of Achilles that was growing distant from those around him, finding himself alone, welcomed Hybris’ attentions with open arms. It was the side that let her fool him into believing he was everything he thought of himself. It was a quench to the hunger, giving him power that was just going to break him in half in the end.
Hybris was creative, she was crafty and knew how to nail her claws into his strongest desires. She’d done it before and it had killed him. What power she gave him was just a temporary fix, one that was going to make his hunger grow to the point of insanity.
And he wanted it.
That hidden side wanted it. He could feel it pounding against his temples, taste it on his tongue, running wildly through his veins like a new pulse. She fed his attention, but he was nurturing her own desires.
Already her thoughts were filtering into his own, making him greedy for what he desired most.
Recognition. Power. Glory.
Those would always be his strengths, and yet his greatest weaknesses. It was almost superficial the way he looked on others in this state of mind. This wasn’t like the power of his PTSD, how it left him guilty and still looking for a war that he would always crave. This was different, this was his arrogance at it’s worst---reckless. Completely reckless and without reason.
While he could still gain control again, eventually she would win him over---charming him with her words.