neo the baby slayer. (phonomania) wrote in nevermore_logs, |
But Neoptolemus felt nothing of dread. Instead, a sense of familiarity washed over him, as if someone from his past had just stepped through the door. He knew beyond the shadow of a doubt who it was. Even the sound of her footsteps was the same. And he was sure, if he leaned in close enough, she would even smell the same. Andromache.
Her voice hadn't changed. Every name she called out was foreign, but it didn't matter-- it felt as if just yesterday, they had been in Epirus. Finally she reached his name -- You'll know the real one, soon he thought -- and from his position at the window, he made a show of leaning over to snatch his knapsack off the floor. As he slowly pivoted on his heel, the whole of the class watching him, he met her eyes.
"At least learn how to say my name right," he so kindly suggested, stepping over to the closest free desk (it happened to be at the front of the classroom; no one enjoyed sitting up there) and dropping the bag noisily onto its surface. Achilles' monster of a son never tore his eyes away from her face as he took his seat, slumping back into the chair, legs splayed apart.
Surprise, Andie.