Patrick Clark | Patroclus (borrowed_armor) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2010-11-18 04:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | achilles, patroclus |
Who: Patroclus and Achilles
What: Uhm omg whut iz rong wit u? (That hurt me physically).
Where: Achilles' apartment
When: The waning hours of Wednesday evening (ooOOOOooooOoo)
Kenneth had expressed concern that Achilles was acting out of character and at first Patroclus didn't want to hear it. Achilles had an ego and sometimes he acted like an ass. But Alicia had complained as well, and Kenneth was right; usually Achilles' temper was not nearly so volatile. And when Hephaestus expressed concern as well, Patroclus couldn't ignore it.
Hephaestus was an Olympian. Patroclus still fell all over himself when a god or goddess spoke to him, especially an Olympian. He couldn't ignore Achilles' bad mood.
Though he couldn't be sure Achilles would let him in at all, Patroclus made his way to the man's apartment and he knocked. He had to try. He had made a promise. He knocked loudly and he hoped.
Achilles was losing his mindset, Hybris was settig him onto the road of insanity, and not one he could leave. Much of his thoughts now were like a ping-pong ball, bouncing back and forth. Achilles was not one to go down without a fight, and it was wearing on him.
Patroclus showing up now only fueled the conniving goddesses influence. That burn for glory was not only fattening his ego but giving his sanity a back seat.
The want was now turning into a need Achilles was lusting for it.
The knock on the door came, and he slammed his hand against the door. It was only one look into Patroclus' face when he opened it to clarify his anger. His eyes were burning with it.
"Leave," he barked, though the order was just as much a warning.
Patroclus actually jumped a little with the intensity that Achilles barked his orders at him.
Achilles did not speak to him this way. This wasn't right.
"Achilles," Patroclus said, sounding utterly shocked. "Wh- What is going on?!"
Achilles tilted his head, a snarl of a reply given to the man he called his best friend. "I said leave. There is nothing I have to say to you." What little side of him that could rationally see what was happening was keeping those he loved away, and yet it was Hybris' same influence that had kept them away these short few weeks.
He knew what he was capable of, and what control he had wasn't as strong as it had been before. Unlike his PTSD, the compassionate side was gone, there was no remorse on his face, but actual joy at his own arrogance.
His hurt showed on his face. He had never been turned away by his brother-in-arms before. But now was not the time for his emotions to get in the way.
Patroclus stepped forward, trying to push into Achilles' apartment. "I am not leaving until you tell me what's going on with you or you make me leave!"
Achilles had never been quite so cold to Patroclus, or turned him away without a second thought. The other man pushed his way inside, warranting a fiery glare from the blonde.
Achilles stood in that doorway, ready to forcefully shove Patroclus out if he had to. "Are you threatening me?" Achilles asked through gritted teeth. Whatever Hybris had declared about Patroclus was embedding itself into his more rational thoughts.
"What?" Patroclus asked, flabbergasted. He would never threaten his cousin. "Achilles, no! I'm worried about you!"
Achilles' eyes were cold, with his influence just in the other room fueling his reactions. "Do not ask me to repeat myself. You've shown where your loyalties lie, don't disrespect my authority." everything he said was a product of Hybris' deceit, and going back and forth between wanting to keep Patroclus from his anger or ripping him apart.
"There is no need for your concern," and as he had said to Briseis, it meant nothing to him. If Patroclus could even catch a glimpse of Achilles it was for only a moment when his voice broke into a softer tone. "Just leave." at this point Achilles had muscled his way in front of Patroclus his body language alone saying he would physically throw him out.
Patroclus backed away from Achilles, his hands raised in the air. He was a warrior, but Achilles was his general and Patroclus knew his place. When your general challenged you, you backed down, or you died. At least that was how it worked on the battlefield.
Why, then, did this feel so much like being back there? Only then Achilles wouldn't be acting so very wrong.
"Achilles, you're- You're not yourself! You have never turned me away! Are you going to throw me out this door?" he asked, knowing that if Achilles did, then something much deeper and much more dangerous was going on here than Achilles just being upset about something.
Achilles tilted his head high upward, chin out relishing in his authority. His arms crossed over his chest, eyes narrowed as he looked down on Patroclus instead of as his equal.
"You are mistaken, there is nothing wrong," his teeth baring at the end of his statement. He stepped closer, face straight and full of so much anger. "Then perhaps you deserve such an opportunity. Yes, well I'm not asking you to leave anymore, I am demanding else you get hurt." There was no softness in his tone, he was serious.
Achilles was now threatening him. Patroclus could barely believe what he was hearing, but he didn't want to stay and see how it played out.
Whatever was wrong with Achilles, if he harmed Patroclus, he wouldn't forgive himself and Patroclus didn't want to put Achilles through that.
"I'm going," he said, retreating to the hall. "But, Achilles, please don't cut yourself off from us!"
Achilles was threatening him, and there was no remorse on his face for it, not even a flinch of sadness that was far more clear on Patroclus' face.
At the final comment all his friend would receive was a door shoved his face without any rebuke.