Helen of Troy...Sparta...Troy... (thefacethat) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2016-05-02 12:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | helen of troy, patroclus |
Who: Helen, Patroclus {open to Achilles}
When: Monday after this
Where: Achilles' place
What: Helen's free and needs to see Patroclus
Helen only had one thing on her mind since getting away from that apartment she had shared with that bastard: Seeing Patroclus. She needed to make sure he was okay. She needed to make sure he didn't hate her for what happened. How she had left so abruptly without a trace. She felt so lost and confused. She felt like her world had been ripped apart and there was nothing she could do about it. She had practically begged Achilles to take her to see Patroclus. It surprised her when it seemed so easy to convince him. They had never even on good terms, but somehow he managed to look past that to help her.
She paced the room, wringing her hands anxiously as she waited for Patroclus to arrive. She felt beside herself with worry and grief and anger. Every now and then her thoughts drifted to that... that son of a bitch and she felt a wave of intense rage. HOW DARE HE! She wanted to wring his neck just as Achilles had. But she knew she couldn't be in the same place as him, lest the curse take over again. She felt a wave of jealousy that everyone else in the world could go near him and not be taken down by a curse. But if it hadn't been for Achilles she would still be in that miserable prison. For that she was grateful and would forever be in his debt.
Helen stared down at her hands. They were bruised and cracked from the force with which she had smashed Paris' face. At the time it hadn't registered how painful that was. Now she felt a sting as she looked at them. The blood was cleaned off, if only because she didn't want his blood on her. She would have done it all over again, but she still got very little satisfaction from it. It would have been so much more satisfying had she been the one to kill him.
When she heard the door open she turned to make sure it was in fact Patroclus. When she saw him a wave of relief, excitement, happiness, and yet also shame came over her. She practically sprinted to close the distance between them and threw herself into his arms. She sobbed, feeling so overwhelmed and distraught that she couldn't even manage a single syllable. Her world had fallen apart around her just as it had all those years ago. Broken. But perhaps fixable.