|cadmeia_prince (cadmeia_prince) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2016-11-05 19:11:00
|Current music:||"In The End" by Eklipse|
Who: Paris [Narrative]
What: Paris is struggling with family
Where: Hotel room in New Jersey
Hector had done pretty well at keeping Paris out of the line of fire from the rest of the Greeks. Especially with not knowing exactly what would happen if he was within a 20 mile radius of Helen. How strong was the curse still and had death done anything to quench it's thirst?
Paris stood off the balcony of his hotel room. It had in some ways become his prison. He stayed there (or around the general vicinity of the hotel walls) most days and nights. Hector came to check-in on him from time to time, but for the most part he was alone in this prison. Looking down at the lights down below he wondered if this was what his life was to become now. He was tethered to the city it felt like, and now with Hector here was he to just become a burden for his brother to hang onto out of sympathy?
The breeze hit his face. In a moment of courage he thought it was time to just take his chances back in the city. He walked right down the street this time, and got as far as the ferry over to the city, and he stopped before ever getting on. He was still scared to even board. In some ways he was more scared than Helen. What if he got to the city and his head became hazy again. Then he'd lose himself. The only problem was he'd already lost something now. Now he just slinked int the shadows. Pulling the hood of his jacket over his head he started back to the hotel.