|Helen of Troy...Sparta...Troy... (thefacethat) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2017-02-21 19:35:00
|Entry tags:||briseis, helen of troy|
Who: Briseis and Helen
What: Helen comes clean
When: Thursday, after Briseis returns home
Where: Their apartment
Although Helen had spent months preparing herself for perhaps the biggest fight of her life, she still wasn't going to up and leave without telling someone her plans and where she was going. She didn't have an exact date just yet. She just knew the time would come within the next week. Helen also felt she owed Briseis an explanation because she had taken Helen in and kept her safe despite their very rocky history. Although she had not kept it a secret that she was training again, she hadn't revealed there was a reason for said training. A very important, very theoretical reason behind it all.
Helen was going to take back her life. She would make it hers again. She would no longer allow the gods to arrogantly think they had any control over her.
Helen took a deep, wavering breath as she rehearsed the words over and over in her head. When she said them aloud they sounded distant and, quite frankly, crazy. Maybe it was crazy. Maybe it was a pointless quest, but she had to try. Helen had to do this on her own, because whenever someone else intervened on her behalf it all started over again. This was Helen's trial. For now she kept the words in her head until she spoke face-to-face with Briseis. She sat on the couch, anxiously awaiting Briseis' arrival. She only hoped she wouldn't be met with complete resistance, because there was a very good chance anyone who knew about her plans would try and convince her not to go through with it.