Adrianus "Achilles" Leventis (chink_in_armor) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-07-22 13:24:00 |
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Current music: | "I Will Find You" by Clannad |
Entry tags: | achilles, briseis, helen, patroclus, thetis |
In a place we'd know from tears...
Who: Achilles and Thetis (open to Patroclus and Briseis and later Helen if she likes--I guess we start with those two and then the others come in when they're at/in the apartment. Any posting order you want after that! XD)
What: Achilles goes to visit with Briseis at Patroclus' place, Thetis coming with.
Where: Patroclus' apartment
When: Wednesday night
Warnings: TBD
The first night he and Patroclus had stayed at the hotel in Nevada it had taken Briseis all night to calm to a point that she wasn't crying anymore. His arms wrapped around her on that bed, so close and yet so distant. Achilles didn't know what it was for people to deal with grief, he was never good at controlling his own. Perhaps overtime that was why he chose to stay at a distance from the rest of the world. He had shelled himself up in his mind for so long, the only association he had to grief was anger.
He had seen men die thousands of time, by his own hand and even that could not strike a chord like loosing someone close to you. It embedded an emotion so deep, that the only retaliation Achilles had was to strike at those that he felt responsible. In this case, much like the situation with his son, he felt responsible. Just like Patroclus death in his past life, there was a ring of guilt that was eating away at him at seeing the cost of his actions on Briseis. He had wanted to rid her of her mortal, but he had never wished such a fate on Briseis. She shook most of the night, trembles which only caused Achilles to pull her in tighter without inflicting more harm on her wounds. Though, from experience, he was sure the flesh wounds were nothing to the ones the mind played.
Achilles had never seen Briseis in this state, not even when he'd murdered her whole family and offered her nothing but a safe haven from the other soldiers. By the time Patroclus had been killed, it was too late for Achilles. His mind was on a rampage, murderous and even with flashes of compassion flickered through at having Briseis back in his arms---he hadn't cared to see what his undoing would do to her, or those closest to him. His own mother. By the time Achilles had seen Briseis again, their time was brief and he was also stripped of life, never seeing the kind of tears she shed for his absence. Never thinking of what was to come for her without his protection. It hadn't mattered in the heated face of battle, the shine of his name and the revenge for his own grieving heart.
Now, seeing this, boiled his blood, his anger rising and wanting to wrap his hands around the culprit. At his mother's wishes and Briseis' pleads, Achilles; like Patroclus, had held back from any dangerous response to Set's actions. The second night had gone better than the last, still Briseis called out in the middle of the night for her mortal lover, cried in her sleep and clung as tightly as she could. Achilles did not wish to leave her side for a moment, but upon their return Patroclus insisted that the girl stay with him. The action had probably been a fair one considering the affection Achilles still held for Briseis, but it did not stop him from arguing with Patroclus over it. Achilles had played house guest the first night home, and afterward had his own home to return to. To Kismine. Another whose safety he wanted insured.
It was now Wednesday night, and he had come once again to see his old friends, this time with Thetis. With Thetis back, there was something in Achilles that while it had broken before, she pulled every ounce of emotion out of him. He told her things that he couldn't bring himself to tell anyone else. She was opening him up, which couldn't have come at a more better time, when those around him needed him to play general. When his strength needed to override these pangs of guilt and upset. A comfort that only a mother was able to give, and one that Thetis had always bestowed on Achilles. When no one else was looking, he would shed tears in front of her without being ashamed. He would tell her the hardened stories of his heart, and the things that burdened him. She had been with him every step of the way, even at the times he felt she had flitted away when he wanted her the most.
When they reached the apartment complex, his face hardened, no words spoken, knowing that the very sight of Briseis would hurt him just the same. As it had the previous nights, knowing that he may not be able to leave.