Hector/Achilles/Andromache
Hector| Open to Andromache or Achilles [info]holdingfast 2011-06-26 10:08 pm UTC (link) Track This Hector knew that if it came to it, he cleaned up nice enough. He hardly wanted to be here, but didn't want to risk getting on any Gods bad side just by not showing up.
But he hadn't left Andromache's side. He wasn't too important. He wasn't a son of anyone. Just a Prince from a Doomed city, now long turned to dust. He figured he could show for a few moments before leaving.
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[info]chink_in_armor 2011-06-27 01:35 am UTC (link) Track This He stayed observant of his surroundings hoping that perhaps he'd catch Briseis or Patroclus among the group. True to his word to Amphitrite he did not drink. This event was not unlike old times only Achilles had not seen old foes standing so proudly out in the open.
Hector had looked in another direction when Achilles saw him, the face of a man he would never forget. Achilles' chin jutted up high, his arrogance now raining down in folds. With so many in one place, it was only fuel for the fire. He walked up toward his old foe, that tall and graceful walk whipping around like a cat before he met his eyes.
"Well, well," his head still held in that classic stance, "If its not the Trojan Prince."
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[info]holdingfast 2011-06-27 01:58 am UTC (link) Track This He'd been too occupied making sure Andromache was well enough to really notice Achilles. When he heard that voice and felt that familiar feeling he had no doubts who it was.
Straightening he had his hand shift from his wife's waist to her shoulder, stepping forward just so he was in front of her. He wouldn't allow Achilles to get to Andromache, no matter what. "If it isn't the Spartan dog." Achilles could rile his anger too well. But he wouldn't be goaded into a fight. That was all behind him now.
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[info]chink_in_armor 2011-06-27 04:51 pm UTC (link) Track This Achilles snorted shaking his head at the Trojan dog. "There's no need to protect her, I don't want your woman." Hector knew little if he thought Achilles was there to swipe his wife from him, like his son had done.
He looked Hector over, his annoyance growing at the man's petty retorts. After all these years and it was a face he never wanted to see again, they were alike in more ways. Achilles did respect the man, he had been the only good fight he'd had on Trojan soil, but at times that thought was lost to his burning anger.
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[info]mydespair 2011-06-27 05:46 pm UTC (link) Track This Andromache had been fussing over Hector and herself for days, not knowing what was overdressed or underdressed. Plus she was starting to barely show and she couldn't wear anything too tight or too loose because the gods always read into things. So finding something suitable had been challenge enough until she found something simple. People would really have to be looking for it to notice any "weight change".
Andromache had really hoped this wouldn't happen. She didn't want to be there, let alone run into the one man on the planet she wanted nothing more than to rip to shreds. Combine that with being pregnant and hormonal and there was no telling what she'd do if Achilles started throwing insults.
She tensed up the moment she saw Achilles. It was good that Hector made that small movement because it kept her at bay, because the moment her eyes fell on that Spartan pig she had the very strong urge to strangle him. "At least it doesn't run in the family," she said tensely. "If you'll excuse me," she said to them both, but to Hector alone she said, "I'm going to be with Cassandra, when you're done."