Patrick Clark | Patroclus (borrowed_armor) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-07-08 06:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | hermes, patroclus |
WHO: Patroclus and Hermes
WHAT: "You took Briseis!"
WHEN: Friday night
WHERE: Peitho's penthouse
WARNINGS: Talk of rape
The message had been left on Patroclus' phone.
"I talked to Hermes. I know I shouldn't have but I- God, I hate him so much. He told me what you did, the asking him to take away my nightmares. I wish you hadn't. You know how I feel about them, how evil they are. I can't even- fuck it, I'm coming home. I'm tired and angry at the gods and- I'll just be home soon."
He had waited and waited. He had given her hours past the time of the message and Briseis hadn't come home. By the morning he was fairly sure that she wasn't just out doing something or having gotten distracted by someone. Something terrible had happened. Hermes had taken offense to what she said and he had taken her.
As scared as Patroclus was to see Hermes again, the thought of the Olympian having his Briseis was far more terrifying.
He armed himself and set off for Hermes' penthouse, shaking the entire way. When he knocked on the door, he held his breath. He almost hoped a servant would answer it, but Hermes did, looking as easily handsome as he always did.
Hermes arched his eyebrow at Patroclus and then he leaned on the doorway. "Not who I was expecting but I won't say no. Did you miss me, Warrior?"
The sound that escaped Patroclus' lips wasn't actually human, though his disgust was obvious enough. "No! No, you- My friend came here to yell at you for what you did to me?"
"What?" Hermes asked, looking bored.
Patroclus drew a knife and he held it out, aimed at Hermes' gut. His hand was shaking slightly, but he was trying so hard not to let his fear show through. "Briseis. She came here to yell at you and-"
"No one came here," Hermes stated, leaning up off the door. "And if she had, I would have thrown her out."
"You took her! Give her back to me!"
Hermes watched Patroclus for a moment more and then he stepped forward. Patroclus' knife shook more in his hand and Hermes took it away from the warrior easily. Patroclus was too frozen in fear to do anything and he couldn't really stab an Olympian. They would set the Furies after him. "Your friend overstepped her place," Hermes said, as if explaining to a child. "You should tell her what her place is. And you could do with reminding too." Hermes looked Patroclus up and down and Patroclus felt his stomach grow cold under the god's gaze.
"So if you didn't come here to join our bed again, go away. To be honest, I wouldn't want to have you again anyway. Once was enough. Now I advise you to leave my wife's home before I get angry at you for wasting my time." Hermes handed Patroclus the knife back and then the door slammed in his face.
Hermes had to be lying, Patroclus just knew it. Briseis had over-stepped the boundaries of what Hermes considered right, and he had taken her. Patroclus couldn't get her back alone.
He needed Achilles.