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cadmeia_prince (cadmeia_prince) wrote in nevermore_logs,
@ 2016-06-22 15:03:00

Current mood:	cold
Current music:	"Modest Mountains" by Field Divisions
Entry tags:	oenone, paris

Who: Paris [Narrative - Open to Oenone]
What: Paris emerges from the land of the dead
Where: His apartment he'd had with Helen
When: Wednesday, June 22nd
Warnings: Confusion

Paris had found himself in Hades' realm for what could have been decades. He'd been out of breath the whole time, feeling hands clamped around his neck, with a pretty pattern of fingerprints squeezing every bit of air he tried to catch. It was constant, it had been the last thing he remembered as Achilles clenched the life from him. Not Helen or why he'd been there with her, the time together, just Achilles.

Coming to felt even worse in a body that had been laying in wait for it's soul to reappear. He was broken, bloodied and bruised. He would heal, but it was the stench that made him gag as he blinked looking up at the ceiling and clawing at someone that wasn't there. He still thought Achilles was there trying to kill him. He was gasping for air and trying to breathe again.

The room was dark. He had no idea Oenone was there, or why she'd even feel the need to stay after finding him dead on his living room floor.

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oinos
2016-06-22 04:35 pm UTC (link)

Oenone had dropped in every day since she had found Paris' body. Had it not been for her, he would have been taken elsewhere and stuck in a morgue. Thanks to Oenone, he didn't wake up in a dark, cramped coffin six feet under. In her mind, he owed her once he was back. Not that she would accept anything from him. She hated Paris and she didn't trust him. She didn't even know why she checked on his body.

There was a very sudden, very strong sense of presence that came over her that told her Paris had returned to his body. She frowned, not really sure what to say or do. She stepped into the bedroom to see him awake and fighting something that wasn't there. She made no move to help him, not did she appear concerned. She just stood there watching until he calmed down.

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cadmeia_prince
2016-06-22 08:19 pm UTC (link)

He grabbed at his neck, choking to gain control of his air and finding it wasn't trapped by Achilles' closed hands. Once he stopped fighting, he looked around the room and could feel the presence of another. He shifted back against the mattress until his back slapped the wall. "Who's there?" He said in a frantic and scared voice. He was worried he might see the bowels of hades again! He felt alive and he'd rather not experience that once more.

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oinos
2016-06-22 08:29 pm UTC (link)

Oenone continued to look on at the scene before her, bored and unconcerned. Maybe there was a tiny fraction that worried about his well being, but if there was it didn't show anywhere on her face. He deserved what he had gotten. He deserved far worse, in fact. But even so, it wasn't her place to deal out judgment. She would make sure he was settled and then be on her way. "Oenone," she said simply, without budging from her spot. She did reach a hand over to the lightswitch and turned on the light so he could see.

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cadmeia_prince
2016-06-23 10:12 am UTC (link)

He looked frantic, his heart still crawling it's way out of his throat. When the lights flashed on he instantly covered his eyes with his hands. He'd been in total darkness for over a month, his eyes were sensitive, and his skin felt like it was on fire. He howled for the brightness to be turned off. "It burns," he cried with his hands shielding his face, peeking through his fingers.

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oinos
2016-06-23 10:17 am UTC (link)

Oenone rolled her eyes at his overly dramatic response to the light. "Really?" she asked skeptically. "Fine. Be in darkness. See how little I care," she said coldly before turning the light off. "There is food in your fridge and the mess you left has been cleaned up. When you decide to stop acting like a child, you should eat something." She sounded more like a mother speaking to her child, though where a mother would have been warm and comforting Oenone was icy and rigid.

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cadmeia_prince
2016-06-23 10:33 am UTC (link)

She had no compassion, and he didn't intend for her to show it. She hated him as much as anyone. Right now Paris was alone and all that time down in hades made him feel the impact of it. He couldn't help it. He dropped his hands and started to cry like the coward he was. He didn't know what was going on, and even with the lights off, the back of his head was still pounding and caked with dried blood.

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oinos
2016-06-23 10:42 am UTC (link)

Oenone stood in the doorway, arms crossed tightly as she stared into the dark room. Why did he have to start crying? Why did she have to be there at all? She had no business with him anymore. She had protected his body while his spirit was away. She had made up for not saving him once before... sort of. So why couldn't she break away from that doorway? She stood her ground, not letting the tears of a coward soften her composure. She retreated to the bathroom where she turned on the shower. The sound of running water could be heard when she returned. "You should clean yourself up," she said firmly.

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cadmeia_prince
2016-06-23 07:11 pm UTC (link)

She could slice his neck, watch him bleed and die all over again to appease her own vengeance. She didn't, and as he tried to slide off the bed, he was thankful for that. He wiped at his tears, trying to gain some composure, but he was still so confused not only about what happened, but why he was here.

His legs were lead weights to the floor, and as soon as he stood he dropped down like a ton of bricks.

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oinos
2016-06-23 07:21 pm UTC (link)

The thought had come to mind, but Oenone wouldn't gain anything by killing him. She had made up for her past mistake when he needed her. Now she had nothing to make up for. There was a twisted pleasure in watching him fail to get up on his own. He hadn't used his physical legs in a while now, he was bound to be weak.

She smirked, looking at the weak boy before her. There was a time when she would have rushed to his side to help. Those days were long gone. "If you want help you have to ask," she said bitterly.

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cadmeia_prince
2016-06-23 07:42 pm UTC (link)

Paris was difficult to deal with, he was arrogant and impulsive. However, when he wasn't under a love goddesses spell, he was more clear-headed. He had emotions. He wasn't just the pinup boy without a brain.

Everything was sore as he picked himself upright. He looked at Oenone's feet for a long time, fresh tears gliding down his nose. "Please?" He begged in a croaky voice.

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oinos
2016-06-23 07:52 pm UTC (link)

Oenone watched him silently, her face stony and devoid of emotion. Where Paris was concerned, she was still very confused. She had loved him with every fiber of her being, but then he betrayed her. He betrayed their marriage. And for what? The promise of another man's wife. She had told Dionysus she was through with Paris, but here she was making sure he got oriented to the living world.

She sighed, rolling her eyes again before straightening up and then stepping over to him. She offered her hands as more of means of support and balance than anything. "I haven't got all day," she said gruffly.

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cadmeia_prince
2016-06-23 10:26 pm UTC (link)

Paris had never had the chance to be a man because he'd been pampered his entire life. He'd been spoon fed by his parents, coddled by gods and goddesses to succeed, and in the end had been the scapegoat. He knew how to just be a weasel, and took no responsibility for his actions.

Oenone's hand became visible and he took it, his eyes that of a scared rabbit that had just had it's tail bit off by a wolf. She might not have an ounce of sympathy for him, but he would milk what little he could find. She offered her attention and that was enough for him as he got onto his wobbly feet.

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