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cadmeia_prince ([info]cadmeia_prince) wrote in [info]nevermore_logs,
@ 2016-06-22 15:03:00
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Current mood:cold
Current music:"Modest Mountains" by Field Divisions

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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