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Andromache | Ανδρομάχη (mydespair) wrote in nevermore_logs,
@ 2016-10-03 08:33:00

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andromache, hector

Who: Andromache, Hector
When: Monday, after school
Where: Outside Andie's school
What: SURPRISE!

Today had been like any other day. Andromache awoke, showered, and went to work. Even with the mass population of immortals hanging around, life had become rather predictable. Of course, mortal children made her life increasingly stressful on a daily basis but what did she expect from being a high school teacher? She had raised four boys of her own in her prime, she knew what teenage boys were thinking. And she had been a teenage girl once herself, so she knew what girls their age thought about. It wasn't always the best idea cramming a bunch of hormonal teenagers in a room together all day long. Even with her own maternal instincts she couldn't always keep the peace in her classroom. Today had been one of those days. Monday's were never easy, especially for teachers who had recuperated over the weekend only to rinse and repeat the next week.

Like any other Monday, students had shuffled in and out all day with varying degrees of attentiveness and snark. By the time the last bell rang Andromache was at her wits end. She waved the last students out her door and then sank into the nearest seat with a loud groan. She was waiting for a student who had planned to come by for a recipe Andromache had promised. A few minutes passed by before the girl appeared in the doorway. Andromache stood up and went to the cabinet where she kept all of the recipe's and books. She found the copy she had made and handed it over, "You can keep that if you like. I have the original."

The girl smiled and nodded, "Thanks, Miss Tros. My mom says thanks in advance."

Andromache smiled, "Tell her you're welcome for me. And enjoy." She waved the girl off before cleaning up whatever messes hadn't been picked up. For the most part, her students were good about cleaning up after themselves, but they always missed something. Monday's and Friday's were the worst days.

It took about fifteen minutes for her to finish putting dishes and ingredients away, then she grabbed her things and locked the door behind her. There were only a few students left when she made her way out the front of the school. She stopped briefly to dust off some flour from her shirt. "Go home, guys," she said to some students a few feet away. There was no point sticking around when they likely had homework or other after school events. She waited until the students left before heading down the steps.

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holding_fast
2016-10-03 08:11 pm UTC (link)

In Paris' drunken fit from a few nights before, he had cried out his problems over a beer. With the revelation that Helen was near, Achilles, and what seemed to be nearly all involved with the Trojan War, there was someone Hector hoped had someone from Ilium would have returned. Hector casually pulled out of Paris for more, but the fool had passed out. Hector used that time to do a little research, and prep his questions for Paris the following day. His baby brother was not the most cooperative of sorts. He tended to try to escape any situation if it didn't pan out in his favor. The advantage Hector had was that Paris right now wasa lost puppy. He'd had his ass handed to him, and now had no idea where to go. Hector was someone he could look to for guidance. So, for some time Hector took Paris under his wing, trying to toughen him back up. He had grown lackadaisical and spoiled. Hard work was never something Paris could put down on a resume. Hector wasn't going to coddle him, so he worked him on the base giving him odd ends and tasks to keep his mind off of his lost loves and sore ego.

Finally, after some time, Hector came across a name and a place to the only love of his life. He'd thought this would finally be his chance to apologize for the choices he'd made that left her in a living hell. She may not even want to see him, but he took the trip to find her, waiting outside her school to see if she'd remember him.

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mydespair
2016-10-03 08:32 pm UTC (link)

There was nothing anyone could ever do to make up for the time Andromache had lost when Hector was killed, let alone the things she had endured at the hands of a madman. Yes, it had been Troy's war and in her eyes Hector had been the true hero. If anyone had anything to apologize for it was Paris for his selfishness, and Andromache had zero interest in speaking to him. She had seen his conversations from far off and it confirmed one thing: Paris was still a spoiled little brat who needed a good throttling. As for Andromache, she considered herself above him and therefore had no time for him.

She watched as the students walked down the sidewalk, turning at the next corner. It was unlikely they were the last, but it wasn't her job to go around looking for stray students. It was when she looked ahead that she realized someone seemed to be watching her. She was well aware of the growing number of immortals in the city, and she had grown accustomed to feeling their presence. They each presented with a unique sensation, though the Greeks tended to make her reminiscent. This particular one made her stop in her tracks in the middle of the steps. She knew him, perhaps better than anyone else. The face of the man who had literally been ripped from her world much too soon, even it he had died a heroes death. Even though there were subtle differences in his appearance, Andromache had absolutely no doubt in her mind. "H-" she had found Helenus so easily, why had Hector been so difficult and long to track down? "Hector?"

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holding_fast
2016-10-05 12:16 am UTC (link)

Hector had spent so much time in his own guilt, that he'd forgotten of what he could say to Andramache if he ever got the chance. He had probably played it in his head a million times, but when he saw her face he went blank. Andramache had been his rock, a voice of reason---but when she'd needed him the most he had destroyed their home. Hector had made an impulsive move that cost them everything. If she didn't forgive him he wouldn't blame her.

The space between them was uncomfortable when he didn't know if she'd even want to see him. The question in her voice he couldn't read if she was happy or upset at seeing him again. He didn't smile, though he was elated to see her. "Andramache." He knew her. He'd always her.

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mydespair
2016-10-05 01:39 am UTC (link)

Andromache wasn't sure whether she would ever be entirely over the things she had endured after Hector's death, let alone his death itself. He had left their world a hero, brave and strong and one to be remembered for eternity. It didn't soften the blow of losing her husband, but they had both gone into that war knowing neither might not come out.

It took a moment for it to sink in. Andromache hadn't seen him longer than anyone else, but she could never forget him. For a moment she just stared at him. It wasn't entirely how she'd imagined it would go. She was simply in disbelief. Then she walked over to him without hesitation, taking him in as she went. Her hands touched his face and she allowed herself a moment to just look at him. Then she smiled, and a little laugh came out she hadn't expected. "Hector," she said again with what was obviously joy, and wrapped her arms around him in a warm embrace.

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holding_fast
2016-10-05 10:33 pm UTC (link)

Her warmth was so familiar, even if he hadn't had it in so long. He felt that strong exterior crack and hold her tight. She shed no tears, because she was as strong a woman as he remembered. Finally, he was able to gather the words to say, feeling they sounded too flat. No apology could ever atone for what she had been through. He blamed himself for the nightmares she face, and their son. He stepped back to see her face.

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	mydespair 2016-10-06 12:24 am UTC (link)
	Andromache let the moment sink in. It had been too long. They had been torn from eachother before their lives could really start. She had imagined she would break down and cry, but she felt much too giddy to shed even tears of joy. "Oh, Hector," she said into his chest. "I've missed you so much." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

holding_fast
2016-10-09 11:39 pm UTC (link)

It was a bit surreal seeing her again in such a different setting than the last. The last time he spoke had been before marching off into battle with Achilles. He hadn't thought that those would be the last words he'd speak to her, and yet they'd been very foreboding.

He touched her face for a second, expecting her to evaporate into thin air as he quickly moved his hand away. "I hadn't expected to find you." He still thought perhaps it was just false hope.

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mydespair
2016-10-10 02:34 am UTC (link)

Hector's last day on earth had been her most devastating day. And she had had to live on afterward. Even though she and Achilles were civil now, with Hector showing up she felt a strong need to keep them as far from each other as possible.

Andromache looked confused, "But didn't the Saint find you and send you? I had someone looking for you." She thought surely Anthony had been the one to tell him Andromache's whereabouts

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holding_fast
2016-10-10 09:21 pm UTC (link)

"Saint? What Saint?" He seemed confused. How long had she been looking? How had they been within the same state and never felt a thing? "I only just found Paris a few weeks ago. I hadn't a clue until he ran his mouth off." Something neither of them were too surprised about. Unfortunately, for Hector he couldn't just ignore his baby brother and his bad choices, no matter how much he disagreed with them. This time at least it had resulted in an unforeseen outcome.

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mydespair
2016-10-10 09:25 pm UTC (link)

Andromache looked confused, "He's called Saint Anthony. I hired him months ago to look for you. I thought maybe he told you where to find me." When he revealed it was in fact Paris who told him, she shook her head a little, "Paris told you? I thought he was too busy fawning all over Helen to notice anyone else. Not that I'm not happy he wasn't," she said. She shook her head, "None of that matters. What does matter is we've found each other. It's a good thing." She searched his face, "Right?"

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holding_fast
2016-10-16 07:08 pm UTC (link)

"When Paris isn't entranced by Helen, he seems to have a decent head on his shoulders. I didn't say he didn't make bad decisions. He still runs his mouth..." He paused. His little brother was a headache, but he was still his brother, and in some horrible way Hector felt he still had to keep an eye over him---to protect him. "He's lost." What had happened to him had rattled him, and talking about Paris right now at least made up for the fact he still had no words to explain himself for leaving Andromache behind as he did. The longer he looked at her, the longer he realized how guilty he still felt.

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