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Briseis (spoil_of_war) wrote in nevermore_logs,
@ 2017-09-23 11:19:00

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briseis, helen of troy

WHO: Briseis & Helen
WHEN: Friday night
WHERE: Briseis' apartment
WHAT: Just two gals being pals...

Briseis never put a lot of stock in physical beauty. She knew that she was beautiful, and that it came with both its advantages and disadvantages, but it felt hardly noteworthy to her. She was a woman spoken of in legends - it was hard to find a mythical woman who wasn't described as breathtaking. It was the one attribute they could reliably be given across every culture, and Briseis had seen so many of them now with her own eyes. Beauty was cheap, and in the modern era it was even easier to be beautiful. Almost magical makeup, photoshop, basic modern health - these things could make the plainest of human women beautiful.

And yet Briseis watched Helen some mornings as she got ready and thought, by the gods, you are beautiful.

She wasn't sure when enjoying Helen's company had turned to something more, but... it most certainly had. More than once Briseis had imagined what it would be like to walk hand in hand with Helen through the streets, to kiss her in some cute cafe, to laugh in bed with her on Sunday mornings, to-

Briseis knew how important it was not to make women feel like a piece of meat though. She had had only a few relationships with women in her long immortal life, but each of them had been so warily begun. Briseis had been a slave to the desires of rough men, and the idea of being anything like them... No, she couldn't handle that thought.

So the months rolled by and Briseis said nothing. She made sure that her friendship never drifted astray. She made sure that she examined her emotions as logically as was possible for one having those emotions. More than anything, she didn't want to lose Helen's friendship. A silly little crush was nothing compared to that friendship.

But, Briseis thought as she brought the glasses of wine back over to the couch where they were both sitting, by all the gods, she is so beautiful.

"Turns out I lied," Briseis told her with a smile as she passed one of the glasses over. "There's no Riesling left, so I opened a Chardonnay."

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OMG <3

thefacethat
2017-09-22 11:46 pm UTC (link)

So much of Helen's history revolved around the fact that she was beautiful. There was a time in ancient days when she was considered the most beautiful woman to walk the earth. Beauty was a fickle thing. It changed with each generation, trends changing and adapting to what men wanted out of their women and how women wanted to please their men. Beauty required a lot of time, sweat, and pain. Now all she needed to do was apply some makeup and tweeze a few eyebrows. Even now Helen was beautiful, but she did not consider herself all that impressive compared to some of the modern beauties. And honestly, she didn't care at all about that.

Whatever Helen truly wanted in life she wasn't entirely certain. She knew she loved her friends and that she didn't want to lose them. She was well aware that if she ever pulled a stunt like luring Paris to his death without backup could result in losing everyone she cared for.

She was still anxious about what would happen when Hector returned with Paris. Even if she denied it, it was still etched across her face. It was something she thought of constantly, even when she tried her hardest to focus on more important matters. However, Paris returning and testing her theory was very important to her.

She offered Briseis a smile, taking the glass. "Anything is fine with me," she said with a little clinking of her glass against Briseis' glass.

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spoil_of_war
2017-09-22 11:55 pm UTC (link)

Before the smile, Briseis had seen that other expression, the one that crept in so often. Briseis knew what it meant and who that anxiety was about. Her lips parted softly to say what she'd already said a hundred times, but she closed them and took a sip of her wine instead, knowing Helen already knew it anyway.

I won't let him near you, she had told Helen. I won't let him touch you.

So instead of telling Helen platitudes of her protection, Briseis curled her legs up under her on the couch and said, a little mischievously, "I very almost brought home a box of kittens today."

	spoil_of_war 2017-09-23 03:04 am UTC (link)
	"I am so sorry," Briseis said, shaking her head and turning to look back at Helen seriously. "I shouldn't have done that. I'm just- I'm so sorry, Helen." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	spoil_of_war 2017-09-23 11:33 pm UTC (link)
	"I love you," Briseis said with a little smile. "And I mean that as a friend. I love that you're a part of my life, and I hope this isn't going to make things too awkward." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)