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20 September 2008 @ 05:05 am
Fic: In all but Blood, ch 22  
Title: In all but Blood
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Patroclus accidentally kills a friend in an argument, he and his father are forced to flee to Phthia, where the queen is said to be a goddess and he's asked to look after her tiny son, unknowing that a series of events has been put into play that will change the world forever.


 

Achilles lay with his eyes closed, listening to the rain pounding outside. Every once in a while a flash of lightening would show through his eyelids, but other than that it was completely dark. He wanted to enjoy the storm as much as possible.

 

More than the storm, though, he was enjoying a memory he had of Patroclus. It wasn't long before they left to live with Chiron, and he thought Patroclus might have seemed a little annoyed. There were a couple times in his life when he was too old for Achilles, but they went, and Patroclus was good at hiding it. In reality, Achilles had stopped being afraid of storms ages before that particular event, but he liked to pretend so that he could have an excuse to sleep with Patroclus.

 

He thought of the last time they lay together like that. He had been eight, and insisted on sleeping between the two older boys. As far as he was concerned, those night would always belong to him,and even now—as silly as it might be—he would still rather sleep alone than with anyone else on these nights. It had been five years since he came to Skyros.

 

Already he was getting tall, and was happy to see his hair having lost its reddish tint; it was now a deep gold. For the longest time he thought he would always be short. He thought that Medeus, who had always been tallest, was probably a giant by now. He would probably also have a full beard, something that Achilles was now afraid that he would never get; he hadn't needed to start shaving yet, and while he didn't particularly look forward to doing so, he thought that it would at least show that he really was a man, not just a boy.

 

He thought that Patroclus, too, would have grown into full manhood now. Achilles knew exactly what he would look like, too. He would be tall, at least as tall as his father, and his chest would have broadened, and his face hardened. In his dreams, Patroclus had beautiful golden skin, and a beautiful muscled physique. He thought of Patroclus standing in the rain now—he liked rain, and would stay out until Zeus began to throw his lightening—and smiled at the thought of the water running down his body. Achilles' heart began to pound, and he let out a shaky breath.

 

There was a knock and the door, and Achilles immediately stilled, closing his eyes even tighter. He realized that he was holding his breath, and let it out as gently as he could. Maybe if he pretended he was asleep, they would go away. He didn't need anyone find him getting himself off; he might be able to laugh it off, but...

 

The thought went unfinished. He couldn't just lie there like that, though. He buried his face in his pillow and did his best to be quiet. The person outside went away, probably thinking he had run off again. Sated, he lay back and stared at the ceiling.

 

It wasn't a new fantasy. He remembered Medeus laughing when Achilles looked at him blankly, and was sure that at some point he and Patroclus had been lovers. When he thought about it, it was rather obvious. He tried not to think about it though; Medeus had never been anything but a friend, and Achilles didn't want anything to tarnish the memories of him.

 

He had always loved Patroclus, and never denied it. If anything, he would solicit the fact. Now he had little doubt that he was in love. He tried to imagine what it would be like for them to be lovers; and yet, his mind seemed to stall at some point, usually right before they ever got anywhere. And it was getting harder to get off without it.

 

With a sigh, he wondered if it would be better if he actually found a lover. He didn't really want to think, though, about what what he would do when he did see Patroclus again. There was no doubt in his mind who he'd choose.

 

~*~

 

Deidamia was of an age at which a young woman held the attention of young men. She never shunned their attention, the way a respectable young woman should, either; in fact, she flourished on it. She even made a game of it, smiling coyly, flirting in a would-be innocent manner. And they loved her for it.

 

Achilles looked on jealously as she was surrounded by a group of youths, all intent on catching her eye. She smiled and said something with an indifferent expression. It was fine with them, they were playing the game. He wasn't sure whether he envied her or the other boys, though.

 

By all defaults he was off limits. He wasn't allowed relations with Lycomedes' daughters—indeed, nobody was, technically speaking—and no one else knew that he was boy. And yet, there was always that technicality there.

 

For all she acted cute, he knew that she knew what she wanted, and knew how to go about getting it. She had a will of her own; she had the potential to make a fine queen.

 

Their eyes met, and she gave him a secret smile before turning away again. He gave a wry grin and shook his head. She could work her charms on just about anyone. But their connection had caught the attention of a couple of the boys surrounding her, and they turned to look around at him. They didn't take much of an interest. That was just that mute girl that Lycomedes had taken in—Achilles had taken to pretending not to have a voice since it had broken.

 

With a sigh, he stood and headed back toward his rooms.


Notes Holy crap! 22 chapters, and we're starting to get into real Patroclus/Achilles. And Achilles is very aware that he'd be eromenos, btw.  And yes, Patroclus will have grown up, from being the sort of shy teenage thing to that sort of quiet sexy kind. That's just how I'd imagine him...*coughs*

We also have an amount of Achilles/Deidamia. I'm trying to make her a little like a Vivien Leigh character--the sort of acting all innocent, but knowing exactly what she's doing and how to manipulate men and stuff. I have a feeling that, no matter what really happened, she had it coming to her.

 
Lately, I've been waking up ridiculously early. Today it was 4 o'clock. I didn't get back to sleep within 45 minutes, so I figured that I probably wouldn't at all, so there wasn't any point in just laying there. So I did something vaguely useful (and a lot that isn't...like reading fanfiction >.<)

Twenty-three: War
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See you later, instigator: YTMT - kiss (by hyelle_narmo)oudeteron on September 20th, 2008 11:40 am (UTC)
*cough* So now that I've finally caught up with this story (seriously, all the stuff I would have missed! Like the final chapter for Patroclus and Medeus, aww. Or that picture!), back to regular rambling commenting. I feel really bad for Achilles here - he must be frustrated by now. And I'm curious what will happen when he meets Patroclus again (of course we all know in the long run, but...). I'm even kind of glad we're getting to the Deidama part to get that whole episode over with. XD But it's interesting that Achilles pretty much sees through her.
MissTeacakes: bradschumissteacakes on September 20th, 2008 11:48 am (UTC)
She'll still totally have him wrapped around her finger for a while. She's that kind of girl, and I want her to have a bit of Olympias in her. It's just necessary.

Wait till you get Patroclus' reaction to her (yeah, I have this planned out. It won't be pretty ^.^)
See you later, instigator: Remus/Sirius Canon (by snow_blossoms)oudeteron on September 20th, 2008 11:55 am (UTC)
I guess that's the only way this would work. And I second that Olympias connection - you can never have too many Alexander parallels in this! (Like Medeus's comment about Patroclus's thighs, which I of course forgot to mention before. xD)

Cannot wait. *chuckles*
MissTeacakesmissteacakes on September 20th, 2008 12:00 pm (UTC)
I don't know any Alexander fans that don't like the thighs comments.

And now I'll be late to band 'cause I'm sitting here on the internet. Heh.
See you later, instigator: Oscar Wilde (by plastic_clown)oudeteron on September 20th, 2008 12:07 pm (UTC)
It's almost blasphemy not to like them, I'd say.

Happened to me too. Run run run~
Oliviaeosyn on September 20th, 2008 10:10 pm (UTC)
I'm loving Deidama right now, even though she's exactly the kind of girl who I would usually really hate ;) Even though they're not really present as much in your story, I really enjoy how capable the females that you write are, and all in completely different ways.

Also, Achilles/Patroclus! Rejoice! I love Achille's musings on puberty, haha.
MissTeacakes: wingsmissteacakes on September 20th, 2008 11:42 pm (UTC)
I had someone comment once that my female characters are all very independent, and it sort of reflects what I'm like. I guess that's true. I just think that women have always had to just work with what we've got.