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07 February 2009 @ 01:06 pm
 
Title: In all but Blood
Rating: PG-13, for now (yell when it needs to go higher!)
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 woke up alone. He had overslept, and Patroclus never did, feeling like he was wasting the day. Achilles lay there on his stomach for quite a while; he didn't want to have to walk. Patroclus eventually came back to find him.

 

“What are you doing?” he asked. “It's nearly noon, you should get up and do something.”

 

“Shut up,” Achilles grumbled. “My ass hurts.”

 

Patroclus laughed and came to sit next to him on the bed. “Alright,” he said, kissing Achilles. “I promise, I will never have sex with you again.”

 

“You're horrible. I should expose you for what you really are—a cruel, inconsiderate boor who is overly rough with his partners.”

 

“Are you joking?” Patroclus asked. “If you think I'm rough, you'd never survive with any other man.”

 

“Well then it's a good thing I'd never let any other man do this to me.” Achilles sighed. “I don't know how you kept going after doing it every day with Medeus.”

 

“I sucked it up. For the greatest fighter in Greece, you certainly have a hard time dealing with pain.” Patroclus ran a hand through his beloved's hair. “I suppose you don't want to come out with us on the ship today, then.”

 

Achilles sat up suddenly. “You're going onto a ship? Why? Where are you going?”

 

“Sailing lessons for some of the boys.”

 

“What's so hard about rowing?” Achilles asked.

 

Patroclus laughed again. “Not rowing. Piloting. Working the sails, navigation, that kind of thing. We need competant sailors.”

 

“I'm coming!” Achiles said.

 

“I thought you couldn't walk.”

 

I can walk.”

 

“Well then you'd better get dressed,” Patroclus said. “We're leaving soon. It's already pretty late in the day. And don't worry, you'll get used to it.”

 

Achilles remembered something.“...I haven't gone to see Deidamia yet.”

 

Achilles watched Patroclus' face sink, then his lips tightened. “You shouldn't go to see her at her will,” he said.

 

“No,” Achilles said. “I will see her at my will, and no other. Not even yours.”

 

Sometimes I can't figure whether you are a boy or a true prince,” Patroclus said.

 

I am what I choose to be.”

 

Patroclus cocked his head. Achilles knew by now that his lover did that when he couldn't decide whether he should be hurt or not. Achilles suddenly felt bad for his imperious attitude toward someone he loved so much, but didn't want to take it back; he felt he should stand by any of his convictions. At the same time, he felt like he was putting on battle armor. He knew Deidamia, and knew that he might need it.

 

Of course you are,” Patroclus said quietly, with a small smile. “We can't wait, so I guess I'll see you tonight.”

 

When are you coming back?”

 

I don't know. We'll probably eat out on the ship so that we can continue working.” He leaned down and gave Achilles a soft kiss on the cheek. There was something deliberate about it that hurt as much as Patroclus might have at his tone. “Health to you.”

 

Patroclus left him feeling miserable. He wanted to explain how hard it was to take responsibility over his desire to spend a perfectly beautiful day out on the water with friends. If he didn't go to her, Deidamia would keep coming back. He knew that she and Patroclus had fought, and thought that the best thing was to just keep them away from each other.

 

Deidamia didn't make his day any better. The moment he entered she turned on him.

 

What's going to happen to me?” she asked.

 

What do you mean?” Achilles asked. “You're going to live here.”

 

Aren't you going to marry me?” she asked.

 

Why should I do that?”

 

She threw herself down on the her bed. He could tell that her tears were completely fake. “You told me that you loved me!” she sobbed. “It was only a couple months ago! And...and I'm having your child, and he's already got the shame of being concieved illegitimately, but for him to not even have married parents! And—and when you leave, what will happen me?”

 

He gave an annoyed sigh. “Do you have to bring this up now?”

 

She glanced up at him before turning burying her face in her arms once again. “When am I supposed to?”

 

Achilles closed his eyes. “I'll give it thought. Serious though. I promise.”

 

He didn't wait for an answer before he left. Walking down to the beach, he looked out across the water. He could see the ship that Patroclus was on in the distance. With a sigh, he sat down and pulled his knees to his chest. He supposed that if he could find something productive he might be able to salvage what should have been a good day. With a last look at the ship, he stood up and headed back up the mountain to the palace.

 



Notes
: Oh...no....this wasn't supposed to be like this. I wanted a happy day for them! But I can't keep excluding everyone else. So I attempted to write Deidamia.

And for once I don't have much to say....

Chapter Thirty-six: Letting go

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