TITLE: Please, remember me.
AUTHOR: Too_beauty.
PAIRING: Alexander & Hephaestion.
RATING: PG.
DISCLAMER: I don't know the people involved, they belong to History and to themselves but I wouldn't mind sharing my life with Phai *sighs*
WARNING: tissues?
NO BETA so all mistakes are mine.
FEEDBACK: comments are love!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The words in bold belong to the poem "Remember me when I am gone away" by Christina Rossetti (1830-1894).
Late Pyanepsion (October) 324 BC.
Two naked lovers were resting after their sweet and tender lovemaking.
The blonde looked into his lover's blue eyes, those two priceless jewels that he had learnt to love so much, and said:
"Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land"
"Don't say that, Alexander" whispered the brunette into his ear.
"Why not?" he asked curiously, while snuggling further into Hephaestion's neck.
"Because you perfectly know that Patroclus dies first" he said sighing deeply.
A dark cloud darkened the king's two coloured eyes and breathing heavily he said:
"Maybe not this time so indulge me" he begged.
Hephaestion realized that Alexander needed to do this so he lovingly nodded. After his acceptance, Alexander went on with his soliloquy:
"When you can no more hold me by the hand, nor I half turn to go yet turning staybut knowing that my time on earth is over."
" Remember me when no more day by day, you tell me of our future that you planned for us and I cannot long to have it;"
"Only remember me; you understand it will be late to counsel then or pray to the gods to let me stay by your side".
"Yet if you should forget me for a while and afterwards remember, do not grieve, I will understand that life must go on for you without me"
" For if the darkness and corruption leave a vestige of the thoughts that once I had, those thoughts that were not my best ones
"Better by far you should forget and smile, than that you should remember and besad because that would imply for me dying twice.
Alexander's words died out and when the silence was too heavy, Hephaestion took his face between his slender but calloused hands and bringing it closer, he kissed his lips reverently.
For remembering his beloved one, Hephaestion did not need words or promises.