The Rising Sun
Authors Notes: Just a little ficlet about Hector and Paris before they leave for Sparta
The Rising Sun:
Usually Hector welcomed the rising sun. He rose with it, cherished it, for it was a gift from Apollo, and he never took it for granted. While he was not committed strongly to the gods as many others were, he still knew the importance of them, and what they brought to Troy. He could never crush his father by speaking ill of them.
Upon this day he did not welcome the sun. He even risked pushing it away. He didn't want to rise or prepare for the day's journey. He didn't want to leave his warm bed for the foreign ones of Sparta. He wanted to be content in Troy, in his room, with Paris by his side.
But the sun crept further into the room and in his arms he could feel his brother stir. There would be very few moments after the current that he could spend in peace. His wife would grow to demand his presence far more fiercely, and he had a son that would soon take after him. Paris would need to choose a wife of his own, and their father's health would not last for long. Duties and responsibilities would fly to them fast.
"Hector?" The body in his arms became fully awake. "Do the Gods bless our journey?"
"What is this you speak of?"
Paris did not reply, instead his arms tightened around his brother's waist.
"Apollo must bless us, dear brother," Hector said softly, dropping a kiss to Paris' brown curls. "For we cannot do without."
"Sparta awaits us," Paris remarked, raising himself off his brother. "We shouldn't linger."
"Will you find trouble in Sparta?" Hector shook his head. "You find trouble on all lands."
Paris drew himself from his brother's grasp and sat back on his knees. "Why do you insult me, brother?"
Hector sighed, sitting slowly. "We will deal with these matters later."
He knew better then to procrastinate. He knew his father would say nothing, but displeasure would be evident. He knew Paris would bring them trouble, as he always did. But he also knew, if he did not take the current moment and hold it as long as possible, he would regret it for however long he lived.
His arms came around Paris and drew him back down on the bed. Troy could wait, Sparta could wait, and Apollo could wait. He needed Paris and the sun would not stop him from delaying just a bit longer.
Authors Notes: Just a little ficlet about Hector and Paris before they leave for Sparta
The Rising Sun:
Usually Hector welcomed the rising sun. He rose with it, cherished it, for it was a gift from Apollo, and he never took it for granted. While he was not committed strongly to the gods as many others were, he still knew the importance of them, and what they brought to Troy. He could never crush his father by speaking ill of them.
Upon this day he did not welcome the sun. He even risked pushing it away. He didn't want to rise or prepare for the day's journey. He didn't want to leave his warm bed for the foreign ones of Sparta. He wanted to be content in Troy, in his room, with Paris by his side.
But the sun crept further into the room and in his arms he could feel his brother stir. There would be very few moments after the current that he could spend in peace. His wife would grow to demand his presence far more fiercely, and he had a son that would soon take after him. Paris would need to choose a wife of his own, and their father's health would not last for long. Duties and responsibilities would fly to them fast.
"Hector?" The body in his arms became fully awake. "Do the Gods bless our journey?"
"What is this you speak of?"
Paris did not reply, instead his arms tightened around his brother's waist.
"Apollo must bless us, dear brother," Hector said softly, dropping a kiss to Paris' brown curls. "For we cannot do without."
"Sparta awaits us," Paris remarked, raising himself off his brother. "We shouldn't linger."
"Will you find trouble in Sparta?" Hector shook his head. "You find trouble on all lands."
Paris drew himself from his brother's grasp and sat back on his knees. "Why do you insult me, brother?"
Hector sighed, sitting slowly. "We will deal with these matters later."
He knew better then to procrastinate. He knew his father would say nothing, but displeasure would be evident. He knew Paris would bring them trouble, as he always did. But he also knew, if he did not take the current moment and hold it as long as possible, he would regret it for however long he lived.
His arms came around Paris and drew him back down on the bed. Troy could wait, Sparta could wait, and Apollo could wait. He needed Paris and the sun would not stop him from delaying just a bit longer.