Eyes For Miles
By Samri
Disclaimer: I own nothing, still.
A/N: Aaand here we meet the one who has been speculated to be Achilles' lover since before we even had movies. I'm surprised they didn't include this in the film...
Chapter 3
It was a cold night on the beach of Troy, but Athena had urged Selene, the goddess of the moon, to brighten the sky for mortals below. Namely- Achilles and Patroclus.
"Ah, gods Achilles! You should have seen it- ten thousand ships unloading onto the beach, all at once, the Trojans had no idea what hit 'em!" Patroclus, eyes wide and expressive, had been going on for quite some time about the capture of the Trojan beach. Achilles winced and rubbed his temples.
"Patroclus," he began, silencing the other immediately. "Honestly, I don't care."
A blush fell over Patroclus' face, and he hung his head. Achilles sighed and cupped the younger man's chin in his hand, forcing him to meet his gaze. There was a dead silence for a moment, save for the breaking of the waves on the shore. Achilles leaned in and pressed a kiss to Patroclus' lips. The latter of the two exhaled shakily.
Achilles leaned back against the wall of the makeshift hut. "I care not for any of this- all this. This war," he tossed his hand dramatically, "is over a girl- a stupid, beautiful girl that young Prince Paris decided is the one he wants to die next to. I've done what I need to. I've secured my place in eternity, reached the shores, taken the beach. Not the Greeks. Me. Achilles and his rebel army are in control here. And it means nothing to me, Patroclus."
The boy said nothing. He didn't dare take his eyes off Achilles, but sat and listened expectantly. The warrior continued:
"Listen to me. I'm going to finish this here, soon. I don't care if we take Troy or not. I'm sailing home again, and I'm going to take you with me and- " Mighty Achilles paused and grinned mischievously. "We'll see from there."
Patroclus returned the smile, blushing a deep red. He looked behind him, at the door to the hut, and, sensing no one's presence, moved forward, laying his body next to Achilles and resting his head on his lover's chest. Achilles shifted a bit and absently ran his fingers through Patroclus' tangled hair. Patroclus, in turn, moved his head up against Achilles' calloused hand, so that the warrior was stroking his cheek. This made Achilles smile.
Despite Patroclus' constant checks of the door, the lovers were being watched very carefully. Athena sat alone atop a cloud, gazing down to the beach with interested eyes. Being as powerful a goddess as she was, the thin roof of Achilles' makeshift dwelling was no obstacle for her gaze. She could see right through it. Easy. She watched Patroclus stand and pull Achilles to his feet, watched them embrace and make their way down to the bed of skins in one corner.
A smile crossed the goddess' face. In the aftermath of the battle and her fight with Ares, she was frustrated and glad to see that at least someone was happy. Two people, that is. Not wanting to intrude, even unnoticed, Athena got to her feet and headed for the halls of her father.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, still.
A/N: Aaand here we meet the one who has been speculated to be Achilles' lover since before we even had movies. I'm surprised they didn't include this in the film...
Chapter 3
It was a cold night on the beach of Troy, but Athena had urged Selene, the goddess of the moon, to brighten the sky for mortals below. Namely- Achilles and Patroclus.
"Ah, gods Achilles! You should have seen it- ten thousand ships unloading onto the beach, all at once, the Trojans had no idea what hit 'em!" Patroclus, eyes wide and expressive, had been going on for quite some time about the capture of the Trojan beach. Achilles winced and rubbed his temples.
"Patroclus," he began, silencing the other immediately. "Honestly, I don't care."
A blush fell over Patroclus' face, and he hung his head. Achilles sighed and cupped the younger man's chin in his hand, forcing him to meet his gaze. There was a dead silence for a moment, save for the breaking of the waves on the shore. Achilles leaned in and pressed a kiss to Patroclus' lips. The latter of the two exhaled shakily.
Achilles leaned back against the wall of the makeshift hut. "I care not for any of this- all this. This war," he tossed his hand dramatically, "is over a girl- a stupid, beautiful girl that young Prince Paris decided is the one he wants to die next to. I've done what I need to. I've secured my place in eternity, reached the shores, taken the beach. Not the Greeks. Me. Achilles and his rebel army are in control here. And it means nothing to me, Patroclus."
The boy said nothing. He didn't dare take his eyes off Achilles, but sat and listened expectantly. The warrior continued:
"Listen to me. I'm going to finish this here, soon. I don't care if we take Troy or not. I'm sailing home again, and I'm going to take you with me and- " Mighty Achilles paused and grinned mischievously. "We'll see from there."
Patroclus returned the smile, blushing a deep red. He looked behind him, at the door to the hut, and, sensing no one's presence, moved forward, laying his body next to Achilles and resting his head on his lover's chest. Achilles shifted a bit and absently ran his fingers through Patroclus' tangled hair. Patroclus, in turn, moved his head up against Achilles' calloused hand, so that the warrior was stroking his cheek. This made Achilles smile.
Despite Patroclus' constant checks of the door, the lovers were being watched very carefully. Athena sat alone atop a cloud, gazing down to the beach with interested eyes. Being as powerful a goddess as she was, the thin roof of Achilles' makeshift dwelling was no obstacle for her gaze. She could see right through it. Easy. She watched Patroclus stand and pull Achilles to his feet, watched them embrace and make their way down to the bed of skins in one corner.
A smile crossed the goddess' face. In the aftermath of the battle and her fight with Ares, she was frustrated and glad to see that at least someone was happy. Two people, that is. Not wanting to intrude, even unnoticed, Athena got to her feet and headed for the halls of her father.