Wavering Love
Chapter 19: The Clearing Clouds
Three nights and days have past after both Achilles and Patroclus arrived by the welcoming sounds of home. Only Achilles was the one of the two that took heed of its calls. The sights and smells of the graceful beach didn't draw Patroclus' mind away from his father. All of its colors can sounds were left aloof in his mind. Thetis' opening arms weren't left vacant but their warmth against his skin was and the same with every other aspect that was remembered to have done the same. He now sat in his room, again, waiting out the hours of the day to fall asleep. Sleeping seemed to be the only occupation he anticipated for even though a simple task as that was hard to do.
Achilles wasn't clueless enough to have not noticed this attitude Patroclus let out. For many times when he wanted to see Patroclus the most the opportunity diminished through his fingers. Ever since Patroclus entered his room he never went out. At every approach Achilles made towards the door, his wise mother bade him to let Patroclus be. Feeling it was the best thing he did. Yet as the days wore on to not even equaling a week, Achilles' patience was worn thin as it could possible be.
Only Artemis' hopeful light inspired Achilles to break the barriers he promised to not cross. This was the only time his watchful mother didn't keep him at bay. Once standing up to the wooden door he knocked on it. An answer was muffled but he knew by its tone that the speaker didn't want to be bothered, however he ventured in anyway. Patroclus jolted upright in bed, as if he was trying to sleep not a moment ago.
Achilles closed the door lightly, hoping it would relax Patroclus down. He walked over to lie next to Patroclus on the bed. It had been a week's worth when Patroclus had to hush Achilles' passion on the moment they recovered each other. And now seeing Patroclus again and so fresh, that same passion was burning below his stomach more vividly then before. Patroclus still wore his princely threads except his shirt which was being held in his hands. The woven clothe seemed to have a more affect to Patroclus' attention then Achilles.
Achilles brushed along side Patrolcus' bare arm then lightly kissed its trail. His lips forged their way up his shoulder and along his neck. The closer he got to his mouth Patroclus reared his head away from those invading lips. He turned his face away from Achilles when he knew he was going to kiss his mouth.
"What is the matter Patroclus?" Achilles finally asked but received no answer. "Is it still about your father? Are you still sad to have left him?" Achilles waited for Patroclus to speak.
"No matter how much I acted loathing to be son of a king, never once did I not beam in being the son of a father." He now met his sparkling eyes with Achilles' own. They were on the brink of fallen tears but Patroclus learned to hold them in over the past days of silence. Achilles nodded to show he understood. Again his lack of experience in this field left him with no guides to say anything. His intentions screamed of touching Patroclus but he had to find a way where Patroclus would be comfortable too.
"Come, lie with Patroclus." Achilles said. He moved to blankets over them before taking Patroclus' hands in his own. Patroclus didn't move but continued looking at the divine tunic. "Patroclus?" Achilles asked trying to take the tunic out of Patroclus' hands. At once he did and tossed it over the bed. It took a lot of strength to tear his eyes away from that piece of clothe but when he saw Achilles he felt relaxed.
Together they sunk back into the comforts of the grand bed and both their arms and legs tangled together, eloping them closer for the night. The hot air from their breath eluded them into a peaceful slumber. Achilles' eyes fell instantly when he touched the blankets but Patroclus still was wide awake staring intently on Achilles while his mind was busy on something else. He'll come back to me. Even though I cannot reach him, he'll follow his way back and see me once more. The council can't keep him away from traveling so he's bound to find an excuse to come towards here.
Hope whispered her blissful thoughts into his mind and sung him asleep, shielding his eyes from the realistic truth of his father's false return.
Now, I'm not sure Patroclus ever met his father again in his travels. But I'm going to go on a limb here on this topic. This chapter was going to be the end, but I thought it would be to much of a rush to end just right there. So next chapter will be the ending. Right now I just wish you will REVIEW and tell me how you liked this chapter so far. Thank you for reading!