Author's Note: Ok, I'm sorry guys, I've been a bit slack of late, but I have a good excuse, just let me think of it :P. Anyways here's the long awaited chapter 21. Sorry it's a little short.
Disclaimer: Am poorby at the moment, do not own anything, especially Troy.
Scene change to the beach, Achilles is preparing to return home
Achilles is practising his knot tying, so that he looks like a pro sailor in front of his men and more importantly Briseis.
Briseis is lying on her back, moving her hands over her stomach provocatively. Achilles is secretly turned on by this but is trying to play it cool.
Briseis: Am I still your captive?
Achilles: Captive is a harsh word, your my guest, however, you're going to return to Larissa with me whether you like it or not.
Briseis: In Troy guests can leave whenever they want.
Achilles: (mutters) Strange people.
Achilles looks at her palm.
Briseis looks puzzled.
Achilles: (studying her hands) Hmmm you've never done any work in your life, these are the hands of royalty.
Briseis: Ok, we've already established that I was royalty in the hair sniffing scene.
Achilles: Shut up, I'm trying to go on about how doomed I am because all I ever do is kill men and bone their wives ... and cousins. (winks at Briseis).
Briseis: (annoyed) Look, a man tells a woman to shut up, a wise man would tell a woman she looks so much more beautiful with her mouth closed.
Crickets chirp as Achilles tries to comprehend, with a blank look upon his face.
Achilles: I never said that I was wise, I'm just a horny killer! Ok here's the thing, I was only going on about your hands so I could talk about my favourite topic of conversation ... me.
Briseis rolls her eyes.
Achilles: (proud and noble, with a hand on his chest, looking up to the sky) All my life I've walked with Death. But I grow tired of his company. You're coming to Larissa with me.
Briseis: (desperate to change the subject) Larissa, is that where you're from? It's a pretty name.
Achilles' turn to roll his eyes.
Achilles: I never thought I'd see it again. Before I left my mummy told me my fate.
Briseis: Oh, does she speak with the gods?
Achilles: She knows things.
Briseis: (excited) Oh goodie, I'll have something to break the ice with then.
Achilles sighs wearily.
Achilles: She told me if I stayed home,I'd have a long and peaceful life. If I came to Troy my life would be short, because if I returned she'd kill me herself. (Briseis sniggers and Achilles glares at her) But my name would not be forgotten.
Briseis: And you chose Troy?
Achilles just looks at her, dumbfounded, how could anyone be so blonde - especially a brunette.
Achilles: But what if Fate brought me here for another purpose?
Briseis: What deflouring virgins?
Achilles: ... I do that anyway. What I mean is, what if I had to go to war to find peace? To find you?
The two pash madly for the rest of this scene.