After Troy
Chapter 11 – Achilles' Choice
Achilles, after waking that morning with a pain in his head and a hatred of light, had ventured a walk towards the ocean. He stood, now, atop a low- rising peak, looking far across the horizon to where he could just make out the blue, deeper and greener than the sky's, of the ocean. Any human would have been unable to discern this detail, but Achilles' abilities changed and enhanced each day, much to his pleasure.
Reflecting on the ocean, Achilles' thoughts turned to Odysseus, his old friend. He would now be traveling, in one of the many ships, back over the ocean. Very soon, Achilles pondered, Odysseus would be home, in Ithica, most likely never even dreaming of seeing Achilles again.
He had been a great friend, and had stood by him even when Patroclus would not.
"We could have won Achaea together, Odysseus and I." Achilles mused. They had been grand friends, in many more ways than one.
At the memory of Achaea, Achilles sighed. He would dearly have loved to see his Myrmidons again, and his father, Peleus. Even his illegitimate, long- lost son would have been a blessing. But it was Patroclus and Odysseus that he missed the most.
He was unable to distract himself with even the lovely Briseis any longer. As sweet and loving as she was... well, she went no deeper than that. There was nothing more to it. It couldn't compare to any of the fun he had shared with Patroclus and Odysseus, nor the strange, somewhat disturbing, passion he felt for the boy, Paris.
"Paris." Achilles amused himself by saying the name, allowing it to float from inside him. He chuckled to himself, repeating it a few times and noticing the way it built up inside one's mouth before exploding, either in two long seductive, or short sharp syllables, however he so chose.
Breathing deeply, the sun now reasonably high in the sky, it's light less annoying, he decided to return to Lyrnessus. As he viewed the horizon once more, noting the blues and speaking the young Trojans name, he came to a final conclusion. He would follow the passion he felt, and see where it led him.
"After all," he pondered aloud, "it's hardly going to kill me."
Paris had woken that same morning to note the absence of Aeneas. This was not, however, entirely unexpected. Aeneas had taken to having private conversations with Andromache, of late. Then he would consult Athena, who still traveled among them as a commoner, and then he would sit down for a drink and a brief chat with Paris, before returning to Andromache. Paris had no doubt they were still planning the 'future of Troy'. Fortunately he felt no indignation at being left out of the plans, it was not his desire to get involved.
So Paris, after arising to an empty room, had gone to poke about the town. It had still not entirely recovered from the Achaean attacks which had occurred earlier than the attack on Troy itself. But Lyrnessus remained largely Trojan-populated. Their group of travelers had already been faced twice with Achaean soldiers, but had been ignored as commoners.
Achilles, Paris chuckled as he watched the man approach, had taken to 'disguising' himself with hooded robes. Unfortunately his very size and physical form gave him away as not-the-average-farmer, but most pretended they didn't notice.
Paris observed the man with keen eyes, and became slightly worried when he noticed a strange glint in the warrior's eye, the mischievous grin on his face.
"Good morning, Paris." Achilles said, winking at the boy as he passed. Achilles had decided, on his return walk, that he would start his advances immediately. Paris was conveniently, for Achilles, placed in the doorway to the inn. As such Achilles made it his business to brush perhaps a tad closer than usual as he walked by.
Paris shivered at the touch, noticing the warriors hand lingering on his waist. 'Why is he so relaxed?' he wondered, of Achilles. He, personally, had felt slightly put out since the night Achilles had... kissed him. 'But,' he supposed, 'he must bounce back well from rejection.'
Suddenly Paris realised he had nor replied which, he cursed himself, made him appear foolish. He turned to catch Achilles, but the man had already disappeared through another door.
Paris felt confused, yet again, by his and Achilles' actions. Paris, himself, had reason to be civil, he was doing it for Aeneas. But, Achilles? What purpose had he?
Paris shook his head. He would leave it and hope that the pleasantries remained just that, pleasantries. He went, now, to find some food, an uncomfortable feeling rising within his gut that he hoped was hunger. The issue of Achilles could and would wait.
Only Paris was ignorant as to what, exactly, Achilles was waiting for. But he would soon find out. That very night, in fact.
A/N: eech! I have no idea where I got upto. But hey, you won't hate me if I don't respond... will you? Peanut Gallery - Alaska's Own. Now, that is a new one! Feral toddlers? Shakers? You confuse me, dude! But hey, constructive advice I guess! : ) thank you! Lol, purplemoofu, you entertain me so! You go get 'em with your detective hat! But I am sorry to announce that there will be no Achilles/Hector, Achilles/Aeneas OR Achilles/Apollo action going down, but keep your hopes up, maybe someday someone out there will write a crazy gang-bang fic with all four of them, and you can just be in heaven! And Lucy! You reviewed! Oh you reviewed! Haha, Harry Potter twice within one week, that's pretty good for me! And thank you for proclaiming me the family prodigy, but hey, I already knew that! Hehehehe! Jamy, yay for Johnny and Viggo, and thank you for your review! I'll write to you soon. Lady Lenna, nice to hear from you m'dear! How's the weather in slash-fic- reading-ladies' land? Kage Miko, a new comer! So many new-comers! Indeed it is the best damn pairing... for this movie! I have to say, favourite pairing ever is Sirius/Remus. And I got vibes in that movie? Did anyone else pick that up? In the shack?... maybe it's just me... hmm... anyhoo! And Goldensong, greetings again! And you'll find out in the next chapter! Toodles kids, gotta go! cw
Achilles, after waking that morning with a pain in his head and a hatred of light, had ventured a walk towards the ocean. He stood, now, atop a low- rising peak, looking far across the horizon to where he could just make out the blue, deeper and greener than the sky's, of the ocean. Any human would have been unable to discern this detail, but Achilles' abilities changed and enhanced each day, much to his pleasure.
Reflecting on the ocean, Achilles' thoughts turned to Odysseus, his old friend. He would now be traveling, in one of the many ships, back over the ocean. Very soon, Achilles pondered, Odysseus would be home, in Ithica, most likely never even dreaming of seeing Achilles again.
He had been a great friend, and had stood by him even when Patroclus would not.
"We could have won Achaea together, Odysseus and I." Achilles mused. They had been grand friends, in many more ways than one.
At the memory of Achaea, Achilles sighed. He would dearly have loved to see his Myrmidons again, and his father, Peleus. Even his illegitimate, long- lost son would have been a blessing. But it was Patroclus and Odysseus that he missed the most.
He was unable to distract himself with even the lovely Briseis any longer. As sweet and loving as she was... well, she went no deeper than that. There was nothing more to it. It couldn't compare to any of the fun he had shared with Patroclus and Odysseus, nor the strange, somewhat disturbing, passion he felt for the boy, Paris.
"Paris." Achilles amused himself by saying the name, allowing it to float from inside him. He chuckled to himself, repeating it a few times and noticing the way it built up inside one's mouth before exploding, either in two long seductive, or short sharp syllables, however he so chose.
Breathing deeply, the sun now reasonably high in the sky, it's light less annoying, he decided to return to Lyrnessus. As he viewed the horizon once more, noting the blues and speaking the young Trojans name, he came to a final conclusion. He would follow the passion he felt, and see where it led him.
"After all," he pondered aloud, "it's hardly going to kill me."
Paris had woken that same morning to note the absence of Aeneas. This was not, however, entirely unexpected. Aeneas had taken to having private conversations with Andromache, of late. Then he would consult Athena, who still traveled among them as a commoner, and then he would sit down for a drink and a brief chat with Paris, before returning to Andromache. Paris had no doubt they were still planning the 'future of Troy'. Fortunately he felt no indignation at being left out of the plans, it was not his desire to get involved.
So Paris, after arising to an empty room, had gone to poke about the town. It had still not entirely recovered from the Achaean attacks which had occurred earlier than the attack on Troy itself. But Lyrnessus remained largely Trojan-populated. Their group of travelers had already been faced twice with Achaean soldiers, but had been ignored as commoners.
Achilles, Paris chuckled as he watched the man approach, had taken to 'disguising' himself with hooded robes. Unfortunately his very size and physical form gave him away as not-the-average-farmer, but most pretended they didn't notice.
Paris observed the man with keen eyes, and became slightly worried when he noticed a strange glint in the warrior's eye, the mischievous grin on his face.
"Good morning, Paris." Achilles said, winking at the boy as he passed. Achilles had decided, on his return walk, that he would start his advances immediately. Paris was conveniently, for Achilles, placed in the doorway to the inn. As such Achilles made it his business to brush perhaps a tad closer than usual as he walked by.
Paris shivered at the touch, noticing the warriors hand lingering on his waist. 'Why is he so relaxed?' he wondered, of Achilles. He, personally, had felt slightly put out since the night Achilles had... kissed him. 'But,' he supposed, 'he must bounce back well from rejection.'
Suddenly Paris realised he had nor replied which, he cursed himself, made him appear foolish. He turned to catch Achilles, but the man had already disappeared through another door.
Paris felt confused, yet again, by his and Achilles' actions. Paris, himself, had reason to be civil, he was doing it for Aeneas. But, Achilles? What purpose had he?
Paris shook his head. He would leave it and hope that the pleasantries remained just that, pleasantries. He went, now, to find some food, an uncomfortable feeling rising within his gut that he hoped was hunger. The issue of Achilles could and would wait.
Only Paris was ignorant as to what, exactly, Achilles was waiting for. But he would soon find out. That very night, in fact.
A/N: eech! I have no idea where I got upto. But hey, you won't hate me if I don't respond... will you? Peanut Gallery - Alaska's Own. Now, that is a new one! Feral toddlers? Shakers? You confuse me, dude! But hey, constructive advice I guess! : ) thank you! Lol, purplemoofu, you entertain me so! You go get 'em with your detective hat! But I am sorry to announce that there will be no Achilles/Hector, Achilles/Aeneas OR Achilles/Apollo action going down, but keep your hopes up, maybe someday someone out there will write a crazy gang-bang fic with all four of them, and you can just be in heaven! And Lucy! You reviewed! Oh you reviewed! Haha, Harry Potter twice within one week, that's pretty good for me! And thank you for proclaiming me the family prodigy, but hey, I already knew that! Hehehehe! Jamy, yay for Johnny and Viggo, and thank you for your review! I'll write to you soon. Lady Lenna, nice to hear from you m'dear! How's the weather in slash-fic- reading-ladies' land? Kage Miko, a new comer! So many new-comers! Indeed it is the best damn pairing... for this movie! I have to say, favourite pairing ever is Sirius/Remus. And I got vibes in that movie? Did anyone else pick that up? In the shack?... maybe it's just me... hmm... anyhoo! And Goldensong, greetings again! And you'll find out in the next chapter! Toodles kids, gotta go! cw