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veiledndarknessTitle: His Love, The Brutal End
Author/Artist: veiledndarkness
Movie: Troy
Pairing: Achilles/Patroclus
Rating: PG
Categories: Angst
Warnings: Takes place during the movie.
Summary: One swing, one blow from the blade, more than one life has ended.
Disclaimer: Usual disclaimer. The boys aren't mine. I couldn't afford the rights to them.
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The words hit my ears, I blink and the denial springs to my lips. It cannot be true, it must not be true. Eudoras gasps for air as I push him down into the sand, his eyes watering from more than just pressure. My rage, my fury is darkening my vision. I gag on the tears that fill my throat. I want; I need to destroy, to bring pain. I walk woodenly to the water’s edge and hold in the scream that’s roaring to escape. No, it cannot be, I refuse the words. It’s a mistake, nothing more. Not Patroclus.
000
I stare at the wall, ignoring the words of those around me. The echoes reach me and fall. I hold his necklace in my hand, and close my eyes, the memories jagged and sharp, weakening my defenses. I clench the necklace tighter, his smiling face mere inches from where I lay, his image I cannot reach. Briseis hovers with food and wine, unsure and frightened. I block her words, the tentative kindness I do not want. I feel my eyes fill and I turn away from her, unwilling to share this of myself. I ache for him, my loss overwhelming.
000
I’m tormented by dreams of him. In sleep, I find no peace. Of his trusting face the day he was brought to me, the death of his parents weighing him down. I dream of the fevered nights we shared, the slow and hazy afternoons, too hot for swordplay, wrapped in each other’s arms, our passions simmering in the heat. He haunts me, his laughter reaching me, his whispered words of love. I weep in my sleep, the tears trickling down my face. I clutch his necklace tightly, wrapped in his blankets, his smell lingers still. My love and my loss.
000
Eudoras shakes me awake, it is time. I walk to the pyre, my face blank. I tuck his necklace in with him, my hands shaking. The torch is passed to me and for one brief moment, I see his eyes open, and he smiles at me, before I blink and the smile is gone, his eyes are closed, he’s so still and so very cold. I lower the torch, the fire spreads rapidly. I climb down, whispered prayers leaving my mouth. I stand in the crowd till the fire has gone out, my eyes dry at last, his spirit gone.
000
I scream finally, my voice rising and bouncing off the great walls. I scream again, Hectors name on my lips, rage fueling me. He meets me, great sorrow in his eyes. I scoff at his words, vengeance running through my blood, the urge to hurt, kill, maim the man who took Patroclus from me, tearing at my mind. He falls from my sword, his blood coating the blade. I feel hollow, the victory empty. I retreat to my makeshift bed. I close my eyes and grit my teeth, his memories surrounding me. My love is gone, and now I’m alone.
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Author/Artist: veiledndarkness
Movie: Troy
Pairing: Achilles/Patroclus
Rating: PG
Categories: Angst
Warnings: Takes place during the movie.
Summary: One swing, one blow from the blade, more than one life has ended.
Disclaimer: Usual disclaimer. The boys aren't mine. I couldn't afford the rights to them.
*
The words hit my ears, I blink and the denial springs to my lips. It cannot be true, it must not be true. Eudoras gasps for air as I push him down into the sand, his eyes watering from more than just pressure. My rage, my fury is darkening my vision. I gag on the tears that fill my throat. I want; I need to destroy, to bring pain. I walk woodenly to the water’s edge and hold in the scream that’s roaring to escape. No, it cannot be, I refuse the words. It’s a mistake, nothing more. Not Patroclus.
000
I stare at the wall, ignoring the words of those around me. The echoes reach me and fall. I hold his necklace in my hand, and close my eyes, the memories jagged and sharp, weakening my defenses. I clench the necklace tighter, his smiling face mere inches from where I lay, his image I cannot reach. Briseis hovers with food and wine, unsure and frightened. I block her words, the tentative kindness I do not want. I feel my eyes fill and I turn away from her, unwilling to share this of myself. I ache for him, my loss overwhelming.
000
I’m tormented by dreams of him. In sleep, I find no peace. Of his trusting face the day he was brought to me, the death of his parents weighing him down. I dream of the fevered nights we shared, the slow and hazy afternoons, too hot for swordplay, wrapped in each other’s arms, our passions simmering in the heat. He haunts me, his laughter reaching me, his whispered words of love. I weep in my sleep, the tears trickling down my face. I clutch his necklace tightly, wrapped in his blankets, his smell lingers still. My love and my loss.
000
Eudoras shakes me awake, it is time. I walk to the pyre, my face blank. I tuck his necklace in with him, my hands shaking. The torch is passed to me and for one brief moment, I see his eyes open, and he smiles at me, before I blink and the smile is gone, his eyes are closed, he’s so still and so very cold. I lower the torch, the fire spreads rapidly. I climb down, whispered prayers leaving my mouth. I stand in the crowd till the fire has gone out, my eyes dry at last, his spirit gone.
000
I scream finally, my voice rising and bouncing off the great walls. I scream again, Hectors name on my lips, rage fueling me. He meets me, great sorrow in his eyes. I scoff at his words, vengeance running through my blood, the urge to hurt, kill, maim the man who took Patroclus from me, tearing at my mind. He falls from my sword, his blood coating the blade. I feel hollow, the victory empty. I retreat to my makeshift bed. I close my eyes and grit my teeth, his memories surrounding me. My love is gone, and now I’m alone.
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