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Nov. 21st, 2006 06:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
veiledndarknessTitle: Blood, Thicker than Water
Movie: Troy
Pairing: Implied Hector/Paris, mentions of Hector/Andromache
Rating: PG-13
Summary: I will never let him go, never deny him anything. That is my downfall.
Warning: Usual disclaimer. These beautiful men aren't mine.
Alright then. This was done because![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zoeingreece planted the pairing in my brain this morning. I know it isn't exactly the pairing you mentioned, but it is pretty close, technically. I hope you like it.
*mutters* I can't believe I wrote a Troy pairing
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I watch him with her and something in my blood curdles. A forced smile, a false face for everyone I pass. My wife crosses my mind while I hold him and I feel a brief flicker of regret. For her to love unconditionally, she would know something I deny her. I could not share this, never. When I hold him close, his smaller body pressed tightly to mine; I could not fathom the idea of leaving.
My brother, the one I cannot turn away. My secret, the one I cannot bear for the shame of my desires. I grasp my guilt, weight it down, and push it past my thoughts, away from me. His love, stronger than she knows, is always with me.
I battle for him; I kill, knowing what he has done. And yet, I see her watching me watching him, and still I feel no sorrow for all that I have done. What I’ve had, what we’ve had needs no name, nor should I explain to her, least of all.
And as he clings to my leg, body trembling in fear, in pain, I stare into the unflinching, hardened eyes of Menelaus with a calmness that I do not feel. My mind is clear, my memories full. I will do what I have always done. I will kill again for him, my one, and my brother, my everything.
As the sun shines on the broken body of the young boy in front of me, I think fleetingly of forbidden nights with him. I know that in one second, faster than it seems, I have taken one too many lives, that this beautiful boy bleeding his life out in front of me, gasping for air, will be what brings my life to an end. My city will fall, my secret will die with me, and the only thought that I can process is that he must escape.
I close my eyes. My task is complete; I have done what I must to let them escape with their lives. The angry screams from below, my name spat in rage, travels to my ears. I will face him; face the wrath of what I have done, knowing that he will live. For him, I will do this.
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Movie: Troy
Pairing: Implied Hector/Paris, mentions of Hector/Andromache
Rating: PG-13
Summary: I will never let him go, never deny him anything. That is my downfall.
Warning: Usual disclaimer. These beautiful men aren't mine.
Alright then. This was done because
zoeingreece planted the pairing in my brain this morning. I know it isn't exactly the pairing you mentioned, but it is pretty close, technically. I hope you like it.*mutters* I can't believe I wrote a Troy pairing
*
I watch him with her and something in my blood curdles. A forced smile, a false face for everyone I pass. My wife crosses my mind while I hold him and I feel a brief flicker of regret. For her to love unconditionally, she would know something I deny her. I could not share this, never. When I hold him close, his smaller body pressed tightly to mine; I could not fathom the idea of leaving.
My brother, the one I cannot turn away. My secret, the one I cannot bear for the shame of my desires. I grasp my guilt, weight it down, and push it past my thoughts, away from me. His love, stronger than she knows, is always with me.
I battle for him; I kill, knowing what he has done. And yet, I see her watching me watching him, and still I feel no sorrow for all that I have done. What I’ve had, what we’ve had needs no name, nor should I explain to her, least of all.
And as he clings to my leg, body trembling in fear, in pain, I stare into the unflinching, hardened eyes of Menelaus with a calmness that I do not feel. My mind is clear, my memories full. I will do what I have always done. I will kill again for him, my one, and my brother, my everything.
As the sun shines on the broken body of the young boy in front of me, I think fleetingly of forbidden nights with him. I know that in one second, faster than it seems, I have taken one too many lives, that this beautiful boy bleeding his life out in front of me, gasping for air, will be what brings my life to an end. My city will fall, my secret will die with me, and the only thought that I can process is that he must escape.
I close my eyes. My task is complete; I have done what I must to let them escape with their lives. The angry screams from below, my name spat in rage, travels to my ears. I will face him; face the wrath of what I have done, knowing that he will live. For him, I will do this.
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