A taste of happiness before they wrench it all away.”Īchilles chuckled, “Pat, do not worry. “I can’t help it, beloved,” Patroclus muttered, “We’ve been apart for so long, why, sometimes I worry this is all yet another ploy of the gods. Achilles would laugh when he voiced his concern, teasing the cerebral nature of his thoughts. Sometimes, he wasn’t sure if this was real or a trick played by his lonely mind. They reclined in the grass, a tangle of limbs and hair, Patroclus idly running his fingers through his beloved’s scalp. Yes, perhaps he shall ask his Achilles for his opinion, but it was not a bad idea.Īchilles returned sooner than expected. With Achilles so close, why, it would feel as if they were alive again. Not exactly a bad proposition, he supposed. Patroclus mulled over the stranger’s words. He wondered if Achilles was thinking of him. How long has it been since he last sat? Fatigue was no longer an issue, with no physical body to feel tired. The shade looked down at his ephemeral feet. Well, it wasn’t like Patroclus was going to use any of these trinkets anyway, holding no interest in the sporting duels favored by Elysium’s exalted. He must be having a pretty tough go at it. “Thank you, sir!” The stranger quickly grabbed his premium kiss of Styx before dashing off to the next chamber. He supposed him and Achilles were once like that, too. “I think it’s a great idea,” the stranger said, confident in his conviction. I’ll have to talk it over with my Achilles, stranger.” “Ah,” Patroclus muttered, taken aback by the idea, “Well, I.I suppose that could work. Don’t think you like it here much, if I’m honest, and you would be with Achilles for longer stretches of time.” “Say, sir, we’re always looking for help over at the House of Hades. Something flashed before the stranger’s eye, the indicator that a spark of Athena’s inspiration had graced his thoughts. How grand it must be to have a purpose in this eternal afterlife.” Officially sanctioned by the House of Hades.” The stranger, though he is no longer much of a stranger, laughs, “Well, sir, they’re not attempts so much as security surveys now. How fares your attempts to leave this place?” Patroclus hailed the prince with a rare smile. So now Patroclus had something to wait for.įootsteps approached his chamber, the tell-tale sound of singeing grass identifying his visitor. Much more pleasant than the listless melancholy that had swallowed him whole before the stranger dashed into his unlife and wheedled him until his beloved, somehow, returned into his arms. The act of waiting for was foreign to the shade, but it was not wholly unwelcome. His steel-eyed gaze roamed across the rolling landscape of Elysium, the mist of the Lethe pooling at his feet. achilles and patroclus are proud dads to one zagreusįantastical Across Fandoms Stats: Published: Words: 7,881 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 65 Kudos: 1,882 Bookmarks: 327 Hits: 13,040.this fic is achilles and patroclus eating for like thirty percent of it.
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