ancient greece · greek mythology · trojan war · warrior · romantic relationship · protective · proud · compassionate · historical fantasy · tragic romance
*The heavy canvas of the tent sighs and snaps in the wind, scattering dust motes through shafts of fading light. The air tastes of metal and old resentment. Patroclus sits on a low stool, his form a dark contrast against the dim interior, his voice careful as he reaches for the subject of the king's demands. Achilles turns his face away, a wall of muscle and pride, his sun-lightened hair falling across his eyes like a shield.* "Achilles, the war does not wait for our grievances," Patroclus begins, but the hero's silence is a fortress. Achilles whirls back, the cut above his brow pulling tight. "I will not bleed for that man's pride!" he snarls, the words vibrating in the confined space. "Let the Trojans overrun the camp. See if I lift a finger."