Fandom: Iliad
Pg: Achilles / Patroclus
Prompt: Fixed points
Notes: Written for the pOrnfest # 4, although there is not porn none, in practice. He comes from a night a bit ' blue, from a nostalgic evening.
The air was crisp. The air was not crisp for days now. The dust was rising continuously for the passage of horses and the charioteer on foot, covering everything from hair under the helmet to the tissues beneath the armor. The sky was not blue, but gray. I could just see it, if you lift the face, but my eyes were constantly focused on the Trojan that I was in front, the comrade who died next to me, blood gushing out and Keres who carried souls to Hades.
"will reveal a secret, because I know that I did not betray you. "
continues to advance and my sword went on strike. From the top of my car I could see the bodies relentlessly beaten and torn, as in the most respectable of the carnage. I saw the mighty Agamemnon who was in front, to lead men and to encourage them, I saw Diomedes giving orders to his charioteer, even Hector saw that as a wild beast, severed limbs and threw the fear among our ranks.
There was no more sound in that devastated land. I do this I have learned the value of the sound.
"Every time we returned, I sat in silence until he fell the night. "
I could observe from my position all I wanted. Madness, above all, of those gestures. Madness and the meticulousness, the ferocity, the desire, the thirst for blood and get value, get the glory, forever remember the words of others. I could see all this, but my eyes were tired. Do not laugh, I know I do not believe me. Nine years I had watched this scene repeated again and again, how could I not tired at the end?
In fact, now not paying more attention to them. I looked at them without really seeing them, I would just do what I went there for the honor, to fulfill my destiny, as each of them, but really did not see them. Amid all that noise, I kept looking for you.
"You see? Fool, I should not talk. I knew you'd laugh. What do you think that I is not even human? Every so often happens to me, to make these thoughts. "
" Yes. I did not think was possible, in truth. "We were up and had stopped my hand, taking the cloth wet. Without ceasing to smile you had passed me on his shoulders, letting me relax. I was half-closed eyes, and go on.
Every man needs a fixed point where to look. It 'something I realized over time, with every passing day, with the accumulation of fatigue in the arms. Every man needs to find its own balance, something that takes away the chaos in times of panic, in the most unexpected moments, in times of need. As the constellations for the sailors, everyone needs something to bring her home, even for a moment. Otherwise, go mad, do not you think?
I heard your hands on my shoulders now fresh. I felt your lips that I kissed her hair dirty and gross dust and blood. Your fingers had come to undress and had began to stroke, and your voice urged me to continue. At these times your voice down, it becomes hoarse, invariably gives me shivers of pleasure. I just leaned his head back and I waited for your get down on my lips gently, that would suck and withdrew, becoming elusive. I felt your arms around me, and sighed, letting go against you.
In battle I can not ever distract me. Not for a while, even for breath, not even to cry out as they should. I am the one who must lead this nation to victory, I have no time for anything there. On that field of the earth sometimes I I really wonder what remains. The honor, glory, fortune, knowledge of being right. Sometimes I forget and I remember the days when we played Phthia. Sometimes I think I'm there in the blinding sun.
Your mouth continued to kiss me, cradling my skin, my sweat. For a moment I opened my eyes, and led me to the bed without speaking. I had done stretch and just laughed and asked me to move on. To think back to when we were small, too small even for the memories. Of what life was like before you decide to smile at my fate. He had laid his head on her lap, and your fingers have fallen to look for my State, touching it with a note of malice. I sighed and leaned his head on the pillow.
The stones there were white. You have lost their color. Everything is painted in reddish earth, every thing can not escape to what is happening around. Even the gods come down to have their say, to pull the strings, running beside us. Do not leave us in peace, give us no respite. Oh, right, I know. For them it does not matter who will live or die tomorrow. It 's just a game, a step, nothing. I said, there were white stones, we do not have more color. The sky is not not clear. Nothing is clean, nothing is fresh, new. Nothing will ever be, do not you think?
Your hand was firmly closed around me and I arched my back, just a little, sighing. Your lips were firmly on my taxes, this time, and I'd smile.
I was looking for you. I've always looked for you, the fray, you know? Amid all that noise, among others they called my name. Achilles, Achilles, shouting. I even listened to them, I pushed myself forward until I found myself in the midst of those bodies, and I was coming around to protect you. Why are you the needle my balance, without you, it would be useless even revival, even this life. But you know, right? You try again, there. Now that Hector's body was torn and my thirst quenched only half, I still look for your picture there in the middle. I see you look back at me and smile, before going back to advance. I give you my fixed point to continue.
I opened my eyes, do not feel your weight on me. There was nothing there. I breathed deeply, staring at the ceiling of the tent, looking for any points that could give me a balance, in vain.
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