worthy of being sung

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[kaitostrophe]

“… at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but each other.”

art ©arianwen44

[songofachilles]

The Song of Achilles (2011)

[men-men-everywhere]

Niels Schneider

[womna]

[aoidimxs]

wyzards:

“and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun”

[mythologylist]

[cerynitiis]

mythologylist:

I’M CREATING A MASTERLIST FOR EVERY MYTHOLOGY ROLEPLAYER Reblog the post to be added.

Greek Mythology

Roman Mythology

Norse Mythology

Christian Mythology

Every list will be expanded with new characters. New lists will be created if the situation dictates.

[akhillus-deactivated20220204]

He is half of my soul, as the poets say. He will be dead soon and his honor is all that will remain.

[aoidimxs]

What He Means: When clubs smash into faces and bodies and chariots follow in their wake you shall be safe. When a soldier's eyes find you in the midst of battle he shall be cut down. When terror has drained you and the ground pitches as the salt-licked deck of a ship I shall protect you. When the day has run red with warriors blood I shall bring you home.

What He Says: Stay behind me.

[aoidimxs]

patrxklos:

He is ridiculous. It’s a thought that has graced Patroclus’ mind many times before, but the fondness in which it hits him has him reeling, dissolving once more into giggles as Achilles holds him still. He wants to shriek, wants to run, wants to – do something. He doesn’t know what, but he has far too much energy. He’d always assumed that wine made you sleepy, made you lazy, but with Achilles looking up at him like that, he wants to take on the world. Instead, he gives an unattractive snort and pushes the other backwards, swaying forward until he’s almost on top of the other boy. There’s no balance left in his muscles, not that his was particularly great to begin with, and he beams as he finds them face to face.          “You have a very – nice face. I like it very much.”

His drunken mind cannot comprehend much, but he knows that he likes when Patroclus is on top. He hums as he is shoved onto his back, though instinct lifts his hand, as though to defend and attack whatever power desires to have him down. However, his coordination is quite off and results in his fingers brushing against Patroclus’ chin, followed by several giggles as his arm drops across his forehead, his cup left discarded. The opposite hand grips around his friend’s behind, drawing him closer.

     “ Mmm, it likes you. You are its favorite. ”

[aoidimxs]

[x] patrxklos

Achilles responds with nothing but a series of grumbled, slurred Greek expletives, words he had only heard from the lowest glasses within his father’s palace, muttered into Patroclus’ throat. With the opposite hand not grasping his glass, he holds firmly onto his friend, lest he fall over.

     “ S’not my fault, it would not tickle         if you did not squirm. ”

He snickers into Patroclus’ throat, peering bright blue eyes up at him. What a pretty, ruddy blush upon his tanned cheeks.

[aoidimxs]

pinkmckinley:

do not think about your crush in an old sweatshirt with scruffy hair and a sleepy smile ok dont think about them humming to themselves as they make breakfast in this attire ok dont think about how the light hits them as they sit down across from you and eat breakfast ok just dONT

[niarchery]

“At the tender age of mid-twenties, Achilles was, frankly, the biggest mommy’s boy in the history of classics.” ̶  Homer, The Iliad.

[aoidimxs]

Briseis: [in a crowd, can't find Achilles] This calls for drastic measures

Briseis: [uses hands like a megaphone] PATROCLUS SUCKS

Achilles: [from across the street] what the fUCK DID YOU JUST SAY

Briseis: There he is

[homerically]

The Song of Achilles

from boys to men

[aoidimxs]

patrxklos:

He is ridiculous, but Patroclus is fond, and he smiles up at his lover, despite the interruption, glad for any moment that they get to themselves. Achilles is spoiled, but so is Patroclus, and he stretches out, tipping his head back lazily when his lover presses lips to his throat. His fingers find purchase in golden curls as the man’s weight settles above him, and he tugs, gently, a soft hum leaving parted lips – this is certainly better than studying.         “You can not always have my attention, love.”

     “ I object most strongly. ”

He has yet to discover exactly why he adores Patroclus’ fingers in his hair, pulling, tugging at the divine curls, locks that form a sun about his head. But he does. He omits a low growl deep in his chest as he leans into his friend’s hand, his attention drawn from the tan neck to press kisses against his wrist. His skilled fingers trail along the muscular curves of Patroclus’ arm, gripping him firmly.

     “ Why not? I deserve it. ”

[aoidimxs]

patrxklos:

He will never be free from this curse, but he doesn’t entirely want to be, especially not when Achilles angles in for another kiss. He doesn’t bother to protest, his eyes slipping shut as he gives in, willingly, to Achilles’ wishes – there’s no scramble for the book, no fight to push him back; in fact, he shifts backwards at the slightest pressure, until he’s laying back against the cushions with a smug Achilles above him.         “You’re absolutely ridiculous,” he scolds gently, lifting his hand         to cup the other man’s cheek. “The world is not distracting me from         what I need to do, you’ll find. Did you miss my attention so much?”

     “ Is that a serious question, my friend? ”

He snorts at the almost comedic obviousness of the inquiry, leaning back just slightly now that his dominance is asserted. Dominance, of course, over the dreaded homework. How dare that book steal away his lover. Achilles darts forward to press another incredibly necessary kiss to his throat, flattening his body over Patroclus and resting between his parted knees.

     “ Any second in which your eyes are apart         from mine is a terrible second wasted. ”

[niarchery]

[aoidimxs]

niarchery:

Excerpts from Little Beast by Richard Siken. A fanart of sorts for this lovely TSoA edit (x).

[aoidimxs]

patrxklos

The kiss, albeit not a surprise, is not unwelcome, and though he knows it’s a distraction tactic, Patroclus sinks into it with a sigh. Lifting a hand to Achilles’ upper arm, he presses into the touch, returning the kiss happily – he certainly won’t complain about the affection, though he’s hardly as needy as his boyfriend.        “I’m supposed to be studying right now,” he reminded        gently, once they had parted. “You’re a distraction.”

     “ On the contrary.” His words are grumbled lowly         into Patroclus’ lips as he tilts his head, returning         to the kiss in the opposite angle. “Everything else         is the distraction. ”

Slowly, his hand slides the book further and further away as Achilles uses his body to push Patroclus further back into the sofa, leaning him back against the arm rest. It is not fair that simple parchment subtracts the attention away from someone so glorious as Achilles. How dare that parchment.

With a smug grin, he breaks the kiss, peering down at his friend.