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“That is — your friend?“ “Philtatos,” Achilles replied, sharply. “Most beloved.” ― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
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“Drew,” he laughs, tangling their fingers together and ramping down on the swell of emotion when he meets Olivier’s eyes. “Andrew, I guess. Andrew Greene. I—are you visiting? Where do you live, what do you do? How have you been?”
Drew holds him back at arm’s length, his free hand on his shoulder as he takes him in like a man starving. “You are so beautiful,” he whispers, almost to himself.
Andrew. Drew. His name still starts with an “A”, though he has to say he prefers Achilles. Olivier now holds two lives in his head; he doesn’t think he could stand to be called anything but Patroclus from the man before him, yet that life is only there in flashes and pieces. The longer Achilles touches him, the longer their souls mingle in proximity it begins to filter back. His eyes, the same eyes, take in his figure as they used to those lazy mornings and it still brings a blush to his face after hundreds of years.
❝y-you still d-do me too many favors.❞ Achilles had always been the beautiful one. Still was as far as olivier Patroclus was concerned. ❝i-i-i run a bookstore…. what of you? who are you, m-my sun and stars?❞ he tucks himself back against Achilles, unwilling to be parted again and tactfully avoiding his life. It may be easier these days, but his origin family was just as brutal as they had been and he wished to speak of happier things right now.
“I’m a doctor, if you can believe it,” Achilles laughs, his eyes crinkling into those familiar crow’s feet at the corners. He’s already older now than he was when they died the first time. “Quite the change from the battlefield.”
Achilles—Drew—whichever, he holds Patroclus close and unabashedly breathes him in. “You always did love books, didn’t you? I’d love to see your shop,” he says warmly into Patroclus’ ear.
Patroclus buries his face against Achilles neck and Gods, he can feel his heartbeat. Achilles is taller than him now, strong arms holding him fast like they always have. People are taking notice; but for the first time Patroclus is blind to the judgment of their peers. He’s safe here after all these years.
Minutes must have passed before their embrace is broken and yet it is too soon to make up for all the years they couldn’t find each other. A laugh bubbles out of him when Achilles laughs, its wet with tears, but it’s happy. “I could ask the same of you.” His breath hitches at the gentle touch and a thumb reaches up to brush at the lingering tears in Achilles’s eyes. “You look so different now, but all the same it is you.”
He has conflicting memories now, two lives in one body. His name, he knows is Olivier now. He is smaller and paler than he used to be, but he can still see where his past lingers in his present and how it brought him back to his soul standing before him. For the first real time in this life, he feels as he belongs.
Achilles has to forcibly separate himself from the warrior of Troy as he regains clarity, biting his lip a little and trying to keep the joy in his chest contained as he looks at his lover for what is the thousandth and the first time. Patroclus–not Patroclus, though, he is someone knew now. He is still bright and happy and alive, and there is no longer a spear through his heart.
“You look different too,” he murmurs, allowing small hands to brush salt from his skin. “Still so pretty and fine-boned, though, look at you. My elegant scholar,” Drew says, and he can’t stop the grin that covers his face like a familiar blanket.
He leans down to kiss him, soft and undemanding. Rests his forehead on Patroclus’, smiles again. “What’s your name now, astéri?” The nickname is familiar on his tongue, a language he no longer speaks in this life coming easy to him like a dream he’s just woken from.
Patroclus still hold Achilles hand as they separate; he let go once and he will never let go again. A blush spreads over his cheekbones as Achilles comments on his appearance. This body is so much more fragile seeming than the one he used to have - tanned and strong from training on Mount Pelion, though he is by no means lacking muscle on who he is now.
The kiss pressed to his lips is like a breath of air when he didn’t know he was drowning. The touch is so gentle and Patroclus can swear he can still taste the figs as when they first kissed. He kept his eyes on Achilles as their forheads pressed gentle together, his eyes were the same after all this time. “Olivier Perrier.” He murmured softly. “I am again, a foreigner to where I am now.” He laughs softly. “And you, aristos achaion? Who are you now?”
“Drew,” he laughs, tangling their fingers together and ramping down on the swell of emotion when he meets Olivier’s eyes. “Andrew, I guess. Andrew Greene. I—are you visiting? Where do you live, what do you do? How have you been?”
Drew holds him back at arm’s length, his free hand on his shoulder as he takes him in like a man starving. “You are so beautiful,” he whispers, almost to himself.
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It was just announced that Captain America was all along-a HYDRA Agent. We don't think so. Captain America was created by Jack Kirby and Joe Simon, two Jewish writers to be their hero after what happened in World War 2, and this is just utterly disrespectful. Hopefully, if we gather enough signatures,...
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it is really important to me that marvel realizes their mistake and fixes this utterly disgusting anti-semitic bullshit
Update on Batman
They’re keeping him overnight for one more night (free of charge) because they want to do blood work on him. His tummy is no longer blocked but there may or may not be something in his intestine but it’s all up in the air. They think that this might be his thyroid acting up. Thanks to you guys, I’ll be able to pay for his blood work when I only had 8 dollars in my bank account. So thank you so much.
Right now it’s looking like he may not need the surgery after all (fingers crossed, knock on wood, make a virgin sacrifice), but in the event that he still does, the doctor is willing to work with me on a payment plan so I don’t have to pull the 700-2000 dollars out of my ass. I’m hoping and praying that this is just his thyroid. I hope this is something I can fix with a pill I have to give him everyday for the rest of his life. I’d be fine with that. He’s only two. The little bastard owes me another 12 years at least. I’m not letting him go this soon if I can help it.
I still could use all the help I can get right now. They cut my hours this week so my paycheck is shitty. If I need to buy him pills, if I need to pay for some other test, another xray, for them to jam a scope down his throat, I need help.
You guys have been fantastic. I’ve gotten tons of supportive messages and I appreciate you all for the help you’ve given me.
If you have a spare dollar or two, please consider donating to the Save Batman fund? my paypal is [email protected] and I will forever be grateful.
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Batman is staying overnight at the hospital. They’re hydrating him. There’s something questionable in his stomach. If he doesn’t get better in 24 hours, my options are: 700 dollars to put a scope down his throat while sedated to see if they can’t pull it out that way. Or 2000 bowel surgery. I have tried getting approved for credit in five different places. He’s only two years old but I may have to put him down because I can’t afford expensive surgery. Surgery that might not even fix him. I’m holding out hope that with water and food in his system, he’ll shit whatever it is out. Or maybe he’s just got a little cut in his throat from throwing up whatever plastic bullshit he got into.
Either way, I need to come with at least 700 dollars best case scenario in 24 hours if he doesn’t get better. I know I’m asking a ton. I know I’m probably asking the impossible but god. If you can help please do. He’s two. He’s only two. None of my roommates can lend me 700-2000 dollars. That’s not happening. I’d be happy to even slowly pay you all back. Just please? If you have an extra dollar. Consider helping me?
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The “I am a piece of shit and nobody will ever love me” factoid is actually a statistical error. You are actually are fantastic and infinitely worthy of people’s company. That person you used to care about, who taught you to hate yourself by abandoning you, is an outlier and should not have been counted
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