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@lordofmen-atreides
"A warm welcome, fit for a shining king!"
I am Agamemnon, surely you do not need an introduction. Brother to Menelaus and Anaxibia, cousin to Aegisthus, nephew to Thyestes, eldest child to Atreus, husband to Clytemnestra, and father to Iphigenia, Electra, Chrysothemis, and Orestes. King of Mycenae.
i feel like you and hector could find some common ground on hating paris and wishing he died
As much as Hektor dislikes his brother, I've heard from Menelaus that he still cherishes Paris because, of course, they're brothers.
I do think we can see common ground on loving our brothers so much that we fight for or with them, though.
kinda everyone adores prince hector. maybe we should give him a chance and just stop the war or we kidnap him to..yk. both sounds fine to me
I've spoken to Menelaus on this and we decided to stop. Of course I gave him the condition to never come back to Troy's shores and to finish his diplomacy back at home in Sparta.
You >:(
Me what?
you suck
I suck... Odysseus' dick. Yes.
What�
You heard me.
You >:(
Me what?
you suck
I suck... Odysseus' dick. Yes.
You >:(
Me what?
You found children during a raid? Let me meet them. Are they scared? Injured? I can bring Eirene so they can talk.
I don't think you are a replacement for your brother, Agamemnon. I care about you, a lot, even if it doesn't seem like it.
Sorry for snooping around.
@polvtropos
Stay OUT of my shit, Odysseus.
sigh
The kids are fine, they have their own tent right next to mine. I given them tunics that don't fit me anymore and I provided them with cots, covers, fursâwhatever they need. As for injuries, they're fine. At least, I couldn't see anything on them. And no need to bring Eirene, everything is okay.
Okay, so I'm not Menelaus' replacement. What else about what I wrote?
I am glad that they are okay.
I knew that you loved me. I figured it out not long after our first time together, it was not that hard.
I care about you. A lot.
I care about you, too. I know I made it obvious. Didn't I tell you?
That you love me? You never told me.
Mmn.. I thought I did.
Not with your words, at least.
I definitely have with my body.
You found children during a raid? Let me meet them. Are they scared? Injured? I can bring Eirene so they can talk.
I don't think you are a replacement for your brother, Agamemnon. I care about you, a lot, even if it doesn't seem like it.
Sorry for snooping around.
@polvtropos
Stay OUT of my shit, Odysseus.
sigh
The kids are fine, they have their own tent right next to mine. I given them tunics that don't fit me anymore and I provided them with cots, covers, fursâwhatever they need. As for injuries, they're fine. At least, I couldn't see anything on them. And no need to bring Eirene, everything is okay.
Okay, so I'm not Menelaus' replacement. What else about what I wrote?
I am glad that they are okay.
I knew that you loved me. I figured it out not long after our first time together, it was not that hard.
I care about you. A lot.
I care about you, too. I know I made it obvious. Didn't I tell you?
That you love me? You never told me.
Mmn.. I thought I did.
You found children during a raid? Let me meet them. Are they scared? Injured? I can bring Eirene so they can talk.
I don't think you are a replacement for your brother, Agamemnon. I care about you, a lot, even if it doesn't seem like it.
Sorry for snooping around.
@polvtropos
Stay OUT of my shit, Odysseus.
sigh
The kids are fine, they have their own tent right next to mine. I given them tunics that don't fit me anymore and I provided them with cots, covers, fursâwhatever they need. As for injuries, they're fine. At least, I couldn't see anything on them. And no need to bring Eirene, everything is okay.
Okay, so I'm not Menelaus' replacement. What else about what I wrote?
I am glad that they are okay.
I knew that you loved me. I figured it out not long after our first time together, it was not that hard.
I care about you. A lot.
I care about you, too. I know I made it obvious. Didn't I tell you?
You found children during a raid? Let me meet them. Are they scared? Injured? I can bring Eirene so they can talk.
I don't think you are a replacement for your brother, Agamemnon. I care about you, a lot, even if it doesn't seem like it.
Sorry for snooping around.
@polvtropos
Stay OUT of my shit, Odysseus.
sigh
The kids are fine, they have their own tent right next to mine. I given them tunics that don't fit me anymore and I provided them with cots, covers, fursâwhatever they need. As for injuries, they're fine. At least, I couldn't see anything on them. And no need to bring Eirene, everything is okay.
Okay, so I'm not Menelaus' replacement. What else about what I wrote?
I found children during a raid. Alone, so they were. They looked no older than Iphigenia was. I suppose I'm watching them now, and it's time to sober up. It's going to hit me hard, but I should be okay if I slowly ease out of it. Their names are Oneiros and Sophokles. One says he's a prophet yet the other isn't. Apparently, they're a less confusing set of twins compared to Cassandra and Helenus. So the kids say anyways.
Odysseus. Well, how in Hades do I write about him? If he snoops, he'll know. Do I take that risk? Maybe I do. So I will, and I'll go with it.
I think, just maybe, he's using me. I mean, the sex is good as far as I'm aware. But I can't just tell him to stop. I've been waiting for years to have his hands on me and I have that now. The only break I had from that was Argynnus and...he's gone, thanks to me. And I can't lose Odysseus, not now. So I'll take being used, I'll keep my feelings to myself and push them down. Odysseus knows I love him, but I just... It's hard when he clearly doesn't reciprocate. I'd just be a replacement for my brother. I probably already am.
He has Diomedes to love, at least.
That's enough. I need to get back to work.
Can I marry you? Please please please Iâm begging. Itâs not like Clytemnestra likes you anyways.
Mmn... I rather not.
I have a tactitian to marry if he wishes it.
âGet out of my way.â Achilles pushed past the guards standing outside of the tent, despite their protests.
He looked around Menelausâ tent, though the king of Sparta was nowhere to be seen. Well, heâd return, one way or another. And when he did, Achilles would certainly enjoy taunting him.
So, he waited.
-@achillespelidesaecides
(Ooc: I HAVENT WRITTEN SMTH LIKE THIS IN SO LONG, IGNORE THE LACK OF QUALITYđđ»đđ»)
When Menelaus gotten back, he paused the sight of Achilles standing in his tent. He didn't even drop his dagger, which was slung over his shoulder with his bow after an unsuccessful huntâhis quiver was around his waist.
"A...Achilles... I thought Agamemnon said to not come to my tent anymore, given you strict orders... After.."
Menelaus took a step back, remembering the last time Achilles had met with him. That was something he couldn't forget anyways, nor anyone really.
Achilles rolled his eyes. âBold of you to assume I care what Agememnon says.â
He walked closer to Menelaus. âNow, have you finally come to your senses? Or are you still overreacting to anything like a little girl?â
"Agamemnon won't care anymore anyways. I'm hardly even his brother anymore, to him."
Menelaus swallowed hard, hand reaching for his dagger. He hesitated, though, and tears welled in his eyes. Maybe he deserved whatever Achilles was going to do to him. With everything that's happened, between Odysseus and Eirene and Diomedes, and Eudaimonia. He told himself so.
Achilles shrugged. âWell, thatâs where you made a mistakeâyou chose him over me, and see how he repays you?â
He walked closer until he was close enough to grab Menelausâ wrist. âLet go of the dagger. You donât want to hurt me.â
Menelaus quietly whimpered, then moved his other hand to undo the clip on his dagger sheathe strap, letting it fall. Then he removed the quiver from his belt and laid it aside with his bow.
âI loved you once, you know.â Menelaus whispered. âBefore the hurt.â
Achilles shook his head. âYou did this, not me. See those scars?â He grabbed Menelausâ sleeve, pulling it up to reveal his scarred arm. âThats your fault.â
He smiled. Not the lovely, gentle smileâno, this was more.. sinister. âAnd youâll love me again. Come here.â
Menelaus took a deep breath and came a bit closer to Achilles, just enough so Achilles could do whatever. Exhaling, he spoke.
"I still do, in fear." He admitted. He hated that love lingered in him, especially for the blonde in front of him.
Achilles smiled, grabbing the hem of Menelausâ tunic. âI know. Who wouldnât?â
He tugged him forward, slowly walking backwards, towards the bed. âNow, show me how much you still love me.â
Menelaus rested his hands on Achillesâ hips and quietly growled. âI hate us both for this.â
Then he pressed his lips against the blondeâs, his eyes fluttering shut. He was willing to be hurt again.
(ooc: SCENE SKIP EHEHEHEHE)
Achilles laid beside Menelaus afterwards, staring at the ceiling. âYou do still love me..â
Then he realized how ridiclous those words were, and laughed at himself. âNot that anything wouldâve changed if you didnât. I still would have found a way to.. you know.â
Menelaus laid at Achilles' side, his head on the other's shoulder and his arms around his waist. Menelaus almost scoffed at Achilles' words, but sighed instead.
"I hate that I still love you. Not for your hurt, but for the company really. I don't get much these days, with the Trojan woman I recently married off with a woman from little Ajax's camp and Machaon working later, making sure his medicine for the men is perfect."
Menelaus inhaled.
"I made Odysseus hate me. I made Diomedes scared to hurt me. I had to rebuild my bond with Eirene because I left for a while to think. I only let you have me now because I deserved some hurt for everything I've done as of late."
Well, that made Achilles lose whatever interest he had.
He sat up, looking at Menelaus, disgusted. âStill up with that âI deserve the hurtâ shit?â He scoffed. âItâs pitiful. You bring things onto yourself, and then cry when everything goes wrong. Just because itâs your fault doesnât mean you have to rub it in our face.â
He paused, thinking of something else. âYou like the attention, donât you? Like a common whore.â
"Shut up." Menelaus snapped, "You don't know anything. Maybe you're right about the attention, but that's the one thing I had to try and get myself as a child. The only person who cared enough to give it to me was my brother. Because Agamemnon was the only one who cared enough about me."
Menelaus scoffed, sitting up as well.
"And, I already am a common whore, haven't you noticed? I sleep with everyone the first chance I get. If me begging for whatever attention I can find, if everything about me disgusts you so fucking muchâI see it on your faceâthen get out of my tent.
At first, Achilles was surprisedâhe didnât think Menelaus would actually defend himself. But then he laughed lightly.
âYes, well, where is Agamemnon now?â He taunted. He turned over, hovering above Menelaus. âAnd youâre right about one thingâyou have become a common whore. You shame Sparta.â
He grabbed Menelausâ left wrist, holding it down. âYou donât get to send me out of your tent. Iâll leave when I feel like it, and right now, I have a much better idea.â
âAgamemnon doesnât care now. He never will again.â Menelaus whispered, then quietly growled. âIâve been a shame my whole life, you donât need to remind me.â
Menelaus huffed. âAnd, whatâs your brilliant idea, hmm?â
Achilles smiled. âOh, I think you know.â
But then he suddenly pulled away, standing up from the bed. âSo, what actually happened between Agamemnon and you that caused you to overreact so much?â
"Nothing of your concern."
Menelaus quietly growled, getting up and moving to sit at his desk. Being nude felt nice, since he hasn't been such recently.
Achilles sighed. âSo thatâs how it is, huh? Fine. I guess Iâll just go see what that girl is up to.. what was her name againâEirene?â
He was already gathering his clothes.
Menelaus sprung up from his seat and grabbed Achilles' wrist pressing against him. "You stay away from her." Menelaus demanded, his voice shaky with anxiety.
Achilles smirked. He has Menelaus right where he wanted him.
He pulled his wrist free of Menelausâ grip. âWho are you to stop me? Youâve grown soft, Menelaus. And now, Agamemnon clearly doesnât care what happens to you, so..â
He put on his tunic. âI heard sheâs quite pretty. Will just have to see for myself, I guess.â
"I won't let you hurt her... Nor touch her, for that matter. Plus, Odysseus will beat your ass and raise a mutiny if you touch his little girl."
Achilles shrugged. âHe could try. Now, get out of my way.â
"No, Achilles."
Menelaus pulled the man closer, then pressed his forehead against Achilles'.
"For once just stay after you have your way with me."
Achilles thought about it for a moment.
âIf you open up to me..â he pressed a kiss on Menelausâ lips. âI will consider it.â
"Fine!"
Menelaus whisper-yelled somewhat reluctantly. Of course, anything to protect his precious child.
"Agamemnon and I argued over me wanting to end it, we argued over why I chose you and Odysseus and Diomedes. It ended with me in Machaon's tent with bandages everywhere but my head and neck. The catch? He was sober. Agamemnon was sober and beat me like a woman who was far too disobedient. He called me a waste of space, a waste of time, and a waste of his breath. He said he never should've protected me, that he never should've saved me from our father. Eirene never left my side that week while I healed, neither did Machaon or Megapenthes."
Menelaus refused to let the salt water that welled in his eyes roll, not needing the weakness. He let Achilles go, then took a few steps back to give him space enough to leave.
"There, is that enough? Is that enough for you to run out of this tent and put more shame and dirt on my name among these men than what you already have when you told them I hurt myself?"
Achilles frowned.
As much as he, as of late, thought Menelaus had lost all sense of honour; at the end of the day, it was all Agamemnonâs fault. Of course.
Achilles actually didnât mind Menelausâ company, when he wasnât being pitiful. If Agamemnon was the cause of all that ridiclous behaviour, why not just get rid of him? Or atleast, teach him a lesson. He was insufferable to everyone in the army, anyways.
But Menelaus didnât need to know that.
âYes, actually,â He walked towards the tent flap. âI will leave this tent, but not for the reason you probably think.â
Menelaus quietly growled, half-heartedly.
"Just stay for once. I'll shut my gob if that's what it takes to just lay around and be peaceful with you for once."
His hands clenched at is side, not tight enough to hurt himself though, his hands didn't whiten more because of the looseness.
"Or just spread dirt on my name, don't bother anyone else."
Achilles stopped at the tent flap.
âHow do you know Iâm going to bother anyone?â He asked innocently. âI just want to leave for a moment.â He smiled. âIf you want me to stay so bad, donât worryâIâll be back before you know it, and weâll have so much fun together.â
He left before Menelaus could say anything more, beginning to walk towards the Mycenean part of camp.
He had a king to see.
(@lordofmen-atreides)
Agamemnon was sitting at his desk, a waterskin at his side and a cleaned platter in front of him from when he last ate. He looked bored, of course.
And honestly? He was, he very much was. He needed better things to do. Like Odysseus. He sighed.
Achilles entered, not even bothering to announce himself. âYour guards are slacking off, arenât they?â
His gaze roamed over the desk. âHuh. You arenât drinking wine, for once.â
"I allowed them to take a break to eat lunch." Agamemnon answered, and his face scrunched up in a grimace at Achilles' observation.
"No, not yet. After I finish this water, I will be though. What do you need, Pelides?"
Achilles walked closer. "An explanation."
He leaned over Agamemnon's desk, casually. "Have you any idea how miserable you've made Menelaus? Because of you, he is pitiful and unbearable."
"He needs to toughen up. The world is cruel, he should know that. I may have called him out, called him a waste of time and space, but he was the one who didn't come back. You think I don't regret my words? All he's doing is holding a grudge because I was sober and pissed at a matter between him and you. Same matter you're here for, probably. Being pissed at an issue he won't solve himself and coming to me to try and solve it. That's ended badly before."
He shifted in his seat, gruntingâmore of frustrated sigh.
"Now, I'd be a grown up and go apologize but he avoids me every time I try."
Well, this was complicated.
Achilles didnât know how to feel. On one hand, he loved Menelaus, but knew he was annoying. On the other hand, he hated Agamemnon, but at this moment he didnât sound so.. unreasonable.
He shifted uncomfortably. âHeâs in his tent now. You can apologize.â
"He'll ignore me or argue over it. Either way, an apology clearly doesn't mean anything to him."
Agamemnon shifted his position again, blue eyes drilling into Achilles.
"Don't believe me? Then go ask him, start another argument over it. I love him, but he still acts like a fucking child."
Achilles sighed. âHe does act like a child.â
He paused, before contiuning. âBut I still want you to try. Go on, go apologize to him. Heâs like a cat; desperate to be pet(ted??) yet turns it away. Youâre his brother, are you not? Go on.â
"He's a cat always in heat, ready to be bred. He yowls for it all the time, especially with me. It's bullshit. And of course he wants pet, but he turns it away because he's scared he'll get grabbed by his scruff too hard and disciplined."
Agamemnon sighedâmore a groanâand stood.
"You're coming with me." It was final.
âGet out of my way.â Achilles pushed past the guards standing outside of the tent, despite their protests.
He looked around Menelausâ tent, though the king of Sparta was nowhere to be seen. Well, heâd return, one way or another. And when he did, Achilles would certainly enjoy taunting him.
So, he waited.
-@achillespelidesaecides
(Ooc: I HAVENT WRITTEN SMTH LIKE THIS IN SO LONG, IGNORE THE LACK OF QUALITYđđ»đđ»)
When Menelaus gotten back, he paused the sight of Achilles standing in his tent. He didn't even drop his dagger, which was slung over his shoulder with his bow after an unsuccessful huntâhis quiver was around his waist.
"A...Achilles... I thought Agamemnon said to not come to my tent anymore, given you strict orders... After.."
Menelaus took a step back, remembering the last time Achilles had met with him. That was something he couldn't forget anyways, nor anyone really.
Achilles rolled his eyes. âBold of you to assume I care what Agememnon says.â
He walked closer to Menelaus. âNow, have you finally come to your senses? Or are you still overreacting to anything like a little girl?â
"Agamemnon won't care anymore anyways. I'm hardly even his brother anymore, to him."
Menelaus swallowed hard, hand reaching for his dagger. He hesitated, though, and tears welled in his eyes. Maybe he deserved whatever Achilles was going to do to him. With everything that's happened, between Odysseus and Eirene and Diomedes, and Eudaimonia. He told himself so.
Achilles shrugged. âWell, thatâs where you made a mistakeâyou chose him over me, and see how he repays you?â
He walked closer until he was close enough to grab Menelausâ wrist. âLet go of the dagger. You donât want to hurt me.â
Menelaus quietly whimpered, then moved his other hand to undo the clip on his dagger sheathe strap, letting it fall. Then he removed the quiver from his belt and laid it aside with his bow.
âI loved you once, you know.â Menelaus whispered. âBefore the hurt.â
Achilles shook his head. âYou did this, not me. See those scars?â He grabbed Menelausâ sleeve, pulling it up to reveal his scarred arm. âThats your fault.â
He smiled. Not the lovely, gentle smileâno, this was more.. sinister. âAnd youâll love me again. Come here.â
Menelaus took a deep breath and came a bit closer to Achilles, just enough so Achilles could do whatever. Exhaling, he spoke.
"I still do, in fear." He admitted. He hated that love lingered in him, especially for the blonde in front of him.
Achilles smiled, grabbing the hem of Menelausâ tunic. âI know. Who wouldnât?â
He tugged him forward, slowly walking backwards, towards the bed. âNow, show me how much you still love me.â
Menelaus rested his hands on Achillesâ hips and quietly growled. âI hate us both for this.â
Then he pressed his lips against the blondeâs, his eyes fluttering shut. He was willing to be hurt again.
(ooc: SCENE SKIP EHEHEHEHE)
Achilles laid beside Menelaus afterwards, staring at the ceiling. âYou do still love me..â
Then he realized how ridiclous those words were, and laughed at himself. âNot that anything wouldâve changed if you didnât. I still would have found a way to.. you know.â
Menelaus laid at Achilles' side, his head on the other's shoulder and his arms around his waist. Menelaus almost scoffed at Achilles' words, but sighed instead.
"I hate that I still love you. Not for your hurt, but for the company really. I don't get much these days, with the Trojan woman I recently married off with a woman from little Ajax's camp and Machaon working later, making sure his medicine for the men is perfect."
Menelaus inhaled.
"I made Odysseus hate me. I made Diomedes scared to hurt me. I had to rebuild my bond with Eirene because I left for a while to think. I only let you have me now because I deserved some hurt for everything I've done as of late."
Well, that made Achilles lose whatever interest he had.
He sat up, looking at Menelaus, disgusted. âStill up with that âI deserve the hurtâ shit?â He scoffed. âItâs pitiful. You bring things onto yourself, and then cry when everything goes wrong. Just because itâs your fault doesnât mean you have to rub it in our face.â
He paused, thinking of something else. âYou like the attention, donât you? Like a common whore.â
"Shut up." Menelaus snapped, "You don't know anything. Maybe you're right about the attention, but that's the one thing I had to try and get myself as a child. The only person who cared enough to give it to me was my brother. Because Agamemnon was the only one who cared enough about me."
Menelaus scoffed, sitting up as well.
"And, I already am a common whore, haven't you noticed? I sleep with everyone the first chance I get. If me begging for whatever attention I can find, if everything about me disgusts you so fucking muchâI see it on your faceâthen get out of my tent.
At first, Achilles was surprisedâhe didnât think Menelaus would actually defend himself. But then he laughed lightly.
âYes, well, where is Agamemnon now?â He taunted. He turned over, hovering above Menelaus. âAnd youâre right about one thingâyou have become a common whore. You shame Sparta.â
He grabbed Menelausâ left wrist, holding it down. âYou donât get to send me out of your tent. Iâll leave when I feel like it, and right now, I have a much better idea.â
âAgamemnon doesnât care now. He never will again.â Menelaus whispered, then quietly growled. âIâve been a shame my whole life, you donât need to remind me.â
Menelaus huffed. âAnd, whatâs your brilliant idea, hmm?â
Achilles smiled. âOh, I think you know.â
But then he suddenly pulled away, standing up from the bed. âSo, what actually happened between Agamemnon and you that caused you to overreact so much?â
"Nothing of your concern."
Menelaus quietly growled, getting up and moving to sit at his desk. Being nude felt nice, since he hasn't been such recently.
Achilles sighed. âSo thatâs how it is, huh? Fine. I guess Iâll just go see what that girl is up to.. what was her name againâEirene?â
He was already gathering his clothes.
Menelaus sprung up from his seat and grabbed Achilles' wrist pressing against him. "You stay away from her." Menelaus demanded, his voice shaky with anxiety.
Achilles smirked. He has Menelaus right where he wanted him.
He pulled his wrist free of Menelausâ grip. âWho are you to stop me? Youâve grown soft, Menelaus. And now, Agamemnon clearly doesnât care what happens to you, so..â
He put on his tunic. âI heard sheâs quite pretty. Will just have to see for myself, I guess.â
"I won't let you hurt her... Nor touch her, for that matter. Plus, Odysseus will beat your ass and raise a mutiny if you touch his little girl."
Achilles shrugged. âHe could try. Now, get out of my way.â
"No, Achilles."
Menelaus pulled the man closer, then pressed his forehead against Achilles'.
"For once just stay after you have your way with me."
Achilles thought about it for a moment.
âIf you open up to me..â he pressed a kiss on Menelausâ lips. âI will consider it.â
"Fine!"
Menelaus whisper-yelled somewhat reluctantly. Of course, anything to protect his precious child.
"Agamemnon and I argued over me wanting to end it, we argued over why I chose you and Odysseus and Diomedes. It ended with me in Machaon's tent with bandages everywhere but my head and neck. The catch? He was sober. Agamemnon was sober and beat me like a woman who was far too disobedient. He called me a waste of space, a waste of time, and a waste of his breath. He said he never should've protected me, that he never should've saved me from our father. Eirene never left my side that week while I healed, neither did Machaon or Megapenthes."
Menelaus refused to let the salt water that welled in his eyes roll, not needing the weakness. He let Achilles go, then took a few steps back to give him space enough to leave.
"There, is that enough? Is that enough for you to run out of this tent and put more shame and dirt on my name among these men than what you already have when you told them I hurt myself?"
Achilles frowned.
As much as he, as of late, thought Menelaus had lost all sense of honour; at the end of the day, it was all Agamemnonâs fault. Of course.
Achilles actually didnât mind Menelausâ company, when he wasnât being pitiful. If Agamemnon was the cause of all that ridiclous behaviour, why not just get rid of him? Or atleast, teach him a lesson. He was insufferable to everyone in the army, anyways.
But Menelaus didnât need to know that.
âYes, actually,â He walked towards the tent flap. âI will leave this tent, but not for the reason you probably think.â
Menelaus quietly growled, half-heartedly.
"Just stay for once. I'll shut my gob if that's what it takes to just lay around and be peaceful with you for once."
His hands clenched at is side, not tight enough to hurt himself though, his hands didn't whiten more because of the looseness.
"Or just spread dirt on my name, don't bother anyone else."
Achilles stopped at the tent flap.
âHow do you know Iâm going to bother anyone?â He asked innocently. âI just want to leave for a moment.â He smiled. âIf you want me to stay so bad, donât worryâIâll be back before you know it, and weâll have so much fun together.â
He left before Menelaus could say anything more, beginning to walk towards the Mycenean part of camp.
He had a king to see.
(@lordofmen-atreides)
Agamemnon was sitting at his desk, a waterskin at his side and a cleaned platter in front of him from when he last ate. He looked bored, of course.
And honestly? He was, he very much was. He needed better things to do. Like Odysseus. He sighed.
Achilles entered, not even bothering to announce himself. âYour guards are slacking off, arenât they?â
His gaze roamed over the desk. âHuh. You arenât drinking wine, for once.â
"I allowed them to take a break to eat lunch." Agamemnon answered, and his face scrunched up in a grimace at Achilles' observation.
"No, not yet. After I finish this water, I will be though. What do you need, Pelides?"
Achilles walked closer. "An explanation."
He leaned over Agamemnon's desk, casually. "Have you any idea how miserable you've made Menelaus? Because of you, he is pitiful and unbearable."
"He needs to toughen up. The world is cruel, he should know that. I may have called him out, called him a waste of time and space, but he was the one who didn't come back. You think I don't regret my words? All he's doing is holding a grudge because I was sober and pissed at a matter between him and you. Same matter you're here for, probably. Being pissed at an issue he won't solve himself and coming to me to try and solve it. That's ended badly before."
He shifted in his seat, gruntingâmore of frustrated sigh.
"Now, I'd be a grown up and go apologize but he avoids me every time I try."
Well, this was complicated.
Achilles didnât know how to feel. On one hand, he loved Menelaus, but knew he was annoying. On the other hand, he hated Agamemnon, but at this moment he didnât sound so.. unreasonable.
He shifted uncomfortably. âHeâs in his tent now. You can apologize.â
"He'll ignore me or argue over it. Either way, an apology clearly doesn't mean anything to him."
Agamemnon shifted his position again, blue eyes drilling into Achilles.
"Don't believe me? Then go ask him, start another argument over it. I love him, but he still acts like a fucking child."
âGet out of my way.â Achilles pushed past the guards standing outside of the tent, despite their protests.
He looked around Menelausâ tent, though the king of Sparta was nowhere to be seen. Well, heâd return, one way or another. And when he did, Achilles would certainly enjoy taunting him.
So, he waited.
-@achillespelidesaecides
(Ooc: I HAVENT WRITTEN SMTH LIKE THIS IN SO LONG, IGNORE THE LACK OF QUALITYđđ»đđ»)
When Menelaus gotten back, he paused the sight of Achilles standing in his tent. He didn't even drop his dagger, which was slung over his shoulder with his bow after an unsuccessful huntâhis quiver was around his waist.
"A...Achilles... I thought Agamemnon said to not come to my tent anymore, given you strict orders... After.."
Menelaus took a step back, remembering the last time Achilles had met with him. That was something he couldn't forget anyways, nor anyone really.
Achilles rolled his eyes. âBold of you to assume I care what Agememnon says.â
He walked closer to Menelaus. âNow, have you finally come to your senses? Or are you still overreacting to anything like a little girl?â
"Agamemnon won't care anymore anyways. I'm hardly even his brother anymore, to him."
Menelaus swallowed hard, hand reaching for his dagger. He hesitated, though, and tears welled in his eyes. Maybe he deserved whatever Achilles was going to do to him. With everything that's happened, between Odysseus and Eirene and Diomedes, and Eudaimonia. He told himself so.
Achilles shrugged. âWell, thatâs where you made a mistakeâyou chose him over me, and see how he repays you?â
He walked closer until he was close enough to grab Menelausâ wrist. âLet go of the dagger. You donât want to hurt me.â
Menelaus quietly whimpered, then moved his other hand to undo the clip on his dagger sheathe strap, letting it fall. Then he removed the quiver from his belt and laid it aside with his bow.
âI loved you once, you know.â Menelaus whispered. âBefore the hurt.â
Achilles shook his head. âYou did this, not me. See those scars?â He grabbed Menelausâ sleeve, pulling it up to reveal his scarred arm. âThats your fault.â
He smiled. Not the lovely, gentle smileâno, this was more.. sinister. âAnd youâll love me again. Come here.â
Menelaus took a deep breath and came a bit closer to Achilles, just enough so Achilles could do whatever. Exhaling, he spoke.
"I still do, in fear." He admitted. He hated that love lingered in him, especially for the blonde in front of him.
Achilles smiled, grabbing the hem of Menelausâ tunic. âI know. Who wouldnât?â
He tugged him forward, slowly walking backwards, towards the bed. âNow, show me how much you still love me.â
Menelaus rested his hands on Achillesâ hips and quietly growled. âI hate us both for this.â
Then he pressed his lips against the blondeâs, his eyes fluttering shut. He was willing to be hurt again.
(ooc: SCENE SKIP EHEHEHEHE)
Achilles laid beside Menelaus afterwards, staring at the ceiling. âYou do still love me..â
Then he realized how ridiclous those words were, and laughed at himself. âNot that anything wouldâve changed if you didnât. I still would have found a way to.. you know.â
Menelaus laid at Achilles' side, his head on the other's shoulder and his arms around his waist. Menelaus almost scoffed at Achilles' words, but sighed instead.
"I hate that I still love you. Not for your hurt, but for the company really. I don't get much these days, with the Trojan woman I recently married off with a woman from little Ajax's camp and Machaon working later, making sure his medicine for the men is perfect."
Menelaus inhaled.
"I made Odysseus hate me. I made Diomedes scared to hurt me. I had to rebuild my bond with Eirene because I left for a while to think. I only let you have me now because I deserved some hurt for everything I've done as of late."
Well, that made Achilles lose whatever interest he had.
He sat up, looking at Menelaus, disgusted. âStill up with that âI deserve the hurtâ shit?â He scoffed. âItâs pitiful. You bring things onto yourself, and then cry when everything goes wrong. Just because itâs your fault doesnât mean you have to rub it in our face.â
He paused, thinking of something else. âYou like the attention, donât you? Like a common whore.â
"Shut up." Menelaus snapped, "You don't know anything. Maybe you're right about the attention, but that's the one thing I had to try and get myself as a child. The only person who cared enough to give it to me was my brother. Because Agamemnon was the only one who cared enough about me."
Menelaus scoffed, sitting up as well.
"And, I already am a common whore, haven't you noticed? I sleep with everyone the first chance I get. If me begging for whatever attention I can find, if everything about me disgusts you so fucking muchâI see it on your faceâthen get out of my tent.
At first, Achilles was surprisedâhe didnât think Menelaus would actually defend himself. But then he laughed lightly.
âYes, well, where is Agamemnon now?â He taunted. He turned over, hovering above Menelaus. âAnd youâre right about one thingâyou have become a common whore. You shame Sparta.â
He grabbed Menelausâ left wrist, holding it down. âYou donât get to send me out of your tent. Iâll leave when I feel like it, and right now, I have a much better idea.â
âAgamemnon doesnât care now. He never will again.â Menelaus whispered, then quietly growled. âIâve been a shame my whole life, you donât need to remind me.â
Menelaus huffed. âAnd, whatâs your brilliant idea, hmm?â
Achilles smiled. âOh, I think you know.â
But then he suddenly pulled away, standing up from the bed. âSo, what actually happened between Agamemnon and you that caused you to overreact so much?â
"Nothing of your concern."
Menelaus quietly growled, getting up and moving to sit at his desk. Being nude felt nice, since he hasn't been such recently.
Achilles sighed. âSo thatâs how it is, huh? Fine. I guess Iâll just go see what that girl is up to.. what was her name againâEirene?â
He was already gathering his clothes.
Menelaus sprung up from his seat and grabbed Achilles' wrist pressing against him. "You stay away from her." Menelaus demanded, his voice shaky with anxiety.
Achilles smirked. He has Menelaus right where he wanted him.
He pulled his wrist free of Menelausâ grip. âWho are you to stop me? Youâve grown soft, Menelaus. And now, Agamemnon clearly doesnât care what happens to you, so..â
He put on his tunic. âI heard sheâs quite pretty. Will just have to see for myself, I guess.â
"I won't let you hurt her... Nor touch her, for that matter. Plus, Odysseus will beat your ass and raise a mutiny if you touch his little girl."
Achilles shrugged. âHe could try. Now, get out of my way.â
"No, Achilles."
Menelaus pulled the man closer, then pressed his forehead against Achilles'.
"For once just stay after you have your way with me."
Achilles thought about it for a moment.
âIf you open up to me..â he pressed a kiss on Menelausâ lips. âI will consider it.â
"Fine!"
Menelaus whisper-yelled somewhat reluctantly. Of course, anything to protect his precious child.
"Agamemnon and I argued over me wanting to end it, we argued over why I chose you and Odysseus and Diomedes. It ended with me in Machaon's tent with bandages everywhere but my head and neck. The catch? He was sober. Agamemnon was sober and beat me like a woman who was far too disobedient. He called me a waste of space, a waste of time, and a waste of his breath. He said he never should've protected me, that he never should've saved me from our father. Eirene never left my side that week while I healed, neither did Machaon or Megapenthes."
Menelaus refused to let the salt water that welled in his eyes roll, not needing the weakness. He let Achilles go, then took a few steps back to give him space enough to leave.
"There, is that enough? Is that enough for you to run out of this tent and put more shame and dirt on my name among these men than what you already have when you told them I hurt myself?"
Achilles frowned.
As much as he, as of late, thought Menelaus had lost all sense of honour; at the end of the day, it was all Agamemnonâs fault. Of course.
Achilles actually didnât mind Menelausâ company, when he wasnât being pitiful. If Agamemnon was the cause of all that ridiclous behaviour, why not just get rid of him? Or atleast, teach him a lesson. He was insufferable to everyone in the army, anyways.
But Menelaus didnât need to know that.
âYes, actually,â He walked towards the tent flap. âI will leave this tent, but not for the reason you probably think.â
Menelaus quietly growled, half-heartedly.
"Just stay for once. I'll shut my gob if that's what it takes to just lay around and be peaceful with you for once."
His hands clenched at is side, not tight enough to hurt himself though, his hands didn't whiten more because of the looseness.
"Or just spread dirt on my name, don't bother anyone else."
Achilles stopped at the tent flap.
âHow do you know Iâm going to bother anyone?â He asked innocently. âI just want to leave for a moment.â He smiled. âIf you want me to stay so bad, donât worryâIâll be back before you know it, and weâll have so much fun together.â
He left before Menelaus could say anything more, beginning to walk towards the Mycenean part of camp.
He had a king to see.
(@lordofmen-atreides)
Agamemnon was sitting at his desk, a waterskin at his side and a cleaned platter in front of him from when he last ate. He looked bored, of course.
And honestly? He was, he very much was. He needed better things to do. Like Odysseus. He sighed.
Achilles entered, not even bothering to announce himself. âYour guards are slacking off, arenât they?â
His gaze roamed over the desk. âHuh. You arenât drinking wine, for once.â
"I allowed them to take a break to eat lunch." Agamemnon answered, and his face scrunched up in a grimace at Achilles' observation.
"No, not yet. After I finish this water, I will be though. What do you need, Pelides?"
Achilles walked closer. "An explanation."
He leaned over Agamemnon's desk, casually. "Have you any idea how miserable you've made Menelaus? Because of you, he is pitiful and unbearable."
"He needs to toughen up. The world is cruel, he should know that. I may have called him out, called him a waste of time and space, but he was the one who didn't come back. You think I don't regret my words? All he's doing is holding a grudge because I was sober and pissed at a matter between him and you. Same matter you're here for, probably. Being pissed at an issue he won't solve himself and coming to me to try and solve it. That's ended badly before."
He shifted in his seat, gruntingâmore of frustrated sigh.
"Now, I'd be a grown up and go apologize but he avoids me every time I try."
âGet out of my way.â Achilles pushed past the guards standing outside of the tent, despite their protests.
He looked around Menelausâ tent, though the king of Sparta was nowhere to be seen. Well, heâd return, one way or another. And when he did, Achilles would certainly enjoy taunting him.
So, he waited.
-@achillespelidesaecides
(Ooc: I HAVENT WRITTEN SMTH LIKE THIS IN SO LONG, IGNORE THE LACK OF QUALITYđđ»đđ»)
When Menelaus gotten back, he paused the sight of Achilles standing in his tent. He didn't even drop his dagger, which was slung over his shoulder with his bow after an unsuccessful huntâhis quiver was around his waist.
"A...Achilles... I thought Agamemnon said to not come to my tent anymore, given you strict orders... After.."
Menelaus took a step back, remembering the last time Achilles had met with him. That was something he couldn't forget anyways, nor anyone really.
Achilles rolled his eyes. âBold of you to assume I care what Agememnon says.â
He walked closer to Menelaus. âNow, have you finally come to your senses? Or are you still overreacting to anything like a little girl?â
"Agamemnon won't care anymore anyways. I'm hardly even his brother anymore, to him."
Menelaus swallowed hard, hand reaching for his dagger. He hesitated, though, and tears welled in his eyes. Maybe he deserved whatever Achilles was going to do to him. With everything that's happened, between Odysseus and Eirene and Diomedes, and Eudaimonia. He told himself so.
Achilles shrugged. âWell, thatâs where you made a mistakeâyou chose him over me, and see how he repays you?â
He walked closer until he was close enough to grab Menelausâ wrist. âLet go of the dagger. You donât want to hurt me.â
Menelaus quietly whimpered, then moved his other hand to undo the clip on his dagger sheathe strap, letting it fall. Then he removed the quiver from his belt and laid it aside with his bow.
âI loved you once, you know.â Menelaus whispered. âBefore the hurt.â
Achilles shook his head. âYou did this, not me. See those scars?â He grabbed Menelausâ sleeve, pulling it up to reveal his scarred arm. âThats your fault.â
He smiled. Not the lovely, gentle smileâno, this was more.. sinister. âAnd youâll love me again. Come here.â
Menelaus took a deep breath and came a bit closer to Achilles, just enough so Achilles could do whatever. Exhaling, he spoke.
"I still do, in fear." He admitted. He hated that love lingered in him, especially for the blonde in front of him.
Achilles smiled, grabbing the hem of Menelausâ tunic. âI know. Who wouldnât?â
He tugged him forward, slowly walking backwards, towards the bed. âNow, show me how much you still love me.â
Menelaus rested his hands on Achillesâ hips and quietly growled. âI hate us both for this.â
Then he pressed his lips against the blondeâs, his eyes fluttering shut. He was willing to be hurt again.
(ooc: SCENE SKIP EHEHEHEHE)
Achilles laid beside Menelaus afterwards, staring at the ceiling. âYou do still love me..â
Then he realized how ridiclous those words were, and laughed at himself. âNot that anything wouldâve changed if you didnât. I still would have found a way to.. you know.â
Menelaus laid at Achilles' side, his head on the other's shoulder and his arms around his waist. Menelaus almost scoffed at Achilles' words, but sighed instead.
"I hate that I still love you. Not for your hurt, but for the company really. I don't get much these days, with the Trojan woman I recently married off with a woman from little Ajax's camp and Machaon working later, making sure his medicine for the men is perfect."
Menelaus inhaled.
"I made Odysseus hate me. I made Diomedes scared to hurt me. I had to rebuild my bond with Eirene because I left for a while to think. I only let you have me now because I deserved some hurt for everything I've done as of late."
Well, that made Achilles lose whatever interest he had.
He sat up, looking at Menelaus, disgusted. âStill up with that âI deserve the hurtâ shit?â He scoffed. âItâs pitiful. You bring things onto yourself, and then cry when everything goes wrong. Just because itâs your fault doesnât mean you have to rub it in our face.â
He paused, thinking of something else. âYou like the attention, donât you? Like a common whore.â
"Shut up." Menelaus snapped, "You don't know anything. Maybe you're right about the attention, but that's the one thing I had to try and get myself as a child. The only person who cared enough to give it to me was my brother. Because Agamemnon was the only one who cared enough about me."
Menelaus scoffed, sitting up as well.
"And, I already am a common whore, haven't you noticed? I sleep with everyone the first chance I get. If me begging for whatever attention I can find, if everything about me disgusts you so fucking muchâI see it on your faceâthen get out of my tent.
At first, Achilles was surprisedâhe didnât think Menelaus would actually defend himself. But then he laughed lightly.
âYes, well, where is Agamemnon now?â He taunted. He turned over, hovering above Menelaus. âAnd youâre right about one thingâyou have become a common whore. You shame Sparta.â
He grabbed Menelausâ left wrist, holding it down. âYou donât get to send me out of your tent. Iâll leave when I feel like it, and right now, I have a much better idea.â
âAgamemnon doesnât care now. He never will again.â Menelaus whispered, then quietly growled. âIâve been a shame my whole life, you donât need to remind me.â
Menelaus huffed. âAnd, whatâs your brilliant idea, hmm?â
Achilles smiled. âOh, I think you know.â
But then he suddenly pulled away, standing up from the bed. âSo, what actually happened between Agamemnon and you that caused you to overreact so much?â
"Nothing of your concern."
Menelaus quietly growled, getting up and moving to sit at his desk. Being nude felt nice, since he hasn't been such recently.
Achilles sighed. âSo thatâs how it is, huh? Fine. I guess Iâll just go see what that girl is up to.. what was her name againâEirene?â
He was already gathering his clothes.
Menelaus sprung up from his seat and grabbed Achilles' wrist pressing against him. "You stay away from her." Menelaus demanded, his voice shaky with anxiety.
Achilles smirked. He has Menelaus right where he wanted him.
He pulled his wrist free of Menelausâ grip. âWho are you to stop me? Youâve grown soft, Menelaus. And now, Agamemnon clearly doesnât care what happens to you, so..â
He put on his tunic. âI heard sheâs quite pretty. Will just have to see for myself, I guess.â
"I won't let you hurt her... Nor touch her, for that matter. Plus, Odysseus will beat your ass and raise a mutiny if you touch his little girl."
Achilles shrugged. âHe could try. Now, get out of my way.â
"No, Achilles."
Menelaus pulled the man closer, then pressed his forehead against Achilles'.
"For once just stay after you have your way with me."
Achilles thought about it for a moment.
âIf you open up to me..â he pressed a kiss on Menelausâ lips. âI will consider it.â
"Fine!"
Menelaus whisper-yelled somewhat reluctantly. Of course, anything to protect his precious child.
"Agamemnon and I argued over me wanting to end it, we argued over why I chose you and Odysseus and Diomedes. It ended with me in Machaon's tent with bandages everywhere but my head and neck. The catch? He was sober. Agamemnon was sober and beat me like a woman who was far too disobedient. He called me a waste of space, a waste of time, and a waste of his breath. He said he never should've protected me, that he never should've saved me from our father. Eirene never left my side that week while I healed, neither did Machaon or Megapenthes."
Menelaus refused to let the salt water that welled in his eyes roll, not needing the weakness. He let Achilles go, then took a few steps back to give him space enough to leave.
"There, is that enough? Is that enough for you to run out of this tent and put more shame and dirt on my name among these men than what you already have when you told them I hurt myself?"
Achilles frowned.
As much as he, as of late, thought Menelaus had lost all sense of honour; at the end of the day, it was all Agamemnonâs fault. Of course.
Achilles actually didnât mind Menelausâ company, when he wasnât being pitiful. If Agamemnon was the cause of all that ridiclous behaviour, why not just get rid of him? Or atleast, teach him a lesson. He was insufferable to everyone in the army, anyways.
But Menelaus didnât need to know that.
âYes, actually,â He walked towards the tent flap. âI will leave this tent, but not for the reason you probably think.â
Menelaus quietly growled, half-heartedly.
"Just stay for once. I'll shut my gob if that's what it takes to just lay around and be peaceful with you for once."
His hands clenched at is side, not tight enough to hurt himself though, his hands didn't whiten more because of the looseness.
"Or just spread dirt on my name, don't bother anyone else."
Achilles stopped at the tent flap.
âHow do you know Iâm going to bother anyone?â He asked innocently. âI just want to leave for a moment.â He smiled. âIf you want me to stay so bad, donât worryâIâll be back before you know it, and weâll have so much fun together.â
He left before Menelaus could say anything more, beginning to walk towards the Mycenean part of camp.
He had a king to see.
(@lordofmen-atreides)
Agamemnon was sitting at his desk, a waterskin at his side and a cleaned platter in front of him from when he last ate. He looked bored, of course.
And honestly? He was, he very much was. He needed better things to do. Like Odysseus. He sighed.
Achilles entered, not even bothering to announce himself. âYour guards are slacking off, arenât they?â
His gaze roamed over the desk. âHuh. You arenât drinking wine, for once.â
"I allowed them to take a break to eat lunch." Agamemnon answered, and his face scrunched up in a grimace at Achilles' observation.
"No, not yet. After I finish this water, I will be though. What do you need, Pelides?"
opinion on the trojans? like hector and the rest?
Opinions? Well, Hector's fighting is admirable, the way he leads his troops. But, I don't favour any of them, let alone like them. Not since my darling brother's wife was stolen.
