he was sunshine, i was midnight rain.
I just realized that when they were younger, Patroclus was easily carried away with rage, envy, and pride. Not until him meeting Achilles, whose warmth melts every hatred and loneliness he has inside of him, steps in.
"He smiled, and his face was like the sun."
Patroclus saw Achilles as the light that brought him out of the darkness. A companion that assured him he never had to walk alone. And a lover that accepted all his imperfections.
However, as they grow older. We can see how the picture suddenly flipped. Achilles turned out to be the one conquered by hatred and pride, while Patroclus became everyone's sunshine. Achilles was cutting throats, Patroclus heals through his words. In spite of all, in spite of Achilles' earthquakes and mistakes: Patroclus' love accepted him, whole. And when the time came that Patroclus begged his lover to fight, joined the war, killed a demigod, and died: we saw how a part of Achilles died inside as well. To him, Patroclus was sunshine and he was midnight rain.
To conclude, it made me realize how they are both each other's light whenever one goes astray. Achilles' attitude towards that end may be upsetting, but that only strongly hints that despite of being a demigod, he is more of a human. And he took accountability for his wrong choices, grieving for his Philtatos, most beloved, Patroclus. Indeed, the characters were imperfect, but it is their flaws that manifest the art of being human. That these imperfections are nothing compared to the perfect love they have for each other, even in the afterlife.
"In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood, like a hundred golden urns pouring out the sun."
Patroclus and Achilles' love is boundless and everlasting, no one compares.
please help me find the artist of the fanart so i can give proper credits.
oh, it also reminds me of imperfect love by seventeen.
