#adelphion

[amphimelas-atreides]

(Here’s Where I Left Off Hehe)

Menelaus stood within the Mycenaean camp before taking his horse by its reigns and limping to Agamemnon’s tent. He kept wiping tears before they fell so he seemed at least somewhat calm when going face to face with his brother.

Getting to the tent, he tied the horse to an outside post before walking into the shelter. He fidgeted with his hands and sniffled.

“…Can I stay with you tonight?” His voice was broken with raw emotion, though he didn’t let himself express it.

@kingofsparta

Agamemnon had not had the chance to drink much that day, too busy with complaints upon complaints from his men about the frequency of sacrifices to Achilles' mother. He was at his wits end, only just now having settled down to rest.

He had heard fighting outside his tent, but hadn't interfered. Let them think him drunk or asleep, he didn't care. He didn't want to bother to separate them.

When he heard his brother approaching, his stomach dropped. Perhaps he should have interfered.

It was clear as day that he had been crying. He felt the anger rise in his chest, wanting to hunt down whoever had been with him that eve. Whoever had caused his upset.

"Yes," he agreed easily, attempting to settle his rage. It was no use to him here. "Sit down. You're limping. Did you sprain it?"

He made room by his table for his brother to settle in. While he did so, he fished around in a chest nearby for bandages.

@kingofsparta

[amphimelas-atreides]

(Yk The Drill, Answer At Your Own Time)

Menelaus stood outside his brother's tent, hesitant, before helping himself in. He knew what to expect: Agamemnon wasted away—drunk as a bull—and yelling. Lots of it. Possibly even a slap to the face or. But he didn't care, he needed to talk while he knew Agamemnon was unable to remember the next morning.

@kingofsparta

It had been a rough day for Agamemnon. A long, rough day. It was only natural that at an hour like this he would be shitfaced. He did his best work, came up with the best plans, when he was drunk.

Sue him.

Still, no matter how drunk he was, he always had the keen sense of when someone was near. Especially his brother.

"Menelaus," he grunted out, hunched over a map that he had laid out on the floor. "Are you going to linger outside like a child, or will you enter and talk to me like a man?"

He grimaced. That may have been too cruel.

[amphimelas-atreides]

Would You Accidentally Hurt Menelaus If You Were Impaired?

The implication that I would ever hurt my brother.. You must have a death wish. Cease your abhorrent questions this instant.

I would defend my brother with my life. Under no circumstances would I allow harm to come to him. I would sooner die.