#c;paris

[rvlerofmyheavt]

Closed for @omuse​

Helen let herself walk into the courtyard. Where was her husband? What was he doing that night? There was a lot the princess wanted to know. She sighed before adjusting her appearance. Maybe she could afford to be nicer to him-who knew what happened to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Where have you been dear Paris?” 

[thebianprophet-archive]

❝ I heard you the first time. ❞ + paris

Tiresias hovered over the other with a sigh. “If you heard me the first time, why are on the ground.” He held his hand out to the other, trying to show he meant good will. As Paris grabbed his hand, the seer jabbed the pressure point on his arm. 

“You made the same mistake again.” Tiresias pointed out. “Always keep your guard up.” Tiresias sighed. “Your enemies won’t be remotely merciful.” 

[thebianprophet-archive]

# + sias & paris

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: Priam’s Dumb Offspring #2                              - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: This One                              - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: Well                             - my muse’s last text to your muse:  

 Sias: The word is Flexible but Phlexible!!!! 

[rvlerofmyheavt]

closed for @omuse​

“Those soldiers are so rusty.” Helen complained to herself as she walked into a room. Trojan soldiers have a softness to them she didn’t like. Is it because of those pesky walls. When the Spartans come, surely they are done for. Helen spotted the bow and arrow on the dresser. 

It was beautifully made. Helen held it close to her. Truth be told, it was her favorite weapon. The accurcity and skill needed to shoot it. She hasn’t seen a Trojan carry it yet. But she would like to meet them. Helen placed it down and laid on the bed.

Helen felt relaxed as she closed her eyes. Maybe a rest was what she needed. She was interrupted though as she felt another person on the bed. She squinted and looked up slowly. 

“Who is there?”