↳ ACHILLES & PATROCLUS ✧・゚: ↳ ❝ He is half of my soul as the poets say. ❞
— The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller
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↳ ACHILLES & PATROCLUS ✧・゚: ↳ ❝ He is half of my soul as the poets say. ❞
— The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller
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I’m not ok right now
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.
LGBT+ books: The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller
"A grass-stained foot hangs loose. Locks of tousled hair have slipped from the makeshift shroud. The numbness now is merciful. A last few moments of it. Then, the fall. He snatches for his sword to slash his throat. It is only when his hand comes up empty that he remembers: he gave the sword to me. Then Antilochus is seizing his wrists, and the men are all talking. All he can see is the bloodstained cloth. With a roar he throws Antilochus from him, knocks down Menelaus. He falls on the body. The knowledge rushes up in him, choking off breath. A scream comes, tearing its way out. And then another, and another. He seizes his hair in his hands and yanks it from his head. Golden strands fall onto the bloody corpse. Patroclus, he says, Patroclus. Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only.”
“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.” - Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
I really need someone to write a fem!patrochilles fic.