PINNED POST — exorizo

     Hey there! This is an independent, private, and selective blog for Patroclus, primarily based on Hades and The Song Of Achilles, along with his original tale from Greek mythology. 

     I’m Ori, 21+, go by any pronouns, and am open to any questions or suggestions! I’m willing to talk through Tumbly IM or Discord, if we’re mutuals.

RULES & MUSE INFO

STARTER CALL / PERMANENT STARTER CALL

PLOTTING CALL

❛ How fine you look when dressed in rage. ❜ @riskitall​ | Alice: Madness Returns

     “I would have thought it didn’t suit me.”

     Patroclus remembers every instance of anger he’d experienced in life. He would like to believe he’s never been quick to rise to fury , and so for as few as they were, that must mean that they were quite significant. The times he remembers being angry with Achilles are even fewer and further in between, he knows, and still to hear him say that, he– Patroclus can’t help but feel embarrassed.

     “There’s nothing so impressive about my rage like there is yours. Even when I was alive, I couldn’t do anything with it.” The most spectacular feat he ever performed before his death had been out of fear and desperation and likely was little more than a ploy of the gods and that, really, suits him perfectly. But then, Achilles had always claimed things that Patroclus never quite saw in himself, and Patroclus had gone to his grave before he could know whether he’d become biased because of his feelings or if there was really any truth there. There are mortal men who accomplished the feats of gods, those who could stand on par with Achilles and Sarpedon and such, and then there are men like Patroclus.

     “I can only... sit and glare menacingly, I suppose.” And yet, there’s the barest hint of a chuckle beneath his words.

food and drink

     Having a teacher as competent in the culinary arts as Chiron has given Patroclus considerable skills and knowledge of preparing food, though nothing has contributed more to this experience in the craft than Achilles’ pickiness in their youth. Until years into the Trojan War, when even Aristos Achaion was no longer afforded much in the way of luxury, the son of Thetis was very particular in regards to what sorts of dishes he tolerated just as much as the method of preparation, and it was a challenge that Patroclus was all too willing to take up, for the sake of his companion. Though he and Achilles both were taught the art of hunting and food preparation, it became one of few things Patroclus devoted more of his time to than the halfling prince, and so by the time the pair descended from Mount Pelion, the son of Peleus was capable of making food to survive, whereas the son of Menoetius was capable of making food to be enjoyed.

❛ What? There’s no hope, then? ❜ @wargodling​ | Alice: Madness Returns

     Patroclus recognizes her for what she is, but not quite who: if so, his rage would likely get the better of him and though words are all he has, these days, he would be beyond them. But he continues, despite himself, and lets his gaze wander the Lethe as he considers the innocence in her question.

     “It’s different, for you. Live forever, and it matters little; the wrath of a spiteful deity who didn’t quite get their way must be little more than an annoyance, from time to time. But for a mortal, imagine what it is to know you’ll die young, someday, when Lord Ares decides he’s bored of peace, or to know you can do nothing once honorable Lord Zeus’s gaze should wander upon your sister, your daughter. Imagine having so... little control over your own life, only for the judges to determine your worth based upon circumstances you could not control because the Lady Fates had ordained it.”

     Sometimes, Patroclus wonders if Achilles could even have chosen a peaceful life. He recalls vaguely the whispers of a prophecy, echoed in his mind in the harsh rasp of Thetis, and wonders if the Fates were amused to think they’d tricked a goddess into believing her son could somehow overcome their decision.

     “We humans have to accept that whatever hope remains is for those that will come after us, or else we might drive ourselves mad. Sometimes it is our action that pave the roads our descendants will walk upon, and at other times, you gods would require more. Our deaths. Our suffering. Have you stopped to wonder what it’s like knowing you won’t exist someday? Were you a mortal, you will close your eyes, and then you will be no more. Now imagine that there is someone stronger than you, infinitely, who could coax you over that edge at any moment should they happen to need the amusement that day.”

"Krrrhhh..." ( ❛ The past must be paid for. ❜ ) @charobol​ | Alice: Madness Returns

     “Many of us have already paid our price, ferryman. Or so I would like to imagine it.”

     Patroclus knows of the psychopomps, Thanatos in particular; he and many of his men were not graced with Lord Death’s presence, once their threads had been severed. Violent deaths are to be expected, in war, but to imagine dying so brutally, left to burn, to drown, to bleed out, stabbed to death with force enough to kill but not enough to grant an immediate and merciful death... he remembers watching Hector stand above him, unsure as to whether it was his blood or his soul that dripped from the holes torn in his skin, through his ribcage. The Myrmidon looks away from Charon. 

     “Most mortals committed no crime greater than being mortal, I would imagine. If anyone would know, it would be you.” Patroclus cares little for Elysium, but to think that such deaths earned so few even this luxury in the afterlife... just how do the judges weigh the worth of a human soul? Is it not enough to die for one’s king and country if it is not ‘heroic’ enough a death? “They were men once, weren’t they? The judges. I can’t help but wonder... but I suppose it isn’t for me to question. I’ve ‘earned’ my stay here in Elysium, so they tell me. I ought to be content with that.”

bold   what   applies   all   the   time.     italicize   in   certain   scenarios.

𝐹𝐿𝐴𝑊𝑆.      moody.     short - tempered.    emotionally      unstable.     whiny.     controlling.      conceited.      possessive.   paranoid.      lies.      impatient.     cowardly.     bitter.    selfish.     power - hungry.      greedy.      lazy.      judgmental.     forgetful.    impulsive.      spiteful.    stubborn.     sadistic.    petty.     unlucky.    absent - minded.      abusive.     aggressive.     childish.      callous.     clingy.     delusional.     cocky.      competitive.      corrupt.      cynical.     cruel.   deranged.      egotistical.     envious.      insecure.      insensitive.      lustful.      delinquent.  guilt      complex.    reclusive.      reckless.      nervous.      oversensitive.      

𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐸𝑁𝐺𝑇𝐻𝑆.     honest.      trustworthy.      thoughtful.      caring.      brave. patient.     selfless.     ambitious.     tolerant.      lucky.      intelligent.      confident.      focused.      humble.      generous.     merciful.   observant.    wise.     clever.      charming.      cheerful.      optimistic.      decisive.    adaptive.     calm.      protective.     proud.      diligent.     considerate.      compassionate.      good      sportsmanship.      friendly.     empathetic.     passionate.     reliable.     resourceful.    sensible.      sincere.     witty.    funny.    

𝑆𝐾𝐼𝐿𝐿𝑆      &      𝐻𝑂𝐵𝐵𝐼𝐸𝑆.     art.      acting.      astronomy.    animals.     archery.      sports.      beach      combing.     bird      watching.      blacksmithing.      boating.      calligraphy.      camping.      candle      making.      casino      gambling.     ceramics.      racing.      chess.      music.    cooking.     crochet.      weaving.      exercise.    sword.     fishing.     gardening.     ghost      hunting.     ice   skating.      magic.      engineering.      building.      video      games.      inventing.      leather      working.     martial      arts.      meditation.      origami.     parkour.     people      watching.    swimming.      puppetry.      pyrotechnics.     quilting.      reading.      collecting.      shopping.      socializing.      storytelling.      writing.     traveling.    exotic   dancing.      minor / major      potion      tricks      and      trinkets.      billiards.

❛ Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. ❜ @furiese​ | a game of thrones

     Consider Patroclus surprised to find that the Fury makes for better company than most of his fellow fallen heroes do. He knows not what brought her here, much less what persuaded to linger, and grant him even a minute of her time—but this conversation they’ve had, short as it is, has been... enlightening. His weakness– oh, Patroclus has many. In so many ways is he lacking, inferior compared to his peers, even the Myrmidons beneath him, in life; even without counting Achilles, there was always someone stronger, faster, more coordinated, better with the spear or the sword or their tactics. 

     A hum rises low in Patroclus’ throat; he considers the Lethe stretching out before them, and wonders if he even does possess a weakness he might turn into a strength, someday. “Spoken like one who’s done such a thing before, Lady Fury. I understand.”