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The greenhouse had become his favourite place in the whole house in a small amount of time, the herbs and different flowers making him feel more at home than any of the other rooms filled with odd ‘modern’ objects — so it was where he spent a good proportion of his time, tending to plants and working on what he did back at the field: making medicine. He was a good midway through an ointment that soothed burns when he heard the footsteps approaching. “If you’re looking to kill some time — would you be kind enough to help me with some herbs ?” Without looking up, he spoke softly, only turning back when he finished cutting down the plants in front of him.
mightywarricr:
A brilliant laugh came past his lips, hoping he would’ve been able to brush off the apologizes. It wasn’t like it was the other’s fault that the mightiest warrior of Troy couldn’t even watch where he was going, especially when he is in such an unfamiliar place. Dark hues snapped up to look at the male who has spoken, he knew that voice just as he has known the touch of the hands upon his face. “Patroclus, I knew even death couldn’t separated us. I feared that I had awoken in the Underworld and you weren’t here.” He whispered, silently hoping that the other wouldn’t have picked up on the fact that the great Achilles had died as well. “I knew that we would meet again, we were meant to be even in death.” A frown marred his youthful face when he thought back on the male who killed his beloved, and worried that the other was here as well waiting to attack. “Hector, is he here?”
A wide and bright smile was spread across Patroclus' face though he couldn't seem to stop his eyes from watering, emotions hitting him full blast now that they were finally reunited. The words that fell from the other's lips made his smile w i d e n if it was even possible, a few tears dropping on his cheeks as he rested his forehead against Achilles'. "I'm here — you're here, I don't think it's the underworld though. I missed you —" He started, stopping at the implications that would bring Achilles to the afterlife—the thought made him FROWN, and he pulled back a little afterwards. The question from the other stopped him from inquiring any further, the expression on his lover's face striking him with the urge to sweep any trace of sadness away. "No, no, I didn't see him, I don't think he's here yet. We're safe, darling — please don't worry." The medic spoke softly, shaking his head a bit. “Everyone is mortal here for some reason — no weapons, no WAR.”
amiicarus:
“No, no. I insist, it was my fault,” Icarus explained, bowing once more. “Did you happen to find anything that could tell us why we’re here?” She’d spent nearly the whole day trying to find a single clue. Yet, all she found was new inventions she had never seen before and gods she thought she’d never meet. Nothing was standing out to her, but maybe with the help of another Icarus could find something.
“It doesn’t make any sense,” Icarus mumbled, looking around the greenhouse once more. “There must be a reason for us to be here, beside being indulged…” It seemed ridiculous to Icarus that they were all here just for a meal. There had to be more to it. She hoped it wouldn’t turn deadly.
“No, no —” Patroclus started, shaking his head although he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face, happy to stumble into a KIND soul. “Unfortunately not, my attempts seem to be in vain so far — I couldn’t find anything in the rooms I went through.” Frustration seeped into his words before he gave her a small shrug, the numerous odd contraptions he’d stumbled into previously didn’t seem to be holding the answers at all. “What about you ? Have you found anything ?”
“Yeah, I know — even the odd variety of people don’t seem to make any sense —” Agreeing, he leaned agains one of the tables, looking down at his feet. “I don’t know how someone could e m p o w e r all these deities.”
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⌠ 🍷 ⌡ ↪ ❛ for @patroklcs ❜ (closed.)
it didn’t come as a shock to dionysus that not everyone was having the best of times. some had never truly been the party sort ( which he couldn’t understand, but that was a whole different topic for another time ) and some, as it appears to be, were just perplexed by all that had been occurring around them.
he’s always been an enigma – not exactly in the mysterious sense but in the sense that his almost slightly eccentric nature made him a huge question mark to some – but he doesn’t recall having struck a conversation with whoever it was that stood just a distance from him. surely he wasn’t the cause of the confusion in this particular circumstance and so, he saw no harm in moving his feet forward with an outstretched hand that contained a glass of wine as an offering to the stranger.
❝ hey there, man. you ‘aite? ❞ for all his flamboyance and boisterous acts, he was at the very core a compassionate fellow and it resonates in the tone of his voice, usually slurred and loud but this time gentle and concerned. he was also making great effort to try and sound sensibly sober, but the other man didn’t have to know that.
The medic was t e n t a t i v e to say the least, trying to take in the whole situation one at a time — meeting more people seemed to be a lot more overwhelming considering the names he heard, some he hadn’t heard of and some he’d worshipped in the past. To see them with his own two eyes, in mortal form nonetheless was shocking, and he was having a hard time convincing himself that it wasn’t an absurd dream.
He’d been pulled to the main attraction, in the end, one way or another, his strolls around the manor not giving away much — the noises coming through the walls were a lot more intriguing than wandering around searching for something ( or someone ) that wasn’t there. The many types of food on the tables were enough to pique his curiosity and momentarily lessen his panic, though his reluctance was still crystal clear. It was just then he heard someone speaking to him and he looked up, not quite expecting to have someones attention. “Oh — yeah —” Patroclus started, looking down at the glass of wine extended towards him. He took it gingerly, knowing alcohol was probably the best way to ease his worries. “Thank you. I’m good — just confused with... all of this.” It was a poor excuse of a reply, but it was the truth. “I’m Patroclus by the way.”

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the song of achilles + favorite quotes
sxnlights:
“you again.” apollo smiled. “by the way, i recall why i remembered you now. you were a medic. we share a common interest.” he rambled, slightly bleary from the wine. “though i’ll admit i may have had a… small part to play in your death. sorry. all is fair in love and war, right? half this house sided with troy. its damn cause is only a floor above us.” // @patroklcs
“Oh, you’re a healer ?” Patroclus inquired before he stopped at the confession, unsure how to reply to that. He’d been wondering why the god seemed to remember him before, though this wasn’t really the answer he’d been expecting. Then again, Patroclus wasn’t the type to hold grudges. “Uhm, that’s alright I suppose. What’s done is done. I do remember it was Hector however.”
mxgicks:
“oh no, you poor thing, no,” hecate spoke softly in her husk of a voice. “i am no olympian. i’m a far older thing. a goddess you have never worshipped, no doubt. but you can call me cat if you’d like. we’re all mortal now.” // @patroklcs
“Oh — uhm, sorry if that offended you —” He let out and ran a hand through his hair, though her soft tone prevented him before worrying any further. Honestly, the medic couldn’t even comprehend how old that was, so he didn’t try to. “But, uh- I’m Patroclus. Pleased to meet you... ?”
somnolxnt:
another unfamiliar face. hypnos wondered how many within the walls were of those who were not deities that were prayed to. how many were not gods or powerful but mere mortals. it was one of the many questions they had that they were certain they would not gain an answer to- not yet, at least. blinking languidly, the god of sleep listened to the man’s simple answer before humming low in his chest, the noise sounding more like a purr in the air. “simply wandering then? where is it you’re trying to go?” aimless wandering could take him to an answer, they were sure, however with no set goal how was he to know what it was he wanted to find? they, on the other hand, were quite content to simply wait for the time being. they had a feeling, a hunch, that they would not come across the one they wished to see if they simply wandered at this moment.
“You’re asking difficult questions —” A small frown on the medic’s face, he shrugged a bit before he sat down on the edge of the couch, looking down a bit at thought. Considering his last memories were of death, would getting out do him any good ? It didn’t seem like the afterlife at all, but maybe the answer he was searching for would be the same as the reason why he was in that house with the others. Maybe it was a task, something that he had to go through to reach the end, perhaps ? He looked up at the other in the end, tilting his head a bit to the side as he spoke. “I suppose I just trying to understand what’s going on. And searching for a... close friend — I don’t know if he’s here too.”

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Achilles let out a silent gasp of air upon awakening, he thought he had awoken in the Underworld where he would’ve been able to reunite with the one person who made him the most happy. That is what was meant to happen but he woke alone without Patroclus by his side, the warrior decided he’ll try to search for the other male. “Where are you, Patroclus?” He whispered to himself, moving silently through the halls with a million of thoughts racing through his head at where the other male was. Achilles wasn’t paying that much attention to his surroundings, more lost in his thoughts than he was in where he was walking which caused him to crashed into a slightly taller person.
The memories came back s l o w e r than he though they would, though what he remembered of his last moments on earth did little to help solve the situation he was currently in. He had died by Hector’s hand, that part was certain, though this didn’t seem to be the afterlife. It just didn’t make any sense. Whatever he did, wherever the medic went for some answers, his thoughts wandered to his other half, to what Achilles was doing, whether they did actually won the war in the end, whether he was safe — was he there too ? Even the small doubt that he could be was enough for Patroclus to go searching, passing through the halls, in an almost frantic haze — stuck in his thoughts, he crashed into a person and pulled back, apologies falling from his mouth before he realized who it was. “It’s you — god, you’re here —” His hands going up to cup the other’s face, he gave the other a watery smile. “I can’t believe you’re here —”
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“are you as lost as i am?” hyacinthus inquired, lips curling up into a friendly smile as he glanced at the unfamiliar face out of the corner of his eye. the area that no doubt was set up for some form of celebration was laid out before them and was occupied at this time with a few godly beings. even without their abilities, something he was still astounded to hear them speak, they still seemed ethereal to him. hyacinthus couldn’t think of them within the same scope of being as his own- although at this moment it seemed every being within this house’s walls were simply humans. still, the whole situation left him feeling as though he was grasping at sand and he felt aimless in his quest for some sort of answer. / @patroklcs
“Am I that obvious ?” Patroclus let out softly though he couldn’t help but smile too, his fingers curled around a glass of a peculiar drink. Almost all the foods and the drinks on the table were too odd for him, deserts he’d never tasted before, snacks of every kind — even ‘junk food’, that tasted too good to be healthy. The variety of alcohol was surprising too and even if he didn’t want to let go of his senses, the medic was looking forward to trying them and was currently nursing a Cuba Libre, which was a bit too bitter for his liking. “So, uhm — are you a god too?” The boy asked, turning his attention to the stranger.
amiicarus:
[ @patroklcs ]
Everything was pristine. Icarus couldn’t even spot a single form of dust upon the furniture or trinkets within each room she had inspected. Most things she’d never seen before in her entire life. There was a particular object that she couldn’t wrap her head around: a glass ball that created a bright light on its own. She tried touching it, which only lead to a hot pain pricking her finger tip. She’d seen most, if not all of the rooms in the building, but now she found herself in the greenhouse. She walked among the growing foliage, running her fingers over the petals and leaves. She wondered who owned such a beautiful property, and who had the power to transport everyone here. She was so deep in thought that she hadn’t realized someone was in her way. “I’m so sorry,” Icarus gushed, bowing purposely in hopes of not angering the god before her, after having bumped into them. “Please accept my apology!”
The past hour was spent wandering and searching around, trying to find out a way to get out, or some explanation of why he was in that house, alone without anyone he knew. Some gods seemed to be acquainted with another, family members, friends and maybe even lovers. — and although Patroclus wouldn’t want any of his friends to be locked in a place without a way out, he really would like a companion, the loneliness had begun to be more vexing as the time passed. So many bizarre objects and rooms, the odd contraptions took his attention easily as he went from one room to another, growing more curious and more surprised each time. After a while he found himself in the greenhouse, and the flowers and different herbs were enough to put a smile on his face. They were probably the most familiar sight he saw in the whole house. As a medic, the boy was proud to say that he knew them quite well — focused in the variety of plants at his disposal, he was so focused that he didn’t even hear the footsteps until the impact. It took him by surprise though he calmed a few minutes later, shaking his head as he gave her a kind smile. “Please, it was my fault too — no need to apologize.”
somnolxnt:
a quiet sigh escaped their lips, dark lashes fluttering over the deathly pale skin of their cheeks. they were waiting, curled up against the back of some random couch they’d claimed within this labyrinth’s walls. waiting for what, there was not vocal answer. a comfort they weren’t even sure was within these walls. a being whose existence was so intertwined with their own that they were certain they would not last much longer without it. where is this comfort? they do not know. “you seem lost,” their low, gravelly tone broke the quiet of the room, dark eyes opening fully to look at the stranger who’d wandered in. “are you looking for something?” waiting for someone just like they were? / @patroklcs
Although Patroclus was relieved that they weren’t confined in the bedroom anymore, finding out that they were still pretty much locked in was a huge disappointment. He didn’t know anyone, and the amount of gods and powerful figures that used to rule over his life was intimidating to say the least. The more names he heard, it was easier to get freaked out, and he was sure he’d never felt more out of place in his whole life. And yes, that included being an awful warrior in the midst of war once. Of course, peace of this environment was greatly preferred, though he found it quite difficult to feel calm. Not liking the loud crowd that was gathered in the main hall, he’d been wandering around when he found the room and got inside, unsure what he’d find inside. The voice came as a surprise, but they didn’t seem hostile, which he was grateful for. “Uh — I am lost... Not quite sure what I’m looking for either.” Perhaps someone, someone he wasn’t sure that was around.
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take five & think. // patroclus, amphitrite, iris
sxnlights:
“oh,” he smiled. “you’re welcome. though i’m far from well.” apollo could have had reasons to dislike iris. she was an older goddess and, as such, could have been grouped in with those who looked down on the newer gods. she was also the wife of zephyrus– who had taken so much from him –only to be saved by eros, who had taken more. yet he never had a bad word to say about her. despite her bad taste in consort; she had helped his mother in childbirth. at her own risk, as hera was out to kill. if iris had not intervened apollo may have died in infancy. artemis too. for that, he owed her a lifetime of favour.
“and you.” he faced the other, the man. “i feel as if i know your face. forgive me. i cannot place it with a name. i am apollo, god of too many things.” he offered his free hand out. as he did, a low rumble seemed to emanate from his navel. he looked down; clearly confused with blushing cheeks. “i don’t know what that means. surely i’m not with child…” // @patroklcs·
To see iris recognize the man calms Patroclus greatly, for there seems to be no imminent danger in this unfamiliar environment. Though as a mortal, to see them interact does make him feel out of place — then again, that's how he had been feeling since he popped up in that odd bedroom, so it's not something different. His posture less tense by a great margin than how it used to be moments ago, he's silent, unsure what to expect, so he simply decides not to act.
Once the medic's adressed and regarded at, then he meets the god's eyes, feeling uneasy once again. it's difficult to pinpoint why exactly this time, but he had been feeling much calmer in iris' presence. "I — I'm Patroclus. And uh- a friend of achilles. Pleased to meet you." The boy lets out softly before he shakes the man's hand — it's almost certain that the other has heard of achilles, but he isn't sure about the reaction. At the noise and the comment, however, he can't help but let out a small laugh, unable to hide his smile. That's something he's familiar with after all. "Uh- you must be hungry. Why don't we head down? This palace surely will have kitchens."
take five & think. // patroclus, amphitrite, iris
aellcpus:
“I’m not surprised you’ve never seen a room such as this before.” She speaks with a shrug and offers no more observations on the situation as she breathes a sigh. Iris slips away from the window after a moment more of studying the darkened scenery outside, fingers running along the wood of the window sill. She turns to properly face those in the room with her. Her hands moving to clasp in front of her as she dips her head a little. “I’m suspicious that there is a purpose for our being trapped here. Perhaps this is some sort of revenge?” She suggests moving towards a chest of drawers on the other side of the room. Her steps are gentle, effortless and she travels with careful speed and purpose. She reaches her target in a breath, her fingers tugging open the top drawer with a degree of care, as though frightened something may spring from within and out into the room. She presses her fingers down into the drawer, searching for the false bottom for something and yet the drawer yields nothing but Iris’ fond observations that it is well crafted, sturdy and made from wood she thinks may be walnut. She has always had a taste for well made art. Her searches of the other drawers offers no more information and she finds herself giving a frustrated breath through her teeth.
“There’s nothing in here.” She states after standing up straight, her full height is perhaps a touch smaller than average but she has always preferred herself to be nymph like in image. This does however make searching above her much more vertically challenging, she finds herself tilting her head back to study the ceiling above her. “I can’t imagine we would be left with nothing.” There is pause, she can feel the knots taking root in her shoulders where wings should be. Golden and perfect and gone. Something has changed, Iris knows this much.
“Amphitrite?” She questions, turning to face the other goddess in the room suddenly. “Do you get the indication that something beyond the realm of our powers has occurred?” Her shoulders beginning to sink as she appears to collapse in on herself slightly. ( @amphitriteisms· )
Though the words sting a little, the mortal doesn't show it — it's only natural after all, he is amongst gods, those who have lived so long that his feeble mind wouldn't be able to comprehend it. The soldiers, the royals, the kings are mere chess pieces in their game to pass the time, and while maybe Achilles could be a King or at least a Queen, Patroclus is probably nothing more than a simple pawn. It's okay, he supposes, as long as he spends his time next to those he loves, there isn't more that he could wish for. The boy knows that he's not good enough to be on the same level as those who rule over them, and would never think so. Which is why he's so c o n f u s e d — they seem normal, as if they're a human like him, and there's little to show that they are indeed gods, and not simple mortals that perish easily.
"That doesn't explain why I'm here though —" While it's completely plausible that some god would be playing a game with the weaker ones perhaps, Patroclus absolutely has no play in that game, he isn't a half-god, or even a proper hero, he's just a medic at a war that doesn't seem to end. The only figure that could be worthy of the attention of the gods is Achilles and he doesn't seem to be around anyways. Patroclus himself wouldn't have any part in some elaborate revenge plot. He plays his 'part' anyways for the moment, looking around intently, behind the wardrobe, underneath the bed — the boy even hits the wall at places to see if there's something behind, something that would be different than the others. His attempts are in vain just as it seems to be Iris', and he can't help but feel a bit frustrated as he leans against the wall near the door, his head hitting it slightly. He has no idea what to do, if it's a dream, it would be the best if he could just wake up.
"It seems so — do you, uhm, feel like you could use your powers to get out of here ?" The questions is unsure, for he doesn't know how the said powers might work. Just as he opens his mouth for an apology and a further clarification on where the hell they might be, the footsteps just outside the door make him jump back — they weren't alone after all. There's a illogical fear rising up in his chest as the doorknob turns around, the boy taking a few steps back as he watches the door open with a c r e a k . Patroclus hopes it's their way out and not some kind of punishment that has been awaiting them all along. ( @sxnlights )