#aisimos

Menelaos could not know for certain the Danann’s reaction. Though they had fought together on the sands of Troy for years, even now the Spartan king felt no more comfortable calling Aias the Greater a TRUSTED ally than he did a friend. But unlike his brother, whose pride and arrogance led to the BLINDNESS of their DESTRUCTION, Menelaos could no longer stand idle as this army fell the ruin at the hands of a feud that conspired between their relations. Menelaos hoped, at the very least, Aias would hear him ... even if it were only to rebuke his every word.

He may of been distant at times, wandering away like a leaf taken by the wind; but never had he failed to return eventually. 

       There was so much of it, even Phobos had difficulty deciphering who had lost the most blood. His senses were chaotic; his vision blurred, his sense of balance demented, and hearing as well as smell refused to function properly. Phobos felt like death, stumbling through the hall; though respectively he lacked the skeletal figure that Thanatos often wore to appease mortal interpretation. Through the dimly lit hall Phobos braced himself against the wall, using one hand to stabilize himself as he walked - leaving a trail of red in the wake of his hand. Phobos’ breaths were deep and short, not that he necessarily needed the use of air but it was one way to relieve the constricting sensation he felt deep within his chest. There were grave amounts of pain surging through all parts of his body, and although the fearer did his best to ignore such sensation, it was not a task easily achieved.

       It had been a few days since last Phobos had been in Sparta. Ajax knew of the fearer’s habits, so Phobos no longer worried about the possible argument that would conspire between them because of it. But upon this night, such assurance did not leave Phobos so completely assured. Undoubtedly, should Ajax find him in the state he was in now, the other would lose all sorts of self-restraint. Phobos need only look to past experiences to know that. But that of course, was in Ajax’s nature, as to was it his right. In truth, had he not been so badly wounded, than Phobos would not have returned here in the first place. He would not risk Ajax’s questioning if it meant he could heal himself - Phobos was still very conservative about such things as this. However, Phobos was no fool. He knew that he had no other choice than to come here, and though he would have preferred not to make his family worry, there was no getting around this.

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