#clysonymus

It was a quick writing session, and even though it’s not perfect, I just wanted to share this out to see if anybody gets my vision of Patroclus… or rather my interpretation of his character (as well as a young and hot blooded Achilles).

Feel free to add this to the Heartbreak AU.

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…And passionate, youthful Achilles rose to sit up from the grass of Mount Pelion.

“You are not a monster, Patroclus. Clysonymus was a fool to take your dice.”

“Clysonymus was a child,” Patroclus said, his tears running down his cheeks.

“You were a child, too!” Violent Achilles spat. He did not consider that it was possible to disagree with the murder of Clysonymus. Violence was a good solution to problems. And Patroclus was also good. Everything he did was in the name of good.

There it was then, that the good hand of Patroclus tightened into a terrible fist.

“I was mad with anger, like all boys were. The only difference was that I took it too far. I was no better than an animal. I was a child, yes. But Clysonymus was a child, too.”

Silence stretched between them, and the grey sky rumbled with thunder.

“Oh, Patroclus! You are not a monster now! You are a man. And a monster does not take a prince under his wing. A monster does not teach his prince the ways of kindness. You are not a monster; you are the man that is close to my heart!”

“Yes, I am a man, as you say. But am I a good man, Achilles?”

“Patroclus… You are the best man!”

Sorrowful Patroclus looked back at Violent Achilles.

“Achilles.” My name in his voice never failed to evoke a slight thrill in me. I looked. “Do you want to be a god?”