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concept: Pat making “I’m a doctor, not a [enter thing here]!” jokes constantly

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sorry i can’t relate to mean people. i can understand not being openly friendly but how can you go out of your way to actively be so mean….on purpose….for fun….aren’t u exhausted …

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                His head is spinning. He isn’t quite certain where he is or how he got here, all he is sure of is that he’s missing someone. Someone important... His hands are shaking as he stares at his ship- broken and beyond Patroclus’ ability to repair- unaware of the man approaching him until he spoke.

His gaze turns to the man, eyes widening at the sight of him. He’d almost wondered if the words had been in his imagination... He shakes his head firmly, turning his attention to the stranger. 

“I’m not one to look for a fight either,” he says, tight smile stretching across his face. Strange words for a Galra- particularly one wearing the armor of a guard. Granted, his head was in too much chaos to pay mind to what he was wearing. He was having trouble enough recalling his own name. 

“I- I am...” His brow furrows, frown settling on his features “I am looking for something though... someone?” He sighs “I can’t remember. I- I think I was just trying to get my ship started again? But I’m not much of a mechanic.” That important something he feels he’s forgetting pushes to the front of his mind. Annoyance flashes across his face. He can’t remember. 

“I’ll manage,” he says, forcing his mind back to the present. “I’m sure it’s just a quick fix.”

The beat up look of the shuttle says otherwise, but Pat seems too preoccupied to notice. 

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                An old shuttle, abandoned and forgotten it seemed but the pilot still lingering about. Shiro was never quite one to be openly hostile towards strangers, never quite impolite or crude, but that perhaps didn’t stick to his expression as much as it should. Sharp lashes bowed, brown hues alight with caution and the near feral seeming glower, he stared upon the other as if to warn him not to even attempt anything violent. As rough as his expression might’ve seemed, his tone was no less genuine and warm for it. “Are you alright? It seems like there’s been some sort of problem from first glance. I apologize if I seem perhaps a bit.. Cautious. I’m none too fond of the prospect of a fight right now.” Nor was he ever really gunning to brawl either. More so he wanted to resolve things as peacefully as he could, but most of the time that wasn’t a possibility.

Hopefully this wouldn’t be one of those cases.

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“If it troubles you, I shall always mind it,” Patroclus says, staring at her with a gentle smile. She sets him at ease, calms his mind even just by sitting next to him. He hopes his presence has a similar effect on her. 

“Ah, troublesome thoughts of things beyond my control,” Pat said, curls tumbling around his head as he shook it. “Best to put them out of my mind- far better to talk of the stars with a lovely companion.”

He lays back, damp grass cooling his neck and back as he gets a better look at the heavens above them. 

“Was there anything in particular you wanted to know about? Or shall I simply start with my favorites?”

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“Nevermind what has me awake at such an hour. That doesn’t really matter.”

Briseis seldom slept through the night. It’s hard to close her eyes without seeing what happened to her family. Still, she moves to sit down next to Patroclus, crossing her legs as she looks up at the sky. “What troubles your mind? I am always here to listen.”

She tilts her head, and then glances over at him. “Or..if you do not wish to talk about that, you can teach me what you Greeks call your stars.”

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❝ You and I both know, Julian, that I would get an ulcer either way- your adventures have that affect on me. ❞ He is not used to breaking the rules- having grown up in a home where that meant nothing but bad things he tended to avoid that. A friendship with Julian, however, might just desensitize him to it. One thing he was certain he’d never be desensitized to was the way that Julian’s flesh closed itself- time seeming to speed where the injury was. As a man of medicine, it frustrated him to no end. 

❝ Best that you’re not hurt at all, in my opinion, ❞ Patroclus said, taking hold of Julian’s wrist as he examined where the cut used to be, looking for any sign of remaining harm. He knew he’d find none, but the compulsion to look was too strong to be pushed aside.  ❝ No matter your feelings on the pain. ❞

❝ Careful with all of that nagging, Patroclus. We wouldn’t want you getting an ulcer now, would we? Granted, we both have the knowledge to treat it, but it’s best to avoid it. ❞ Julian looked rather unconcerned with the bout of nagging tossed within his direction. He felt for the laceration upon his arm, feeling the slickness of the blood from the wound he had taken from the other man. The cursed mark upon his throat glowed, some brand of twisted divinity, whatever of a god’s blessings gone wrong. It was the mark of a martyr, something foul, something rotten, something that did not permit death. How was he to cope other than to enjoy the sensation of pain? A short laugh tumbled past his lips as he extended his arm, the mark soon fading. ❝ See? All patched up. Better the injury be on me for a short while better on you until it heals naturally. ❞

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                                will our actions echo across the centuries?                         will strangers hear our names long after we are gone,

                                           and wonder who we were,                                             how bravely we fought,                                             how fiercely we loved?

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    my  mom  likes  to  tell  me    ❛   you have to pick your battles   ❜

                             WELL I’M FULL OF RAGE 

                       and I’M PICKING ALL OF THEM.

IND. & SEL. ACHILLES RP of HOMER’S ILIAD.

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IT’S THREE AM

JUST FINISHED V/OLTRON S3

I AM NOT OKAY

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12: What would you do differently if you knew nobody would judge you?

He pauses for a moment, brow furrowed slightly as he thinks the question over. What would he do differently? He considers his life- all that he does, all that he would like to do... There isn’t much he would change. Well, there is one thing he would change...

“I must alter your question slightly to answer it,” he says, looking up. “If no one would judge him for what I did, I would be more... open... about what I feel for him. Achilles.”

Achilles has told him, in no uncertain terms, that he does not care, but Pat? Patroclus refuses to be the one to drag him down. He won’t stand in the way of Achilles’ glory: even at the cost of his own happiness.