#patrolcus

[belovedhomo]

the magic of enjolras and grantaire is that it answers the great question of what if a man was heaven descent and then there was just some guy

[skylessnights]

Tamino Amir as Patroclus

"The summer grew hotter, and we sought the river’s shade, its water that threw off arcs of light as we splashed and dove. The rocks of the bottom were mossy and cool, rolling beneath my toes as I waded. We shouted, and frightened the fish, who fled to their muddy holes or quieter waters upstream. The rushing ice melt of spring was gone; I lay on my back and let the dozy current carry me. I liked the feel of the sun on my stomach and the cool depths of the river beneath me. Achilles floated beside me or swam against the slow tug of the river’s flow."

                                          — Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

[baejax-the-great]

Fave fics of 2023

I read almost exclusively Achilles x Patroclus fics this year 😅😅Here is a sampling of some of my faves--some that were posted this year, and some that I only read this year.

Completed fics:

was it my august by archangelgf (Achilles x Patroclus, E). 18 year old popstar Achilles is the hottest mess in all of LA, and his father asks his ex-best friend (ex-something) Patroclus to help out. Achilles is such a mess. Just such a mess.

Twin Flames by @johaerys-writes (Achilles x Patrolcus, E). Prince and squire AU in which Patroclus didn't follow Achilles to Mount Pelion. After years of separation, Patroclus returns to Achilles' service in order to escort him to his betrothal.

Flowers for the Dead and Living by firefly_quill (Achiles x Patroclus, T). After mob violence ended Patroclus's medical career (and resulted in Achilles' disappearance), Pat gets a job in a flower shop. Very sweet.

Feral and Stray by littlelamblittlelamb. Achilles x Patroclus (E). In rural Australia in the 1950s, Achilles and Patroclus have a complicated-and frankly fucked up-relationship. Mind the content warnings on this one.

On the Ropes by red_smear. Achilles x Patroclus x Zagreus (E). Patroclus and Achilles are hella divorced, and the history is juicy. Zagreus accidentally forms relationships with them both while trying to win enough money boxing to get out of town.

Fugue by @swaps55. Shepard x Kaidan (M) Kaidan's life during the missing two years. Devastating. Gorgeous. I want to take the chapter where the Normandy is blown apart and post it on my wall.

Fics I hope to see in 2024 (aka WIPs)

Where the Dead Forget by @darlingpoppet (Achilles x Patroclus, M). Whilst Achilles is acting as a guard to the House of Hades, Patroclus drinks from the Lethe and forgets him entirely. Achilles grieves all over again.

you’re a walking disaster, and yet- by @johaerys-writes. Achilles x Patroclus (T). Pat and Achilles growing up in modern rural Greece. They both have issues, but now they have each other.

Face to Face by @juliafied. Zagreus x Thanatos (M). Thanatos comes across a familiar face on a dating app. Thanatos swipes right.

When Death Incarnate Got Banished to France by Marro (G). Thanatos is kicked out of the Underworld and trying to live like the mortals do in France. He gets a cat.

[maurypovichofficial2]

I can’t believe they still haven’t made a movie version of song of Achilles 😒 it’s long overdue and they need to cast Timmy as Patroclus

Actually I would hate that. And yall know I love me some Timmy. Pasty white Patroclus is so lazy you gotta look at the text !!! you gotta look in between the lines!!! Achilles’ mother Thetis hating him for being “less than” compared to Achilles who is a half god. Deidameia slapping Patroclus, calling him “ugly” and summoning him to have sex with her. (Which was rape. Men of color (men period for that matter let’s be real) being raped is a topic people don’t discuss enough and the power imbalance of a woman in power and a man of color being raped by that woman ??? Unheard of). It’s so clear that Patroclus needs to be Black. Now I’m not saying because all of this negativity he faced IS WHY Patroclus should be black. I’m so over the pain and suffering of black people in film. UNLESS IT SERVES THE STORY IN A POIGNANT WAY NOT SEEN BEFORE. Patroclus is the beacon of kindness, love and compassion in the story. He has all 3 of those things no one else is the story seems to naturally possess. And to portray a black man as that, it would be really great to see instead of cold, hard, angry and ignorant. Usually when black people in a story have those characteristics they are a plot device, to the white main character. (Bubba in Forrest Gump, rue in the hunger games,) the story really begins once that black character reaches their demise. But with TSOA that isn’t the case, the story actually ends once Pat dies and why?? Because The song of Achilles is Patrolcus’ story, he’s the narrator. Patroclus wouldn’t be the plot device, everyone else AROUND him and their shortcomings would be.

[marsdeathdefiances]

Achilles: let’s watch sharkboy and lavagirl.

Patroclus: okay.

Achilles: and makeout during the scary parts.

Patrolcus: th-

Patroclus: the scary parts?

Patroclus: of sharkboy and lavagirl?

[dirtytransmasc]

the little warrior (spider fic)

What if spider sacrificed himself for jake? what if his family was forced to watch him die? what would spider see in his afterlife?

based off of this post

mother/father is ronal and tonowari, mom/dad is zdog and quaritch. It just feels right in my soul. I didn't beta this, I tried, got bored, and y'all are gonna just have to be ok with that. more notes at the end. 

The shock of spider taking a bullet for jake was enough to stop the entire battlefield in its tracks. Think hector and patrolcus; the RDA had messed with spider a few times before and each time they learned only one thing came form messing with spider, and that was carnage. Spider was the heart and soul of the little platoon, he held it all together, bringing once enemies into one family. They knew that touching a hair on his head would get them all killed, but killing him? They knew to start saying their prayers. The intent was to kill jake, collapse the unit; whether it happened then and there or shortly after the fact, it hadn’t mattered to them. But now there was little hope any of them would make it out of there alive. 

The first to react was Ao’nung, his instinct to protect his baby brother cutting through the shock and hazy disbelief. He has to push past jake to get to his brother before he hits the ground, screaming, curses and prayers alike, all the while. He knows spider knew what he was doing, saw his face ease as he saw jake turn around unscathed, he hated it, hated how selfless his brother was, wanted to scream at him for being so stupid (he never dropped his grudge with jake, it had been months since spider became his brother, but he would never forget what led up to it). But as the fear and adrenaline catch up with spider, his face freezing up as he registered the pain, he can't help but pull him closer and slowly to the ground, trying to ignore the sharp smell of blood, his brother's blood. It’s ok, it’s ok, mama will fix it, I promise she’ll make it better. He frantically hummed an answer, clinging to him as pain blossomed in his chest like a crude burn.

Their parents and sister are quick to follow - a war-seasoned chief, a tsahik, and a healer in training - all 3 trying to stay calm for their son and brother, but its hard when the light and life is so quickly draining from his face. 

he tries to talk to them but between the pain and the blood pooling in his lungs, he can't get anything out. he seeks his mother's hand and his father's touch, but he can't ask for it and his strength is waning so he can't reach for it either. All he can do is listen to his mother's cries, and  focus on his sister's hands on his legs or his father's big hands on his chest. he knows his brother's holding his head up, he tries desperately to keep his eyes open, to follow his coaxing, even if he would much rather settle into the warmth of his hands and let sleep take him. But he knows it would upset him if he went without a fight, that it would break his parents hearts.

His mother is be praying desperately, unable to pull herself way from her child, but her mind too clouded with grief to do much else. Same with his sister though she was attempting to apply what her mother had taught her. His father and brother could only focus on the blood, all the blood, pouring from his chest and his mouth and nose; that and the tears they couldn't wipe because of the mask he so desperately needed. He felt his father trying to keep pressure on the wound but the bleeding went deeper then he could have any effect on, and ao'nung was trying to keep spider airway open so he didn't drown on the blood pooling in his mouth. It hurt. He wanted it to end.

spider can see from just behind his mother, jake and neytiri in each others embrace watching with distant eye as he suffers the same fate as neteyam. it made him feel sorta guilty, but if jake was alive, the battle would live on, and his family had a chance at peace. 

more faces, voices rather, join the scene. he hears his dad, hears reyzi screaming, but she doesn't grow closer. quaritch was struggling to hold her back, begging through his own tears for her to calm, that she could see him, she just needed to be calm for her brother. ravi and ro'eyk are standing next to their adoptive dad, ravi leaning into his arm, seemingly numb, though his anger is boiling him alive, and he's one wrong move away from ripping his skin off and using it to strangle his brothers killer to death. ro'eyk is similar to his brother, the craze in his eyes multiplying by the second as he is forced to watch his baby brother bleed out.

its quaritch who approaches his greiving family first, tapping tonowari's shoulder, their eyes meeting. 

he's too far gone - both of their respective glances say, though neither can voice it. "there's no exit wound, the bleeding is in his lungs," tonowari says quietly, trying to avoid the children's ears "the bleeding is slow, but the damage is done. it won't be quick, but he won't make it back to camp either…" 

quaritch nods, he couldn’t think about how much time his boy had left, or more so, how little. he kneels next to his son, the siblings gathering at his sides. Reyzi takes her brother’s hand, trying to smile when he weakly squeezes back; Ravi nudges against ao’nung, the two had grown close, helping the other boy shift their brother to lay between them; ro’eyk clings close to his dad, one hand holding onto him, the other on spiders leg. 

The sounds are so intense, people speaking, crying, praying, begging. everyone’s moving around him, people are moving him, someones putting pressure on the wound and it hurts like hell. 

his eyes float around; first to his dad, he’s crying, fingers fiddling with the braid behind his ear, miles had put in himself, the beads he carved by hands, spider never took it out. then to his brother’s, seeing his 2 big brothers embracing eachother, ao’nung hiding his face into the crook of ravi’s neck, both boys desperately trying to stay strong, ro’eyk eyes were analyzing him, trying to find a solution, because he was never one to back down. Then it was his mother and father that he looked to, the pain in his mothers eyes as she prayed to Eywa, as she held onto his body as if to hold him there; he’d never seen his father so distraught, like all his strength and was gone, his face no longer holding a sense of calm, there was only pain and anger now. His sisters both held a sense of rage, one he was very familiar with, reyzi wasn’t afriad to turn her anger on the world, but tsireya? He can’t think of a time he’s ever seen her truly angry, let alone filled with wrath, and he feels sorry that his death will introduce to such a horrible feeling. he tries to focus on jake and neytiri, but end up falling on the sully kids, more tears forming in his eyes; he was leaving them again, he was leaving lo’ak alone, kiri without her person, tuk with one less big brother, again. his breaths come fast and he starts to shake as sobs force their way out of his broken body realizes they’re all here, they’re all going to watch him die. 

he's scared, he feels so alone, despite being surrounded by people, because his vision is going and he can barely feel or hear a thing. he just wants to be held, he doesn't care about the wound anymore, he just wants someone to make the cold and pain go away. 

he must have made some sort of noise, a sign of discomfort because the aching stopped; whoever had been putting pressure on the wound let up a little, then his dad is talking to him, leaning over him to speak into his ear, I love you, he says gently, trying to hide the shake in his voice, I love you so much, and spider wants to say it back, he wants to cling to his dad and beg him to make it stop, but he can only stare up at him, weakly nod his head, let the tears fall down his cheeks. He hates this, he hates it so much. 

He closes his eyes for just a second, trying to ease the tired ache in them, but then he hears his mother shriek, feels her hands on his face, my son, she cries over and over again, great mother please, please do not take him. He feels his gut churn as he remembers what neytiri had said the day she lost neteyam. He watches his father try to comfort her, but he knows it would be no use, nothing quells the pain of a mother’s grief. 

He tries to speak again, but chokes, and his chest burns with something awful, he feels his brothers tense beneath him, sobs coming from the younger of the two. He wants to tell her that its ok, to bring her comfort like she has for him the last few months, anything to bring her any amount of ease. Shhh, my child, it’s ok, don’t speak, his father comforts, not even attempting to hide his pain, only focusing on easing his child. Spider tries to not be angry, tries not to scream at the situation; he’s dying and he can’t even say goodbye to his family, can’t talk to them, his body won’t let him, they won’t let him try, it’s not fair. 

There’s movement at his side, his dad is leaving, he doesn’t want him to go. His eyes track him as he scoots behind his brothers, both like his sons in one way or another, wrapping an arm around both of them, ro’eyk joining there little group hug. Reyzi stays where she is, holding his hand, and the gap left by his dad and brother is filled by his mom, 2 of the strongest woman he has ever known embracing eachother like life lines. He’s really happy to see her, he just wishes she wasn’t crying. 

She doesn’t hesitate from kissing the top of his head, pressing her forehead against the mask, the gap between their faces made by the glass lets him see the anguish on her face. How’s my strong boy doing, she says, trying to smile, lighten the mood, despite the pain it causes her. He’d say he’s right as rain, just like she did, but he knew he couldn’t, didn’t think it was worth trying. So he did his best to push into her, to make his need for her comfort known, pulling a sob from his lips as he strained to be closer. She peppered any skin she could get to with kisses, knowing she couldn’t hug him or hold him as she wanted, not without hurting him even more. I’m so sorry, my little soldier, I’m so so sorry, she says to him, as she tries to figure ouu where to put her hands, settling them against the sides of his face. He doesn’t want her to be sorry, his choice is what got him here, her being there wouldn’t have stopped him. 

He hears ikran, assumes the other recoms had spotted the vigil from the skies. He’s pretty sure he heard his mom say something about them letting her go to her boy while they handled the remaining RDA soldiers who hadn’t given up. He saw all of them, all their ikran too, that was good, that meant his family was ok, all of them, that was good. 

Mansk and lyle had gotten close to the sully kids, lo’ak in particular, as kiri was more often too busy her own world to pay them any mind, and neytiri kept tuk close to her, so spider wasn’t surprised when he saw his brother break from jakes hold, running into mansk’s side, accepting lyles arm to hold onto as well. Kiri followed, now that she knew she could in fact wander from her parents grasp without getting pulled back, though she went to zdog instead of following her brother, sitting opposite to reyzi. Hey monkey boy, he wished she said it like she aways did, not in the sad defeated voice that she had. though one thing was the same as always, she had her hand over his heart; she said he was na’vi in his heart, that his body didn’t matter, that to eywa, he would be her child just as much as she and their siblings and the rest of their family were. 

The thought brought him comfort, that he would be with eywa soon, with the people his family had lost over the years. He didn’t want to trade out one for the other, and he definitely didn’t want to think about his family joining him, but there was some amount of peace easing his heart to calm, his breath to come a little slower. Part of him knew that shock was taking hold of him, but chose to let it happen rather then fight it, the calm eased his pain, the lack fo fear let his muscles relax. 

He could tell people were shifting again, which meant more goodbyes, more words he couldn’t understand, more tears. He thinks its jake at his side now, neytiri behind him, tuk somewhere in the mix (he can hear her voice, though he can’t see her). I’m so sorry kid, shouldn’t have been you, you should have let it happen… none of this should have happened… I’m sorry I didn’t apologize sooner. Hearing jake apologize was weird, he never expected one, part of him wanted to keep thinking he didn’t deserve one, cause it was easier to forget what his life used to be like, then to dwell on it. Then tuk was hugging his neck before he could even form a reaction to what jake had said, forcing him to change his chain of thought to her; she shouldn’t be here, not on a battlefield, not watching another brother die, he wanted to push her off, tell her to run and keeping running till she was free of the smoke and rubble. I don’t want yout to go, you already left once, why are you leaving again? She asks, and he has no answer. Why was she still here? 

Someone pulled her away and lo’ak took her place, he looked conflicted, and spider knew why; he didn’t want to regret his last words. Lo’ak was haunted by what he said to neteyam, he didn’t want to suffer that again. I see you, all of you, spider. You will always be my brother, always have been, and no matter what, there was never a moment I didn’t love you, even when I was angry and even if I didn’t act like it, I always love you Spi. even if it was hard, he hung onto every word, he could do that for his brother, after everything, he could do him the decency. He tried to quirk his lips up into a smile, hoping lo’ak would find comfort in it, but lo’ak only started to cry harder, hovering over him, why did you do that, you skawng, though he was probably attempting to scold him, there was no anger in his voice. 

Eventually his brother pulled away, squeezing his shoulder before he rejoined the recoms who were both silently mourning and keep watch over the vigil. they didn’t do goodbyes, so he wasn’t surprised or even disappointed, he almost liked it better this way. He knew they mourned him, knew they would die to avenge him, he didn’t need them to go out of there way to do something that would only bring him more pain. He doesn’t even think he would be able to understand them had they tried.

His last few moments are hazy, his pulse in his ears, and the tears in his eyes so thick he can just barely make out the beginning of eclipse. He knew he was in his father’s arms, he wasn’t talking, not words at least, spider almost thinks he might be humming; it's a song sung to mighty warriors when they fall, as a way to tell them they can rest, that war is over. He knows his mother is next to her mate, sleep now, my little miracle, she's crying, he can barely tell what she's saying, you were the greatest gift I could ever be given, thank you, for being my son, for every moment we shared. his eyes burned, she was thankful for him, when he should be thankful for her, it wasn't right. he was slipping, thinking about his mama took his  away from his focus on staying awake, and suddenly his dad was talking, I'll take care of her spi, don't worry, you go on now, everything will be alright here, his dad comforts, knowing spider is more worried about her than himself. his dad was across from his mother, the both of them holding his hands, their own hands over lapping. He knows zdog is next to him, whispering I love you, over and over again. 

his brother’s were at his head, he could feel someone tucked into his neck, another pressing their head against his, I love you, I love you so much my brother, don't- (you have have to let him go) I… I'm gonna miss you, I'm gonna miss you so much, ao'nung he thinks, then Ravi, then ao'nung again. Ravi was taking care of the younger boy. good, he thinks, his brothers won't be alone. His sisters are gathered at his feet, collapsing in on one another; reyzi’s stiff upright posture and cold, thousand yard stare sticking out eerily amongst his hazy recollection. Kiri looked… peaceful wasn't the right word, she looked like she accepted it, she had tsireya and tuk pulled into her sides, Reyzi was behind her, accepting no comfort; he was sure that if he could get his eyes to focus he would see her wringing her hands, pulling her fingers until they hurt. he wished she would be able to move on, he knew it wasn't possible, it wouldn't be possible for her or her brother's, no matter how well they were holding themselves in the moment. Lo'ak was pacing the stretch of land that acted as an opening to the aclove, he was cursing, punching at the rubble, he didn't deserve this, not again. 

he saw the recoms standing gaurd as well, someone was trying to keep Lo'ak from the rubble, earning a sharp jab to the ribs, which was redirected into in awkward hug of sorts, but he couldn't tell who it was anymore. 

he couldn't tell who anyone was, his vision had faded to much. he whimpered, felt the burn in his chest as a result. he felt like he was sinking away, like when you have the bad dream of falling into the abyss. he was scared, he was so scared, he didn't want to die. he tried to grip onto something, but he's not even sure he was moving, but he felt his bubble get tighter, he tired to remember be wasn't alone. 

the last thing he remembered was a choked cry, probably his mother, and then nothing.

then Neytiri, smiling at him sadly amidst of bright white. no, no it wasn't Neytiri… it was Neteyam, his big-little brother - spider was technically older him, by a little over a year, but aged slower, hense earning him the title of little- big brother and Neteyam the opposite - standing a few feet away from him. 

"I didn't expect to see you so soon." Neteyam talks in a way that is much older and much wiser then his age lets on, more so then he did in life. he keeps his smile, but his voice and eyes let on his sadness. 

"neither did I," spider makes no attempts to move or interact more than he needs to, not until he knows this ain't a trick of his dying mind

"why did you do it, you could have let dad take the hit, he had a better at surviving it," 

"I wasn't letting another person get shot in front of me." 

"It wasn’t your fault brother,” neteyam stepped forward, placing a hand on spiders cheek, wiping a tear he didn’t know was there. 

“Am I really dead?” he asks, wanting to accept that this was really the end, he needed this to be the end, because he couldn’t stay standing much longer. 

“Yes… I’m sor-” Neteyam tensed at the question, 

“No, no thats… that’s good, was just worried… worried I wasn’t gone yet and that my mind would start playing tricks on me.” he closed the gap, leaning into the taller figure, he was tired, he was so tired. “Please, ‘teyam, please tell me this is real.”

He felt himself being pulled down, surrounded in a ligth warmth, almost like a blanket of sand warmed by the light of the sun. he kept his eyes closed, unsure if he wanted to see the space around him, if he wanted to know what would be there. He just clung tight to his big-little brother and prayed The Great Mother showed him mercy. 

“Its’s real, I promise you it’s real, open your eyes.” 

When he did, because he trusted his brother, he was home, he was on a familiar beach, the beach his father would take him to, it was on the far side of the village, a place only really known by the chief and his family. 

“What is this place, spi, it’s the place The Great Mother thinks you should rest, tell me about it.”

“This is where tonowari told me I was his son… it was the family beach in a way… its where me and ao’nung would train and tsireya taught me the stories of our people, where mother taught me to heal. This is my home.” he was too caught up in the relief to think about how neteyam may feel about him considering someone else family. 

“You deserved more time with them, they were good to you,” he spoke softly, tracing his finges in the sand, “you were meant to be theirs, but that doesn’t change the fact that we’re brothers. It’s ok spider, I’m happy that you were happy with them, you deserved that.”

“You saw?” 

“Everything, had to watch over you and my other skawng brother, ao’nung too, make sure you didn’t get into to much trouble; though it doesn’t seem I kept that from happening… I watched you all, you did good brother.” 

His stomach dropped. He knows, he knows what he did, why wasn’t he angry.

“I saved him… why aren’t you angry?” 

“Because you were right. You felt the good in him, you saved him, and then let him pick his path. You saved him, all of them, preserved life; thats the way of eywa. By saving him, you brought them all together… and evne if you didn’t, even if he didn’t change, he was your dad spi, he did better then our- my dad… you had every right to want to save him. I can’t judge you for that.” 

This felt wrong, something wasn’t right, there was no way this was going to be this easy. 

“I… I don’t understand.” 

“You will, it takes time.”

“Time?” 

“Eywa will show you what you need to know to find peace, sometimes you need to see what happens first. You were bound to kiri for a reason, you were bound to tonowari and ronal for a reaosn, you were bound to the recoms for a reason. She will show you, it just takes time.” 

Neteyam was holding him by the shoulders now, pulling him into a hug once more. Spider thinks he was crying. “You don’t understand yet, but I am so proud of you spider.”

That’s when spider cracked, he couldn’t do it anymore, he couldn’t stay strong. He crumbled in his brother’s arms, letting him hol all his pieces together. He falls apart into the sand, as his brother moves away from him.

“I have to go now, so do you,” his brother says distantly, spider only catching a glimpse of him before he disappears. 

Before he can even call out for him, he hears another voice, one much more ethereal, layered and consisting of many tones; “you have places to be, my child.”

“What?” he searches the beach for a source, but comes up with nothing. “Who are you?”

“You know who I am,” the voice shifts, sounding almost like his mother

“Mother?” 

“The Mother of mothers I suppose,” the voice was closer to what it had been before, though it kept its feminine pitch

“Eywa.” his voice was more a whisper then anything else, unsure of what should have been obvious. 

“Yes, my child,” a woman appeared, emerging from the forest that surrounded the beach, she looked like his mother, which made some sense. She could look like anything, different to each person, so of course she would take the form of the woman he loved and trusted the most in his life. 

“Where am I going?”

“You ask too many questions, always have,” she smiled, an airiness to her voice, almost like a laugh, “what do our people believe?” 

Oh. “Every person is born twice,” 

“That’s right little one,” the deity came closer, her ‘hand’ caressing his cheek.

He felt his heart begin to race, how that was possible considering he was dead, he didn’t know and didn’t care. He didn’t want to go, he wanted to stay with his family, with neteyam. He wanted to find the other’s, kiri’s mom, his mother’s spirit sisters, his ancestors; human, omatikaya, and metkayina alike. He’s so tired and just wants to stay here, just for a little.

“Don’t worry my child, you,” she points to his head, his mind, “will stay here, your soul,” she points to his chest, “will be reborn. You will rest, but your fire, courage, and loyalty will be given back to the world. You were born to be a great warrior, it is ingrained in you, and you fight for me and all of pandora with all of yourself and all of your strength. You will be sent back to finish what you began, to the end of the war. You will protect you’re family, and you will have my guidance to do so, that I promise.”

He was confused, unsure of how the whole ‘born twice’ thing worked logistically, but he knew better to argue with a mother, let alone The Mother. So he suppressed his weariness, his longing for his family, and accepting Eywa’s task. Little warrior, gift of Eywa. what were once terms of endearment now had meaning.

“Yes, Great Mother,”

“Your mother taught well, she is a good tsahik, her and your father, even the lost spirits that make up your dad, you call him and your mom,” hearing the Na’vi goddess use english words was so unnerving, and he found himself grinning a little harder then he should, and she grinned back in response, “they prepared you well, very well.”

“They did, I am forever greatful for them”

“Of course you are, you are a grateful child, your heart is larger then most, its what a great warrior, the respect you have for the enemy, even when you feel such immense hatred. It is what lead you to save him, what lead your siblings to him, what turned the tides of this battle. It is what made you protect the Toruk Makto, despite the battle he put you through so young. It is you’re heart that will live on…are you ready?” her words were so motherly, it sounded like a story he would hear from his mother, except it was no story, not yet, it was his life. 

“I think,” he was honest with her, he had no idea what was going to happen, and therefore could not honestly tell her if he was afraid or not.

“When your soul is sent back to your family, finding a place to be reborn where it is needed most, you will join your ancestors; you will watch with them, both your living family and your ancestors, you will learn to be a guide as they are and when your soul has returned to you, living its second life, you will be a guide as well. Do you understand my child?” she explained with care.

So that’s what his brother meant, he will see in time, learn what he most learn, be show what he must be shown. He would watch the remainder of his family’s lives, watch the war, watch the effects of his actions play out. He would watch his soul live on, finishing what he began. He would learn from his ancestors, everything he needed to know. Maybe he would learn from his Mother as well, he couldn’t assume this was the last he would be seeing of her. He felt ease wash over him, his Mother embracing him fully now. 

“You will be reborn to her, that I promise. Good luck little warrior.”

And with that the figure disappeared, he felt something leave him, more then just Eywa’s presence, and suddenly he was alone, still on the secluded beach. He had a feeling he had a lot to figure out, and that the tulkun calls in the distance were the calls of his first teacher, Roa.  

~~~

So a few things. The only people I’m sorry for right now are fictional. chest wounds under the right circumstances can be slow inevitable death sentences; I milked that for every ounce of angst I could (his death took at least 10-15 minutes of agony just for a little perspective for him and his family; they couldn’t do anything so they just had to watch him fade). Finally, the only explanation for why the siblings don’t go hog wild immediately (this explanation is for all of 3 people, you know who you are/pos) is because their civility is directly linked to spider. If they don’t stay calm, there will be no stopping them, and they didn’t want spider to see that; basically, the only way they stopped themselves from going ballistic, was to go numb, practically comatose, which will fuel their anger later.

I kept the dialogue limited to put the reader in spider perspective, he’s so out of it he can really only hear what's being said when he’s putting effort into it. Just because the dialogue isn’t mentioned doesn’t mean its happening, which is my nice way of saying; he’s being talked to the whole time, he just isn’t “hearing” it. This is the same for character focus, he’s only really able to pay attention to the activity around him, so characters are only really mentioned when they are actively interacting with him/are the main point of his focus. angst via writing style is my favorite flavor of angst I toiled with the ending of this for like 3 days, I don't love it love it, but I'm content with it. I have complicated feelings for how the spirit world works in canon (as far as we know) and how I want it to work, so we're just gonna take the mess that I created and enjoy it. also eywa is based on my interpretation of our world's 'true mother' who takes many forms and names in different mythologies; think, fun mom, who's crunchy in the cool fun way. like will drive her kid to the ER at 2 in the morning for running a fever, but will also slather them in essential oils the entire way there. is the cool mom that everyone loves and always wants to hang out with. like I didn't want her to seem overly untouchable, so I made her have a mild sense of humor. so enjoy that

[spaceskeleman]

“If I betray you, I betray myself.”

Achilles takes Patrolcus's hand, kissing his fingers in reverence.

“If I betray him-” His godhood his mother had spoken of; his pride Agamemnon had made a show of taking from him on the dias; all he had been promised, “-I betray my prophecy. My prophecy is very dear to me.”

“Dearer than I?”

The words hang in the air above Patroclus's body wrapped in cloth stained with his blood.

“No.” Achilles sobs.

He kills Hector without further conviction. Once he is dead, Achilles is free to be shot down as well.

What is he without his Patroclus? His heart and mind? His Philtatos.

He never should have come here; he should have never dragged Patroclus with him. They could be happy. Alive.

“No, not dearer than you.” Achilles swears to him when they are finally reunited in death.

[lgalacticjayl]

Achilles and Patroclus Knitted Tapestry

360 rows of 120 stitching, done in around 120 hours based on the death of Patrolcus if Achilles was there in his death

[feelssogoodinmyarms]

So i saw God’s show, Spring Awakening, and it was the best version I’ve seen live and I cried seven times. Here are my thoughts :)

The set was really cool, it had this tree with christmas lights upstage on the wall. 

wendla came on wearing sheet and wore same sheet later when she entered the hayloft scene

her fairy queen dress was so cute!!!

love all the costumes were fucking awesome

wendla had a maturity that I’ve never seen her played with

the adults were all played by different actors, some of which were teen ensemble in the other scenes

mama reprise was BANGIN

so stompy and angry i knew we were going to have a good time

melchior was played the most sympathetic ive seen

even though he was intellectually smart, emotionally he was in the same place as everyone else and it worked

moritz was deaf and had an actor playing his voice!!

fun fact, i took an acting class where i did a scene with the actor who played moritz’s voice

I had to seduce them in the scene and it was over zoom it was a nightmare

they had moritz’s voice say litota multum lines 

idk why they didn’t do what dwsa did for that scene

they didnt pull out mics to sing which i liked

melchior ran stage right all the sudden during all that’s known and i was like go white boy go!!!

bol was awesome but could have been like 2x explosive

an ensemble guy sang “it’s like just kiss some ass man”??

hanschen’s so extra he fuckin put his foot up on a chair to talk to ernst to say the achillies and patrolcus line

every time frauline knuppledick and herr knockenbruch exited they did this synchronized step turn to leave and it was weirdly funny

the girls laid on their stomachs and kicked their legs during my junk chorus!!!

hanschen masturbated facing away from audience

he was so dramatic and hilarious it was a good time

they gave otto’s my junk solo and thea’s second my junk solo to ensemble girls, one of which was my friend and she killed it

it was a good choice

ernst signed part of his touch me solo

melchior and voice of moritz touched moritz during ernst’s solo it was very beautiful and gay

melchior finger spelled genitalia for moritz

my friend in teen ensemble’s character had a gf in teen ensemble and they were very gay during touch me

wendla was really gay with an ensemble girl during touch me

and there was cool choreography!! bol, my junk, touch me, even mirror blue night and guilty ones had awesome choreography without being too distracting 

obc eat your heart out

melchior was just as confused as wendla in woyb

she had this great balance of being curious and then hesitating with him 

she was also very matter-of-fact about having to be home by five it was cute

wendla and melchior didn’t touch each others hands but like put them up close to each other and moved them 

martha👀👀👀

she was angry and recognizes that she’s being abused and i loved it

she nodded after anna’s line

i’ve never seen martha played like that and it was refreshing

they signed beauty during tdikw

for ilse’s verse, martha was sitting behind her on the bed and ilse layed back on her and two ensemble girls put a sheet over her lap

they had a set peice that martha and ilse knelt on for part of tdikw and the girls spun it like in dwsa

they wrapped sheets kind pf restraint-like around martha and ilse toward the end of it

martha and ilse held hands and sang last part of tdikw to each other

all the boys except hanschen hugged moritz at the end of the i passed scene!!!

moritz’s dad signed “what” “failed” and “thank god my father never lived to see this day” to moritz and it BROKE ME

moritz screamed after he left and my heart shattered

the guys were bopping in a rock way with moritz at the end of attwn

shout out to whoever’s android ringtone went off when moritz pulled the gun out

melchior was crying at the beginning of the hayloft scene

i thought wow this is a young boy who doesn’t understand what he’s feeling

the actor really got it

wendla was trying to cheer him up with her line about running through the rain

and he took it as an invitation!!!! bitch!!!

wendla was confused and hesitant during i believe, it was clear that she didn’t understand what was happening

they held up a sheet in front of wendla and melchior while the father was speaking during guilty ones but i could still see them bro

wendla had no idea what had just happened and it was heartbreaking

melchior looked regretful but he still pulled her in and kissed her at the end of the song

she didn’t really kiss back

ilse signed some of her dialogue and part of blue wind to moritz

she was the only person who signed to him👀

she was wearing the big white shirt but just for dds 

in the next scene at the funeral she was back in her dress from earlier in the show

when moritz signed laundry line he mimed hanging himself from it

moritz yelled for ilse after she left like in dwsa and it was heartbreaking

so was ilse’s line about lying on some trash heap

her voice was incredible

moritz’s voice walked off and moritz looked for him before killing himself😭

left behind BROKE ME

frau gabor and frau bergmann entered with their respective children

martha cut herr stiefel this look when she dropped her flower on the casket 

she looked angry the whole number

my friend came in with her gf and they sat at the front of the stage and held each other

MORITZ’S VOICE WAS AT THE FUNERAL

they glared at herr stiefel and slammed their flower down😭

herr stiefel collapsed onto the casket i died

martha’s mascara was running😭

totally fucked was LIT

melchior had awesome energy

they did that weird choreo jonathan groff did in obc but it worked

melchior yelled YEEEEEES it was so funny

vineyard scene WAS THE BEST IVE SEEN IRL

it was a funny scene because hanschen was so extra, not because two boys were making out

you could see he really cared about ernst

ernst was so horny u could tell he was waiting for hanschen to make a move

they didn’t actually kiss, they did the hand over the mouth thing

both of them went in for that second kiss it was adorable

“and so you should” was not manipulative or creepy at all

hanschen and ernst did some of wendla and melchior’s choreo from woyb AND THEY INTERLACED THEIR FINGERS INSTEAD OF NOT TOUCHING

the end of the song was about them and it wasn’t just ilse delivering the letter

h and e hugged and ran off stage holding hands😭

you could see a shift when wendla realized what she did that got her pregnant and it broke my heart

she had the sheet from earlier wrapped around her during whispering and gathered it up and held it in front of her stomach at the very end of the song

i still find the reformatory scene weird and unnecessary

again, the actor who played melchior really understood the character and the show as a whole

he gave himself a minute to realize what he’d done when he saw wendla’s grave before breaking down

this director really got this show

wendla and moritz were physically restraining melchior from cutting himself in part of those youve known

he would not let go of their hands it was heartbreaking

ilse signed and sang the beginning of purple summer

then moritz showed up and signed with her while they looked at each other and they hugged at the end of the verse😭

ernst (who i’m kind of friends with) and vo moritz and were crying at this point and i was also crying but that made me cry harder

i talked to the actor who played moritz in my very broken asl after the show

it was cringe but he seemed to appreciate it (i said “wow!! you wow!! my name r-h-i-a-n-n-o-n. my asl bad. you wow!!”😭)

great show i cried 7 times and am crushing on like 4 different cast members

[horsesarecreatures]

Book Review - The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

This was a pretty good fantasy/romance novel. As one can probably guess, it is an adaption of the Iliad. It is narrated by Patroclus, the companion of Achilles. In this book they are the same age, while in most other accounts Patroclus was older. 

Patrolcus is born a prince, but is exiled by his father when he accidentally kills the son of a noble man. Achilles’ father, King Peleus, takes in lots of exiled nobles, including him. Patroclus is an antisocial recluse who stops going to lessons and is about to be severely punished for it, but Achilles covers for him by claiming he wants Patroclus to be his companion. Patroclus starts accompanying him everywhere and they become inseparable. Thetis, Achilles’ sea-nymph mother, is enraged because she thinks Patroclus is way beneath her son. She sends Achilles to study with the centaur Chiron to separate them, but Patroclus follows him and Chiron, much less of a human-hater than Thetis, allows him to join.

With Chiron, Achilles practices music and Patroclus learns medicine. They spend two years with him. Patroclus later refers himself as “Chironides,” or son of Chiron. During their training with Chiron, King Agamemnon call the Greeks to fight against the Trojans because Paris has “kidnapped” his brother’s wife Helen. 

Thetis takes Achilles and hides him on an island to prevent him from joining the war. Patroclus manages to track him down. Neither of them really want to fight, but when he learns of a prophecy that he will either fight, live a short life, and die a hero, or not fight, but lose all his gifts and die an old, weakened man, Achilles choses to fight, so Patroclus joins him.

As the war wages on 10 years, Achilles loses a lot of his innocence and sense of honor. Everyone grows angry at him because of his hubris, and without Patrolcus forcing him to do the right thing, this would have tarnished his legacy. Patroclus is in many ways the true hero of this book.

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This book is 300+ pages, but it’s not dense and is a fun quick read. You don’t have to have read the Iliad beforehand to understand it, as all of the characters are given a brief background. I thought the relationship between Patroclus and Briseis was interesting here, as she actually loved him but grew to hate Achilles. 

[jacqcrisis]

Hello! Sorry, yet another person here to absolutely fawn over your fallout au, which I finally just finished. I've really enjoyed reading through all of the tumblr posts all morning, I had a thousand qs I'd ask about the characters and story if I could but just… WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT PAT AND ACHILLES. How do they find out. Is Hermes just like "yup, guess we should go back to see Achilles" one day and Patroclus is like "Hold up what the fuck did you just say"?

Anyway I appreciate this story ended a while ago and you're probably out of charmes inspiration these days so don't worry if you have nothing to say, I am going to go and stare into space and think about Charon and Hermes smooching instead of doing my day job thanks

A) thank you so much for all your kind words, including your comments. I'm just very bad at responding to those but I am grateful and extremely happy you enjoyed my stuff!

And b) while I am burned out of Hades content, you did unfortunately activate my trap card that is talking about sad old ghouls and centuries long pining. So I'm using this as an excuse to detail how Achilles and Patroclus finally meet each other once again.

So, after everything in fallout au, Zagreus starts what I like to call the White Boy Soul Search™. He runs away from Asphodel and his father several times in order to try and find out more about himself and who made him (Persephone) all while the dynamic duo of Theseus and Asterius are tasked with bringing him back (which they succeed several times cause, listen, Zag did beat the mutant in a 1v1 but they are still an ex-Brotherhood Paladin and an ex-Unity Nightkin tag-teaming dragging an android man back to daddy).

On these travels, Zag meets up with Hermes quite often, as Hermes is secretly checking up on him under the guise of 'haha wow we crossed travels again, cuz! Crazy, amiright haha'. At one point early on, Zag laments how his power supply seems to run out so quick and he just can’t understand why but if he could fix that, then he could continue his investigation longer while leaving the guards tailing him in the dust. Hermes, upon hearing this, is all too eager to drag him off to go see the friendly neighborhood android doctor, Pat, who welcomes them in with less than enthusiastic arms. 

Now, Zag has, in the past, read most if not all of Achilles' journals he keeps around in his private rooms, and is well versed in his personal history and his long lost love he still dreams of and sees false images of in the crowds at the arena. So when Patrolcus introduces himself with that long dead lover's name, while also being a ghoul, Zag starts to get curious. While Hermes is off getting bullied by goats and a rooster, Zag starts asking questions as Pat is looking him over: what'd you do before the war, where were you stationed, what have you been doing since, anyone you miss from that time?

Pat is dodging all of these as he has always done, but just as he's wondering if he should force a sleep cycle on this new synth, Zag just comes out and asks if he knew anyone named Achilles. That's a name Pat hasn't heard in decades, one even he doesn't dare to speak aloud and, as you would expect, he drops whatever he's holding. He assumes he misheard, but when Zagreus clarifies that he knows a ghoul named Achilles who writes often of a Patroclus he knew before the bombs dropped, Pat forcibly enters him into sleep mode.

When Zag awakens, his power supply problem has been fixed and, in payment, Patrolcus demands he leave and never speak about this 'person' again as it is impossible his Achilles survived the bombs, suffered from ghoulification, and lived for as long as Pat has. By his words, it is cruel to string a old man along like that with the hope such a person could be alive only to dash it once its revealed he's speaking of the wrong person. Zag tries to argue but Pat is adamant and sends him and Hermes on their way, considering the topic null and void.

So Zag goes back to town, heads directly to Achilles, and tells him about Patroclus, expecting at least one of them to be happy to hear about the other. Achilles indeed is, in disbelief and elated beyond measure Patroclus is alive but that happiness fades. There’s a sadness to him as Zag describes Pat’s condition and reaction and, when he suggests Achilles go and see him, Achilles refuses, stating it's for the best he stays away.

It takes a while for either of them to budge. Achilles is wracked with guilt over having abandoned Pat during what could have been their final moments, and the idea of seeing him again, and seeing what would be justified anger and hatred at his actions, would be too much to bear. Patroclus, on the other hand, refuses to believe this Achilles is the one he knew, that upon seeing this person, that being faced with one final confirmation that his Achilles is dead, it’ll become all too real for his steadily declining grip on reality. They’ve both spent nearly two centuries mourning someone and neither wants to have that festered, scar reopened, to go through it all again.

Eventually, Zagreus appeals to a sense of catharsis in Achilles, that perhaps apologizing, even if it's to a closed door, will bring him some peace. So he agrees to go without Zagreus as this is something he needs to do alone, and after a boat ride and a long lonely walk with his thoughts, practicing an apology over and over again, he finds himself at the quaint isolated farm. At the sight of a man across the fields tending to his crops and his animals, Achilles nearly turns right back around, centuries of guilt and grief and hope hitting him like a freight train.

He doesn’t get to as some of the goats spot him, bleating and tottering over to the frozen ghoul in their curiosity, alerting their master to the visitor’s presence. Patroclus moves closer, not recognizing the person standing among the tall grass, about halfway to his homestead from the fence, with his hand on the pistol at his hip. He calls out as he continues to step closer, tells the ghoul he doesn’t take in wanderers and the stranger will need to move on now if he wants to avoid the deathclaw’s sunset hunting hours.

They've both changed physically, recognizable features sloughed away as their skin and soft cartilage dried and fell off throughout the years but one thing that hasn’t is the way Achilles says Patroclus’ name, choked in disbelief and a reverence that carries unaltered by the breeze. It’s Patroclus who stops in his slow approach, hand falling from the pistol and the breath knocked out of him. Achilles takes a cautious step forward, saying something but Patroclus doesn’t hear it, falling to his knees as he begins laughing.

He’s certain he’s finally lost it, that the radiation burning away at his brain has finally done its job, that this is some hallucination, and as Achilles comes to his side, touches him cautiously, his laughter turns to weeping. He falls into Achilles’ embrace, assured by the physicality of it that this is real. That’s he’s real, that he’s alive, oh God, he’s alive and has been just a few days' travel away for years...

It’s happiness. It’s guilt. It’s mourning once again, but this time not someone lost, instead years, decades, centuries wasted alone when it could have been together.

But, as a similarly crying Achilles promises, that doesn’t matter. There’s explaining to be done, apologizing to be had but they’re together now. They have time now and he’s not going anywhere this time if Patroclus doesn’t want him to.

[lookieheremanimtiredsoshutup]

SO I EDITED WKIPEDIA CAUSE I DID

IT WAS IN PATROLCUS

i added this part

this is fine right

I AM GOD

[dreamersinthedaylightinspo]

Like 75 percent of Pyrrha's character concept started as "what if Achilles was Patrolcus"

[ao3feed-hadesgame]

Sand of Time

by Be_More_Chill99

Patroclus, a small archeologist in the 1900s stumbles across a notebook in modern-day Greece and soon finds out it belonged to achilles in the past times. As the investigation into the notebook drags on, Patroclus slowly grows more and more in love with the man they can talk to through the book.

Words: 2417, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Iliad - Homer, The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller, Hades (Video Game 2018), Ancient Greek Religion & Lore

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Other

Characters: Achilles, patrolcus, Helen of Troy, Agamemnon, klytemnestra, Diomedes

Relationships: Achilles/Patroclus

Additional Tags: I really like Greek mythos, i suck at updating stories but we’re gonna try!, achilles my beloved, achilles is a himbo, archeology, Patroclus is super smart, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Patroclus-centric, No Proofreading We Die Like Men

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/42436014

[aandruetan]

Varia : The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller

Oorspronkelijk taal : Engels

Gelezen in Engels

384 pagina's

Herschreven verhaal over de mythe van Achilles en Patroclus, en het verkent hun relatie en de gebeurtenissen rond de Trojaanse Oorlog op een diepgaande en meeslepende manier

Samenvatting (vertaald uit Sparknotes)

Patroclus, een jonge Griekse prins, groeit op met een vader die teleurgesteld is in Patroclus' middelmatigheid. Als Patroklos negen jaar oud is, neemt zijn vader hem mee naar Sparta, waar Patroclus zich opwerpt als huwelijkskandidaat voor Helena. Helena kiest uit de huwelijkskandidaten haar man, Menelaus, en de rest van de mannen zweert dat ze haar keuze zullen verdedigen.

Nadat Patroclus per ongeluk een jongen van adellijke afkomst heeft gedood, verbant Patroclus' vader hem naar Phthia waar hij bevriend raakt met Achilles, de zoon van koning Peleus. In het begin verzet Patroclus zich tegen vriendschap met Achilles, maar uiteindelijk ontwikkelen de twee een band. Patroclus wordt Achilles' wapenbroeder die hem door bloed en liefde is toegezegd. Patroclus volgt Achilles naar de berg Pelion waar ze worden getraind door de centaur Chiron. Achilles' moeder, de zeenimf Thetis, heeft een hekel aan de relatie tussen Achilles en Patroclus en vindt het vreselijk dat Patroclus Achilles is gevolgd naar de Pelionberg. Op een nacht, als ze alleen zijn, bedrijven Patroclus en Achilles de liefde.

Patroclus en Achilles worden uiteindelijk teruggeroepen naar Phthia, waar ze te horen krijgen dat Paris van Troje Helena van Sparta heeft ontvoerd. Patroklos herinnert zich de belofte die hij als kind had afgelegd om Menelaus en Helena te verdedigen, en Patroclus maakt zich zorgen dat hij in de oorlog betrokken zal raken. Er is een profetie die zegt dat de oorlog tegen Troje de plek is waar Achilles zijn naam beroemd zal maken en goddelijk zal worden, maar hij zal ook sterven in de oorlog nadat de Trojaan Hector is gestorven. Aanvankelijk verzet Achilles zich tegen deelname aan de strijd en Thetis verbergt hem zelfs op het eiland Scyros bij koning Lycomedes. Op Scyros vermomt Achilles zich als meisje om de oorlog te ontlopen. De dochter van Lycomedes, Deidameia, ontdekt de vermomming van Achilles en trouwt stiekem met hem, waarbij ze een kind krijgt met de naam Pyrrhus. Wanneer Odysseus en Diomedes op Scyros aankomen en Achilles' ware identiteit onthullen, overtuigen ze hem om naar Troje te gaan. Patroklos volgt hem, omdat hij weet dat Achilles zijn ware liefde is en hij liever sterft dan gescheiden te worden.

Achilles en Patroclus sluiten zich aan bij de Grieken onder leiding van Agamemnon en trekken ten strijde tegen de Trojanen bij Troje. Achilles wint meerdere gevechten met gemak en bewijst daarmee zijn superieure krijgskracht. Wanneer de Grieken de Trojanen overvallen, eist Achilles een jong meisje genaamd Briseïs op uit de plunderingen, in een poging haar te redden van Agamemnons gewelddadige lusten. Patroclus en Briseïs worden al snel hechte vrienden.

Wanneer Agamemnon de goden beledigt door te weigeren de dochter van een priester terug te geven, zenden de goden een plaag uit over de Grieken. Achilles probeert de Grieken wijs te maken dat de reden van de plaag Agamemnons weigering is om het meisje terug te geven, maar Agamemnon reageert door Briseïs van Achilles af te pakken en hem te onteren ten overstaan van de rest van de mannen. Als gevolg hiervan weigert Achilles in Agamemnons gelederen te vechten, omdat hij zichzelf superieur acht. Als de Grieken vervolgens gevechten verliezen en er veel soldaten sterven, tooit Patroclus zich met Achilles' harnas en neemt zijn plaats in de oorlog in. Patroclus doodt een van de sterkste Trojaanse krijgers, maar wordt kort daarna gedood door Hector. Achilles, gek van verdriet, keert terug naar de oorlog na de dood van Patrolcus en doodt uiteindelijk Hector, waarbij hij het gevallen lijk van Hector rondparadeert. Koning Priam van Troje bezoekt Achilles op een nacht en smeekt hem het lichaam van Hector vrij te geven zodat hij een fatsoenlijke begrafenis kan houden. Achilles stemt toe.

Terwijl de oorlog voortduurt, doodt Achilles steeds meer opmerkelijke Trojanen. Uiteindelijk wordt hij gedood door Paris, de zoon van koning Priam die Helena had meegenomen, wanneer Paris Achilles neerschiet met een pijl. Daarna komt Achilles' zoon Pyrrhus in de oorlog. Pyrrhus verwerpt het idee om Achilles' as samen met die van Patroclus te begraven, maar Thetis regelt een gezamenlijke begrafenis. In het slot van de roman beschrijft Patroclus hoe hij naar zijn en Achilles' graf kijkt en hoe hij zich met Achilles herenigt in de onderwereld.

Mijn mening

7/10

[aregrettablechoiceofwords]

Ok but imagine being half someone’s soul, as the poets say.