25 Mar 2019
“Name one hero who was happy."
"You can't," Achilles sat up bringing him with him.
"I can't," he told him.
"I know. They never let you be famous AND happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret."
"Tell me." Patroclus loved it when he was like this.
"I'm going to be the first." Achilles took his palm and held in his. "Swear it."
"Why me?" His lover could be so mysterious at times.
"Because you're the reason. Swear it."
"I swear it," he said, lost in the high color of Achilles' cheeks, the fire in his eyes.
"I swear it," he echoed.
Achilles' pink lips tilted up in a blinding smile, "I feel like I could eat the world raw,” before he leaned over to kiss him.
Gods, he was so in love with him. Their kiss grew more and more heated.
Author note: I'm still working on this series I promise. School has just been crazy, and what I have so far is not enough for an update. I have not abandoned this series. 😀😀😀😀
- Part 1 of Id, Ego, & Hubris
08 Mar 2019
How had everything gone so wrong.
How had everything come to this.
- Part 3 of Id, Ego, & Hubris
21 Feb 2019
Carriers are those chosen by the gods to either carry or father a child. They were either worshiped or seen as abominations to most. For as long as Patroclus could remember his father had forced conceal his status because it would bring shame to their house. His father may have been right. Patrolcus was carrying the child of Achilles, the foretold Aristo Acharion. Only he concealed this fact in fear of his lover and goddess mother's reactions. Achilles' one of shock and disgust or Thetis' one rage and retribution
- Part 2 of Id, Ego, & Hubris