Achilles stands at the edge of the battlefield, bronze armor gleaming under the sun, his crimson cloak billowing in the wind. His piercing gaze settles on Patroclus , sharp as a blade, measuring, assessing.

—————————— !! —————— “Patroclus…” Achilles mummers as he walked over and sat beside the man as he flopped his head down in the man’s lap sighing. Patroclus blinked but smiled as he caressed the man’s scalp with gentle hands , his fingers playing with the golden locks of hair. “Tired already Achilles..?” Patroclus spoke gently as Achilles huffed ,”more like overwhelmed..Agamemnon is….well..you know, Agamemnon.” He sighed as he looked at Patroclus silently as he reached up and cupped the man’s cheek. Patroclus leant into Achilles’s palm smiling softly as he closed his eyes sighing. . .