an air of peace hung around the two boys as they rested against the roots of an old tree, hidden from unwanted eyes or unsolicited judgment. that majestic tree allowed a few hours of peace for the two friends, giving them the opportunity to talk as they wanted and felt from their hearts. Achilles kept his eyes closed, breathing deeply through his nose as his hand held Patroclus', gently caressing the boy's fingers as the two rested in this sense of peace.

one eye opened to steal a glance at Patroclus, admiring the view of his face and then speaking with a smile on his lips

"Remember what i told you about how heroes can have only either fame or happiness?" he starts the conversation,staring in the eyes of the boy near him

"It was false becouse I'm going to be the first." a small,playful grin appears onto his face as he takes his friend's hand and brings it to his lips, leaving a gentle peck onto his knuckles "Promise me."