[identity profile] roseredheart.insanejournal.com posting in [community profile] metem_logs
Characters: Erato, Achilles
Date/Time: Evening of Saturday, December 17th
Location: Erato's home
Rating: TBD
Warnings: Much cuteness, emotions running high.
Summary: After so long, the Muse is about to see her hero again...

It was a quiet December night. Erato's parents had gone out to a holiday party, but the little Muse had stayed home. She'd found a book to read, and was sitting next to a merrily crackling fire with a cup of cocoa, her cat Delilah purring contentedly at her side.

It was nice, but admittedly a little lonely. Erato glanced at the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. Not real mistletoe, but the sentiment was there all the same. She missed Achilles. How could things have gone so wrong from something she couldn't even remember? But, it wasn't the first time in his history he'd insisted on sitting things out for a while until he dealt with them. It probably wouldn't be the last. Still, it had only been two weeks in the Greek camp. With her, it had been more than two months. Wouldn't he ever come around?

Date: 2012-01-01 07:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] akhilles-heel.insanejournal.com
It wasn't a matter of if he could stop it, it was a matter that he should have stopped it. This drew him back to the past, a time where women were nothing but mere slaves to those of war. Erato was different, she deserved better than that. To know what she'd been through it put a sore spot in his heart.

He stepped inside without saying another word, releasing her from his hold.

Date: 2012-01-03 08:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] akhilles-heel.insanejournal.com
"You deserve more than that. An apology I wasn't able to give you." His eyes fell from her gaze, taking a seat beside her. He was doing as well as he could to keep his heart unblocked from hurt but it was there. His guard was up, but he should have guarded her from himself.

"For that I am sorry."

Date: 2012-01-07 11:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] akhilles-heel.insanejournal.com
She seemed so innocent now compared to the ordeals she'd been through. "You might not remember what's been done to you, but I do," he whispered, chin resting atop her head as he lay an ARM over her shoulders.

Date: 2012-01-10 08:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] akhilles-heel.insanejournal.com
Achilles refused to give her an answer right away, his fingers delicately playing within her hair. He swallowed, not able to hear those tears in her voice without feeling guilty. "What is it you want?"

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