She didn't speak of him as if he was just another cutout from a book, from a story, he was who he was because of the actions he'd taken. Achilles looked at himself as strength defined, he held such high expectations for himself and those around him, weakness was not accepted. Perhaps overtime he started to look at attachments as a form of weakness. It was his love and compassion for his comrades and the women that were central to his story that made him lose everything. Yet, he had gained exactly what he'd sought after. Glory.
In this new time things had changed, but his ambitions were still the same. He had reason. He had purpose, and he was meant for greatness. What Erato spoke of could be just the confessions of a girl pandering to his ego to anyone else. To him her words hit somewhere deep. Deeper than he had expected. She called out to his heart with those promises, and how could he deny her when she spoke so earnestly, with such passion.
His eyes stayed on her, still studying as if to wait for her to cower, but she didn't. She stood firm in her thoughts, and he respected her for that. He may not have answered her yet, but there was something in the he parted his lips ever so slightly as to speak, that contortion of his brows, and the greener flash of his eyes. She'd pulled a string.
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Date: 2011-07-26 07:50 am (UTC)In this new time things had changed, but his ambitions were still the same. He had reason. He had purpose, and he was meant for greatness. What Erato spoke of could be just the confessions of a girl pandering to his ego to anyone else. To him her words hit somewhere deep. Deeper than he had expected. She called out to his heart with those promises, and how could he deny her when she spoke so earnestly, with such passion.
His eyes stayed on her, still studying as if to wait for her to cower, but she didn't. She stood firm in her thoughts, and he respected her for that. He may not have answered her yet, but there was something in the he parted his lips ever so slightly as to speak, that contortion of his brows, and the greener flash of his eyes. She'd pulled a string.