heelies: (( of the glinting helmet ))
Achilles, son of Peleus ([personal profile] heelies) wrote in [personal profile] grunehexe 2017-07-17 07:44 pm (UTC)

[Such was the path he chose: he would meet death with his head held high and the golden crest of his helmet glittering in the last rays of sunlight he would see. Yet she did not choose the path at the end of which she would lose him. This he has lived before, the leaving behind of loved ones to chase his destiny. It was a heavy choice then, however eager he was to don the mantle of glory, and it is a heavy choice now, however much he yearns to reunite with his dear companion.

As she pours and serves, he speaks.]


My dear Sieglinde, it is no easy task to walk away from one's kin. It was more than ten years ago that I last saw Peleus from whose noble seed I sprung, and each day I remember that never again shall I lay eyes upon my father's aged face my heart grows heavy. He is one of a thousand fathers of Hellas who shall never welcome home his son.

[He reaches then for her hand, interrupting her in her task.]

But no man is remembered for doing that which is easy.

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