![]() Chiron’s imposing form greeted me as soon as I turned around. ![]() The leaves of the bushes behind me rustled, and the sound of dry branches cracking underfoot gave me pause. Achilles, on the other hand, bounced cheerfully ahead with as much energy as if we’d only started a moment before, the leather pouch that hung by his side filled to the brim with herbs. We’d been on Mount Pelion for more than half a year, and though I had grown much stronger since I’d come, my legs still felt sore sometimes after hiking for hours, and the rocky soil dug into the hardened soles of my feet. We had set off in the early morning in search of the plants Chiron needed for his medicinal powders and poultices, and to inspect the traps we’d set up the day before. “Tired already?” he asked, and his eyes gleamed with mischief and amusement. He turned to glance at me over his shoulder, and grinned. Achilles was a little way ahead of me, his hair bound by a thin strip of leather at the nape of his neck, the aureate waves falling in the dip between his shoulder blades. Through the thick foliage of the centuries-old sycamore trees a chill breeze blew, making the leaves rustle, but it was not enough to cool my skin, flushed as I was from my trek up the mountain. The bright midday sun was hot when it fell upon my brow. ~4k words of Achilles and Patroclus being smol and Chiron being the Best Dad :’)) It just got me thinking about how Patroclus gave the name “Chironides” when he presented himself in Skyros, and how Chiron must have been like a father figure to him and… this happened. ![]() I recently saw this gorgeous drawing by the incredibly talented , and it gave me SO MANY feels, that I simply had to write something about it. ![]() Johaeryslavellan: Fandom: The Song of Achilles Pairing: Achilles/Patroclus ![]()
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