π’he was so powerful, not because she wasn't scared but because she went on so strongly despite the πΝπΝπΝπ. β ( PARODY / +ππ RP )
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Λ Λ Λ π’ING, OH MUSE, OF πππππππ. πAPTIVE OF πORROW. ΛΛ Λ β βΊ
γ πn the heart of the battlefield, I am both a π―Νπ’ΝπΝπΝπ’Νπ¦ & a π°Νπ’ΝπΝπ§ΝπΝπ¬Νπ¬. My body bound by chains, my heart free in its sorrow. γ
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π’he was like a windflower trembling on its slender stem, so fragile you feel it canβt possibly survive the blasts that shake it, though it survives them πΝπΝπ.
"You alone would not let me weep, and you used to say that you would make me the lawful wife of Achilles, and bring me to Phthia to celebrate the wedding among the Myrmidons who dwell there; for this kindness of yours I weep for you so bitterly."
- Iliad, Book 19 (T), lines 295-300
Later, Quintus of Smyrna recounts that Briseis was so loyal and loved Achilles so deeply that she honored his funerary tomb, cut off her hair, and died upon his grave.
- Posthomerica, 3.552-573, 687
"And the greatest wars were fought over women. The Trojan War for Helen, the Plague for Chryseis, and the Wrath of Achilles for Briseis."
- Athenaeus, Deipnosophistae 13.10.4
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Her soul recognises him before he arrives, her heart knows him before her eyes do. Like a flower seeking the sun, she turns towards his way instinctively and she finds herself ππππππππππππ his every step.
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Yes, he never told her about his nightmares but she could feel him. He moved like he was fighting shadows in his sleep. A lot of times, heβd also leave the bed. She wasnβt blind nor ignorant. Then, she sees him. He wears his strength like an armour, sometimes even when β
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The sound of Briseis' voice made Achilles' head turn. He stared at her over his damp shoulder. 'Them?' β¦ did she mean the nightmares? A frown spread across his face. How did she know about them? He had never shared any of his nightmares with her, or with anyone. --
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β intertwined, yours and Hectorβs. . . let us intertwine ours instead. Let us defy everything and choose us. β
She implored him, her tears falling in a rush she could not contain. And beneath the waves, whether Thetis watched or wept, Briseis held him as if fate β
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