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โ โง Son of Thetis, swiftest of all
โ โง Rage given form, glory torn from grief
โ โง Honored by war | Hated by time
โณ #EpicRp#GreekMythRp#TSOARp โ
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โ โ "It would only remind me of you if you ever left my mind. Which you rarely do, Philtatos."
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โ โ Smile widens, raising the pendant to his lips. A delicate kiss โ then handing it back to Patroclus before turning his back. Golden hair is swept aside, a glance
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โ โ Sea-glass eyes widened. Hands cupped under the pendant, taking it gingerly into his grasp. A soft exhale โ delight clear.
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โ โ "It's amazing, Patroclus. Where ever did you get such a thing?"โ
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โ โ Attention is shifted immediately โ focused entirely on Patroclus the moment his name is spoken from those lips. A similar smile is given. Interest piqued.
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โ โ "Of course I would. What do you have?"โ
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โ โ Let it be known that I am still alive and nothing can erase me from your memories.
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โ โ I will live on whether you like it or not.
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โI know that you're tired of the war and bloodshed...
Tell me, is this how we're supposed to live?...โ
โ Polites, crewman of Odysseus
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โค Loyal to the crew
โค RP Themes: Found family โข War trauma โข Hope in the dark
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โ โ Interest caught. Turning to the man with a curious tilt of his head.
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โ โ "Ithaca, you say. Then you must know wily Odysseus. The king of your land."โ
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โ โ โ Before answering, he greeted the hero in front of him.
โ โ โ โ Achilles, divine lineage. I'm Antinous of Ithaca, son of Eupeithes.
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"You are kinda different from what I expected"
She actually believed him but some part of her brain was still having trouble with that information so that was all she could come up with.
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โ โ Cool gaze slides to the man. Eyebrow quirking โ intrigued.
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โ โ "You have power about you. What is your name."โ
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โ โ Achilles watched. Amusement shining in keen eyes as she assessed him โ yet still failed to come to that painfully obvious realisation.
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โ โ "I am Achilles. I am your father."โ
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A very confused Xanthe looked at the other man, blinking once, twice, three times, just now paying attention to how similar both of them looked, still, she didn't want to jump into conclusions so she tilted her head as if telling him to elaborate.
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โ โ Of course. He should've figured as much โ Not many had the same golden threads of hair as he.
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โ โ "Surprising. Considering you are the spitting image of me."โ
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"Some man named Achilles, can't remember him much"
And she truly seemed to not remember her father much, as the realization of who she was talking to still seemed to escape her even though she was almost a spitting image of her father, with only some of her mother in her.
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โ โ The pieces fell in place and Achilles groaned. Dragging a hand down his face โ as if suddenly exhausted.
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โ โ "And your father?"โ
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โ โ Arms cross. Stance imposing as he stares down into a mirror of his gaze. An eyebrow twitches โ suspicions rising.
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โ โ "Skyros, you say. Who is your mother?"โ
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Looks up at him, untrusting sea glass eyes staring into the same-colored eyes, she wonders why he looks kinda familiar.
"My name is Xanthe, from Skyros, who are you? I feel like I've seen you somewhere."