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https://t.co/sE9KtxFW8D〝 No man will hurl me down to 𝕯𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 against my fate. &̲&̲ 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 ? No one alive has ever escaped it ,neither brave man nor coward. 〞
⠀𓆪 ⠀TROY’S⠀GREATEST【⠀𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑.⠀】
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𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈. ⠀〝 now 𝗺𝘆 𝗱͟𝗼͟𝗼͟𝗺͟ is upon me. let me not then die ingloriously without a struggle ,but in the working of some * 𝖌𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝖉𝐞𝐞𝐝 to be told among men hereafter. 〞
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Irritable as Hektor may be at the moment ,he can’t bring himself to reject the god.
Dionysus’s attempted flirtation invokes a pleasant feeling ; amusement && fondness tiredly expressed by the light smile that finds his visage.
⠀ ⠀⠀〝 Charming as ever ,I see. 〞
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⠀⠀No. Drink when your hands are dirtied with blood, with nothing but the thought if freedom for your family.
I am a God of many aspects, Hektor. Blood shall honor another half.
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𝖔𝖔𝖈. i wanna hug him and comfort him so badly. FUCK lycurgus he put dionysus through too much. 😭 at least dion has paris and the carefree, fun love that they are.
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𝖔𝖔𝖈. he yearns for companionship, he’s very lonely deep down, but he knows that it’ll only be a burden to the people who get attached to him ( if there are any ) because he thinks that all that they will get from being close to him is grief. —
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𝖔𝖔𝖈. thinking about hektor socially isolating himself because he doesn’t want anybody to get attached to a dead man walking, and he doesn’t think that anyone should be close with the man he became.
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𝖔𝖔𝖈. thinking about hektor socially isolating himself because he doesn’t want anybody to get attached to a dead man walking, and he doesn’t think that anyone should be close with the man he became.
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No more time to dwell on that. He must return.
He tears his eyes away from himself && looks onwards ,towards the field of death that surrounds all of Troy ,where the sounds of 𝗪𝗔𝗥 blare tirelessly.
He grabs his shield ,then leaves to join for himself.
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𝗜𝗡 𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗨𝗗𝗘. Before he heads into battle yet again he takes a moment to stare at the image of him reflected to him by the gleam of his sword’s blade. What he sees beneath the blood && the bronze , gleaming helm is the image of a tired man ——— 𝗔 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥.
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𝖔𝖔𝖈. should he though? should a man like him know love, peace or happiness when he’s deprived it from fathers and mothers and siblings and friends and lovers who will all mourn the men that he’s killed? when he’s become a monster removed from the man he used to be?
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𝖔𝖔𝖈. he doesn’t get the privilege of being able to enjoy the love of his wife because of his duties, he doesn’t get to enjoy victory when he knows that troy will fall anyways. and when he dies he is doomed to be at the mercy of the man who hates him the most.
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