#;Hektor

[audaciiaearchive]

talking about this earlier...i?? dont?? blame?? hektor for running when achilles was coming for him. per @overyourhubris, achilles looked like a vengeful god coming after hektor, his eyes golden and all the rage and hurt and anger in the world was directed at him. of COURSE hektor was scared. and i think, in that moment...he knew he was going to die. and he didnt want to. and hes always thinking about shame, shame to himself, shame to his family, and now theres going to be an audience to his death because he believed he could face achilles head on.

which he does...after being tricked into thinking deiphobus was there to help him. and he goes down fighting, with honor, but still everyone is watching. and it makes me really sad esp when he begs achilles to just strip his armor and give his body back to his family and achilles REFUSES him. theres just something so tragic and depressing about hektors final moments. and all he thought about in the end was his family. im. NORMAL. IM FINE.

[hektor-world]

Mood

[deadbaguette]

Dear children of Priam, were you doomed all along?

[theodysseyofhomer]

that sign won't stop me because i don't believe in birds

[mynqzo]

my girls

[chelathy]

HELEN! ft Hektor and Paris

[littlesparklight]

You stand above your brother in his bed, occupied now by more than just pillows and blankets, for the woman at his back is fair and terrifying, even in sleep. You look between them, and you stand above your brother and think -

Is it too late to kill him now?

There are no ships on the horizon - yet - and if you present a body along with the stolen wife when the husband turns up, will that break the omen your mother dreamed?

Is it too late to kill him now?

You drop your hand down - perhaps to close around his throat, another already clutching one of those many, many pillows, and in the dark it'd be easy, wouldn't it? All you do is caress his cheek, your fingers digging stiffly into the pillow. He exhales, a tender shallow ease of breath, and there is this little smile on his lips.

You stand above your brother in his bed, there are ships on the shore, and you have cursed him for a plague, a bane, a cruelty raised by the Olympian to bring your house down, and -

it's too late to kill him now.

It'd be easy to do it, however. You carry a dagger at your belt even now, having left your own bed. Or you could perhaps stir up one of your other brothers, the city, some of your father's council. The baby was almost killed once, after all; what would it matter if it was realized now? Kin-blood believed to have been spilled is surely no less polluting than it being done in reality. The attempt might only have been in the handing over of a fragile infant into another's hands, handed over into the bosom of a mountain, wild and no place for such a tender little being.

But the mountain had been merciful, and nurtured instead of torn asunder, and now you're standing above your brother in his bed.

It's too late to kill him now, but would anyone blame you, blame anyone at all they might suspect, as much as they hate him, a hatred unsaid? Simmering. You don't know how he walks through the palace, the city, his life and not cower from the knowledge; he can't not know.

Your brother - pretty, soft, laughing, shining - doomed and dooming all of you from the start. What does an infant know of causing death? Your father tried to kill an innocent. Some of your brothers attempted it next, an innocent only wishing to reclaim what he thought belonged to him and them not knowing who the slave they felt so insulted by was.

Perhaps it's only fair he will kill you all, merely by existing, by batting those ridiculous lashes to lure the woman still sleeping at his back out of her home, her marriage, her life, and into yours.

You stand above your brother in his bed, and brush your knuckles down his cheek.

It's too late to kill him now, and no matter that you've cursed him and wished him dead - to his face, to your parents' faces, but never to anyone else's - with every angry word to spit at him there's always this echo of the wide, wide eyes, the trembling hand in yours as you help him up from kneeling next to the altar in your head.

Your little brother, that you failed to protect when he was born. And what are you if you don't protect? It's too late to kill him now, anyway. Was always too late.

You meet the gleaming whites of Helen's gaze in the darkness, watching her smooth her grip on your brother's arm into a stroke. Both of you can feel the relief staining the air as you turn away, pretending like she wasn't ready to help you.

You leave your brother in his bed.

[miyetko]

changed the words a little—mostly because I just wanted to write Aristos Achaion somewhere

[hycinthrt]

no!! stop running!!!

i need to tell you that he held out his arms to take his baby!!!

but the child squirmed around and began wailing terrified by his father’s helm!!!!

and his father began laughing and his mother laughed as well!!

and from his handsome head he took it and placed it on the ground!!

and he kissed his son and swung him around!!!

and prayed that he would become better than him!!!

stop running this is important!!!!

[alibonbonn]

Hector and Helenus' potential dynamic is so funny to me

[dilfaeneas]

Hecuba children height and age chart at the start of the war

How things stand at the start vs the end of the 10th year. Oof. (Ages/heights not adjusted)

[audaciiaearchive]

hektor is a terrifying person like...man really said we are not showing the greeks mercy and MEANT IT. he wouldnt spare anyone. all of the greeks were scared of him. HES SCARY!! if youre not family or friends or someone he feels obligated to protect then Youre Done

[hektor-world]

This is better than any poem, GOOD NIGHT

[deadbaguette]

“Then glorious Hector kissed his darling son

and took him in his arms to rock and cuddle”

- The Iliad 151, Wilson

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 219

Ellie would like it to be known that she didn’t do this on purpose. But what was she supposed to do when she found another clone? Not grab him before he could be brainwashed for evil? He’s a baby! Okay not literally, but as the older clone, she declares him baby!��

Hey Danny, do you want a son? She found him in a whale! Yeah? Sweet, new tiny stabby brother!

[kindred-spirit-93]

cassandra & hector

dont look too closely pls and ty. quick doodle of them to celebrate having achieved like a seventh of todays work goal lol :')

exam tomorrow!! ill hopefully be back to write my heart out for the sillies in the evening, i have so many hcs and stuff so ill wait and see :]

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in the meantime: to me they are twins! before cass got her prophetic powers and their relationship soured, theyd stay up late and swap tea (they have dirt on everyone and their mother) & bully paris together. the classic "we found u on the streets somewhere and took u in" lol

if theres drama brewing in the palace kingdom u can trust them to be the very first to know lol. they both have glorious hair bc i say so, and blue and red are their colours and paris gets purple :D

hector was supposed to be looking at his nails while casually dropping the most scalding tea known to ancient greece lmao but i cant draw hands to save my life. anyway yes. them <3