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                ❝ I saw before my city lying TORN with the sharp bronze,                     and my three brothers, whom a single mother bore with me                          and who were CLOSE to me, all went on one day to                                                                              D E S T R U C T I O N ❞

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apollyion;;

“get her down here, then, and we shall   surely see! it’ll be the match of the century.”

he laughs as well, but not before he feints to the left.

     “The real fight would be getting her to leave Salamina!”

              He misses the feint in their chatting and takes the hit               with grace, barely hesitating to throw one of his own.                                 Hector’s skilled, but so is he.

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lightspills;;

“It seemed… like a sign of respect,” he replied slowly, cautiously. He could only imagine what would happen if he was wrong, but, well– he didn’t believe he was wrong. “–But one I’m not sure I’ve earned.”

     He laughed softly. “You do not think you’re worthy of praise, and yet      I’ve seen no reason for the contrary. You were a shadow of a prince,” he      says rather bluntly, because the man has no other way about him, “and      you have made yourself not only seen, but necessary. How many other      men could do this, hm?”

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ofoffence 

*potc/skyrim mashup plays in background*

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out of armor;; -walks into the trojan war ten years late with a latte- yo. sorry I’ve been radio silent over here. Ive got some insane hours at work this week, but I’m going to try and get things going over here again since i got my other blogs cleared up a bit

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                                          me: *gets stabbed*                                  me: ….mmm whatcha say

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solarveined;;

                  “C’MON ! that’s not – even fair. honestly. look at ya’. cut it the fuck out.”

// warshields .

     He wishes this was an unusual reaction.      He also wishes he wasn’t smug about it.      Ajax  arches  a  brow  &  tilts  his  head.

     “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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probably my favorite part of the trojan war is when achilles got so pissed off that he fought a fucking river 

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apollyion;;

“are we still using that tired old insult? your   grandmother is a tough old bird, we both   know that.”  

                 Ajax laughs, a grin on his face. Well.                               Hector wasn’t wrong there.

      “True. She could probably kick your ass.                 That’s a fight I’d like to see.”

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       --- lightspills

Patroclus froze, his eyes remaining fixed on his hand for a moment before they flicked up to the man’s face. The kiss pressed to his knuckles was clearly a sign of respect– but what was he that deserved to be respected? He was nothing special– he was nothing, especially next to Achilles. He pulled his hand away slowly, the slightest of smiles touching his lips. “–What was that?”

     Ajax watched the young man --  he and his prince were boys no longer  -- with      the trace of a smile on his lips.  “What did it seem like?”  There were more      things to be respected for than prowess on the field of battle.  Patroclus was a       good man, a good healer. Those who saw him as nothing more than Achilles’s      shadow were fools in the armor of kings. Ajax was no fool.

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discordiian;;

              ❝ And you REMEMBER. Oh, they have plans for you. ❞

A brief moment of surprise quickly gives way to yet more delight. It was RARE that someone was reincarnated, even rarer that they remember their past—— not to mention that no one really appreciated the gods anymore ( with most attributing their very existence to nothing more than ‘crazy ancient greeks’ ).

              ❝ I wonder what. ❞

     He folds his arms over his chest, cocks his head to the side as      he regards the woman before him.      Ajax might be physically      impressive, towering over her, but there’s something about her,      her glee, that tells him she’s not without power.

                “The only thing I wonder, is why you care?”

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                STRIFE whose wrath is relentless, she is the sister and companion of murderous Ares,                 she who is only a little thing at the first,  but thereafter GROWS until she strides on the                 earth with her head striking heaven.  She then hurled down bitterness equally between                 both sides as she walked through the onslaught making men’s pain heavier.  x  x  x  x

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The smell of burnt flesh filled the air, as the destruction that rain down upon this once picturesque village had become prevalent rather quickly. A landscape of body parts, blood, and gore painted the scene. As the blonde had done some redecorating, arranging the bodies of the fallen in a way that'd make most lose their lunch or their head. "Oh it's beautiful!" Exclaimed the Warrior Queen with utter glee, hands clasped together as yellow locks tossed to the side. "Don't you agree?"

                             “No.”

         He’s a warrior. He’s slain countless in battle. But this? There was          no honor in this. Even with blood still dripping down his face from          battle, Ajax is disgusted with the scene before him. His lip curls as          his eyes drag over the scene to the woman responsible. 

        “This is disrespectful. Even enemies deserve honor in death.”

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             granxaire && ouvricr && beauxtueur                                                                           rxmvs && warshields

                                                                                                               colmxran && orderofemrys

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                 --- abyssalgoddess​

     Vegas is a terrible place. Parties lead to after parties lead to      Ajax having no idea WHAT club he’s in and an even worse      idea of where his brother’s gone off to. Ah well. Tuecer’s a big      boy. He can handle himself.

                           Ajax himself on the other hand... 

     After scanning the crowd, he turns on his heel, STRAIGHT into       a young woman. He shoots a hand out to steady her automatically. 

                                                  “My mistake.”

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lightspills;;

He’s sitting across from the man before he even realizes what’s happening, taking a deep breath to try and clear his head. He sets down the two coffees before he can spill any more.

Overwhelming as it is, the feeling is familiar. It’s nothing compared to the intensity of finding Achilles again (the joy and overpowering feeling that this is right, everything rushing back, rushing, tumbling back) that had actually caused him to faint, this is much, much weaker, but still– he just has to find out who this man is. He can do that. Okay. Okay.

“I– I’m fine,” he replies, looking up and studying the man; maybe something in his face will tell him who he is– was– is. “I– What’s your name?”

     Ajax nods, tongue darting out to lick his lips as he steadies himself. The      boy is fine.  Good.  Good.  It eases a knot of tension that had coiled up      up inside him, feels as if it’s been coiling since Troy.

     He hesitates for a moment, studying the boy before he answers. “Ajax.      Ajax Telamonian.”  And he knows him. He knows him. And a memory      swims to mind, one of broken armor and bloody sand, a body he’d helped      drag back to the proud prince. A name follows just as fast, not Aristos     Achaion, but the best of them regardless. But he holds his tongue, lest      this be another cruel ghost playing tricks from his past.