They do not speak of Troy. It remains there with them, every night Neoptolemus draws Helenus to bed and every day Helenus continues in his duties as adviser. It lingers but they do not speak of it.
It is only after years pass when the physical scars are mostly gone that Neoptolemus can look him in the eye and whisper please, forgive me. Helenus says nothing, looking at nothing. Eventually Neoptolemus gives up, knowing it's something he can never get, something he maybe doesn't deserve.
At night Helenus slips into his bed. He stays behind Neoptolemus, lips on the back of his neck. He tells him of prayers to gods, of seeing the past in such clear detail. His skin is dampened with tears but Helenus doesn't falter, the clear calm voice telling Neoptolemus of his own pain, of his own need for forgiveness that can't be given.
He trails off and there is finally silence. Neoptolemus doesn't move. His other advisers have accused Helenus of witchcraft but this is the first time Neoptolemus has ever felt it. There's a soft sigh and everything releases, he turns around to face him, finding his face in the dark.
I can't forgive you, Helenus whispers, sharp eyes locking with his. Not yet. But one day, he promises. One day.
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Date: 2012-07-30 01:20 am (UTC)omggggggg bbs ;;They do not speak of Troy. It remains there with them, every night Neoptolemus draws Helenus to bed and every day Helenus continues in his duties as adviser. It lingers but they do not speak of it.
It is only after years pass when the physical scars are mostly gone that Neoptolemus can look him in the eye and whisper please, forgive me. Helenus says nothing, looking at nothing. Eventually Neoptolemus gives up, knowing it's something he can never get, something he maybe doesn't deserve.
At night Helenus slips into his bed. He stays behind Neoptolemus, lips on the back of his neck. He tells him of prayers to gods, of seeing the past in such clear detail. His skin is dampened with tears but Helenus doesn't falter, the clear calm voice telling Neoptolemus of his own pain, of his own need for forgiveness that can't be given.
He trails off and there is finally silence. Neoptolemus doesn't move. His other advisers have accused Helenus of witchcraft but this is the first time Neoptolemus has ever felt it. There's a soft sigh and everything releases, he turns around to face him, finding his face in the dark.
I can't forgive you, Helenus whispers, sharp eyes locking with his. Not yet. But one day, he promises. One day.