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leslivresdelulu · 4 months
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Sometimes I'm thinking about Patrocles and Achilles and how they can be happy without the war, with Chiron. And I remember that, no, they're just DEAD. (And I can't believe it.)
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please some1 rec me some good patrochilles fics!!! I NEED THESE TWO HAPPY FOREVER NOWW
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pyramidofmice · 3 months
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Honestly I think the core of Achilles's character in The Song of Achilles is that he loves to learn ("He is surprising" 35/his eagerness to hear stories from Odysseus and Diomedes) and grow (pushing himself to beat his own records by having Patroclus count him on the beach, etc) and overall he thrives on the energy and movement of mortal life. This is in comparison to the godly life of eternally staying the same age. If he became immortal, he'd never grow anymore. He'd have challenges to rise up to and meet, but Miller's construction of the godly realm has it so a god's character is incredibly stagnant. Circe and Thetis grow as people, but only as a result of getting entangled with mortal lives.
When Achilles makes the decision to die at Troy, he sets his sights on immortality as payment for his forfeit future. He chooses to die young rather than age into obscurity. But in his desperate clawing for fame (and thus immortality), he casts off all the mortal parts of himself that made him happy. He stops wanting to learn about others ("It’s simpler if they just remember me" 247). He sees success in battle but doesn't push himself to progress the war: he avoids Hector, and thus avoids fate. He sticks himself in a repetitive cycle of killing and prizes that stretches on for 10 years.
He fell in love with the life he had on Pelion. He wants to keep it forever, to gain immortality so he never loses his youth or his most beloved. But on Pelion, he and Patroclus were learning from Chiron and growing into adulthood. Immortality is antithetical to the underlying nature of those things he seeks to keep: the striving involved with growing, the surprise of the unexpected, the ability to share these experiences with another.
The person he becomes at Troy is distanced from Patroclus even before losing him to death. Chapter Thirty, where Achilles sends Patroclus off in his armor, is riddled with parallels to things Achilles once said lovingly. Take this exchange from their time on Pelion: "They never let you be famous and happy...I’m going to be the first." He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it...Because you’re the reason" (98). At Troy, it turns into this: He held up his hand. “Swear to me,” he said. “Swear to me that if you go, you will not fight them.” “...Yes.” I pressed my hand to his (309).
When Achilles is deciding between his two dooms, Patroclus thinks this: I had seen the joy he took in his own skill, the roaring vitality that was always just beneath the surface (158). Achilles thought that he would avoid losing this joy by choosing a young death. Instead, he loses his desire for both godly and mortal life, even while his body remains strong. Maybe if he'd acted differently at Troy, he could've brought the goodness of his mortal life into his godly one. But he gets so caught up in the fear of losing what he loves to his enemies that he doesn't realize he's robbed himself.
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Guess who gets to infodump for an English essay
This is gonna be the longest essay I've ever written
If the fandom here isn't dead and wants me to post the essay after I've finished it, I absolutely will :)
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figsandphiltatos · 2 years
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Story Title: Swallows in the Windless Field
Fandom: The Song of Achilles
AU: Robin Hood
Chapter: 1/?
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42296373
Summary:
Patroclus told her who he was. He told her about his past, about his betrothed, about his own father. He told her about the months he had spent in Sherwood Forest before she joined him. He told her about his thievery and she told him the peasants had named him: Robin Hood.
“Why have they named me?”
Briseis lounged next to their fire. The nights had become long and bitterly dark by then. It was still before the first snowfall, but the two of them were the only living things not vanished with winter’s approach other than the redwings and fieldfares which still twittered among the barren trees. “I do not know. I believe many of them feel a kinship with you.”
“They do?” That astounded Patroclus. “For what reason?”
“We all wish to steal from the nobles at times, but precious few have the guts. You don’t steal from those who need their coin. The villagers in Nottingham, at least, are convinced of that.”
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Robin Hood but make it Patrochilles, enjoy.
Characters: Patroclus, Achilles, Briseis, Ajax, Diomedes, Odysseus, Nestor, etc.
Pairings: Patroclus/Achilles, Diomedes/Odysseus, (eventually) Odysseus/Hektor
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reviilo · 2 years
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patrochlus had so much a foot fetish
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cityelf · 10 months
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Left is MY FIC, right is the ACTUAL BOOK QUOTE IT WAS INSPIRED BY
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(Mask context: masquerade ball / cinderella au)
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It has been doing numbers EVERYWHERE and I only found out from this lovely person who commented on Ao3:
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So yeah I guess if anyone wants to read an 8 year old Song of Achilles fanfic written in a fever dream after watching Into The Woods, be my guest
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leosoralyyn · 7 months
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Odysseus watching Achilles absolutely mutilate Hector's corpse
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inkeyjay · 1 year
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“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. [...] When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”  🩸
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“In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.” 🌻
Two souls, reunited.
(quotes from Madelline Miller's The Song Of Achilles)
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meditando-en-paris · 1 year
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Odysseus: Do it or you're straight.
Achilles: *Loud gasp*
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ragesingoddess · 8 months
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on tragic heroes and the people who'd follow them anywhere.
tumblr textpost// Anne Carson, An Oresteia// Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles// Victor Hugo, Les Miserables// William Shakespeare, Hamlet// Anne Carson, An Oresteia
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lenaleviosa · 1 year
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It’s the middle of the night. Chiron should probably get some sleep. Looking out of his window he sees two boys, they’re stargazing. Achilles! He thinks. Patroclus!
It’s only then that he realises that Patroclus’ skin is way too white and as glorious as Achilles was, he definitely didn’t light up like a glow stick in the night. It’s not them. It’s just Nico and Will.
It’s been over 2000 years, they’re dead, Chiron, they’re dead.
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Chapter 16 has me believing Achilles is a celebrity now XD
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LOSING IT 😭😭
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Guess who gets to infodump for an English essay
This is gonna be the longest essay I've ever written
If the fandom here isn't dead and wants me to post the essay after I've finished it, I absolutely will :)
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figsandphiltatos · 2 years
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Chapter 2 of Swallows in the Windless Field is out
Summary: Patrochilles but make it Robin Hood (Pat is Robin Hood)
Read on AO3 | Read from the beginning
“Why would a nobleman seek out Robin Hood?” Ajax spoke first, too curious to keep from speaking his mind.
“Why else but to join him!” As the nobleman strode forward confidently, his knight did not relax. His dark eyes slid smoothly from Patroclus with his bow to Ajax with his branch. Briseis brandished a knife but did not seem to draw as much attention. Patroclus could recall thinking it was a foolish oversight. She was more ruthless than he. “My apologies, I’ve yet to introduce myself. I am Odysseus, son of Sir Laertes, Earl of Locksley.”
At this, Patroclus narrowed his eyes. He had briefly met the Earl of Locksley, though it felt as though that were in another life. If the Earl’s son recognized him, it did not show on his face. “I am Patroclus. If it’s Robin Hood you seek, then you’ve found him.” He said, not yet presuming that they were either friend or foe.
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