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The sun creeped tentatively from behind the hills and bestrewed its faint rays on the land beneath.
The announcement of the arrival of light in Troy was quiet.
It seemed like the world took its time to wake up.
The buds sluggishly stretched their petals, the birds had just started with their morning concert and the humans were still sound asleep under their downy quilts.
Everything was asleep just like Patroclus.
Brown curls were spread on the soft material of the sheets hugging the mattress. His breathing was calm, silent, and the serenity the morning held continued to dominate and inside the neat tent.
The golden spots on the walls made of fabric had started pooling, gaining strength. It even flashed behind the brunette’s shut eyelids.
That was the cause of his first stir, soon followed the second and the third because of silly little reasons.
With the first sight of the day being an empty bed Patroclus exhaled tiredly, he laid an arm on the free space of the bed. His fingertips trailed on the blankets, rubbed lazily the fabric as if he wanted to warm it up.
The gentle blow carrying the aroma of the ocean entered the tent from the tiny openings, it wafted around the room and left Patroclus surrounded by a familiar scent.
His eyes scoped the place for a certain pale body, but it seemed void. The prince’s armor was resting tidily on the ground in the corner, it had not been touched and relief washed over him.
His feet came to the ground and quivers crawled on his skin, he sought for warmth but the human being that had the role of his personal heater was absent.
Piercing emerald eyes, aureate strands, toned muscles and veinous hands, sharp features that held perfection and cherry kissed lips. They all came to his mind at once. 𝐴𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑠'𝑠 image flashed in his head and Patroclus’ lips curved upwards into a timid smile.
He did not really have the chance to miss 𝐴𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑠 since he had been all over him all night. He had been wrapped in those toned arms and underneath that body for as long as the moon ruled the land.
For as long as the stars shone besides their sovereign.
Memories of last moon’s events lingered in his head, leaving sweetness and warmth flow in his veins.
Patroclus brushed his fingers on the flesh of his neck and nape, trying to discover and count every little scar painted on him.
He looked like a piece of art, drawn from a prince’s bare hands.
The wind woke him up from his daydream, the scent of salt was now more intense, leaving the unspoken hint that the sea’s son had stepped on earth for once more.
He slid around his body a chiton, not even bothering to check whether it belongs to him or his lover.
It had the smell of home and that was all that mattered.
With one hand Patroclus pushed the fabric aside and stepped out on the fresh oxygen. As expected, the fervid sun sitting proudly on the blue sky was still large and had a shade of orange.
His feet submerged in the sand as he took the first step outside on the shore. It was still cool from the night’s low temperatures.
Silence was still spread wide, with only the murmurs of the tender waves landing on their terminus and seagulls as distractions.
As much as he despised this place, the only cause of his antipathy had been the forecast of the future, the hideous future approaching them, he would have to admit that it held some pulchritude.
The waves shone under the light and formed thousands of tiny stars on the surface.
Deep into the distance at the boundaries of the shore with the sea stood a figure.
Patroclus knew very well it was his golden-haired prince, and so, he moved his feet to reach his embrace.
The wind tangled his already messy brown curls as it danced through, it left hurried kisses on his skin as he increased his speed.
By the end of his little run his lungs had doubled their size and searched for new oxygen. Something to breath in.
Patroclus stood there, just some feet away from 𝐴𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑠 and observed every little inch of him.
The flawless waving of his aureate curls and fabric covering his skin, his hands relaxed on both of his sides and his broad shoulders.
His whole shimmered, challenged even the sovereign of daylight itself.
𝐴𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑠 seemed to acknowledge his presence as he turned to face him.
It was like the sun exploded and thousand sources of light fell on earth, causing the world to blast just like his heart at the sight of the wide tender grin 𝐴𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑠 had plastered on his lips.
“Philtatos, how come and you are up this early?” His voice dripped honey as he spoke, nectar itself.
His hands reached out to take Patroclus closer to his body.
“I just couldn’t sleep any more after the first rays of light appeared” Patroclus raised his softened chocolate round eyes that had a hint of gold under the sun to meet 𝐴𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑠'𝑠.
“Are you certain this is the only cause? I see your beautiful eyes troubled with something” The golden prince slid his hands down Patroclus’s body to lock his waist into his hold. He tucked his hands under the fabric covering the brunette’s figure and rubbed circles on the slightly bruised hips.
The heat expanded on Patroclus’s face and neck at the compliment but didn’t make any movement to try and hide it, there was no point in trying and he knew it very well.
“Of course, I would have told you if there was anything” 𝐴𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑠 gifted him one more of those smiles he only received, with all its pure radiance and adoration.
“That’s my philtatos” A hand came across his visage to caress the freckle-stained cheeks and nose. Patroclus knew that his freckles had always been from his lover’s weaknesses.
𝐴𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑠 had confessed that he reminded him of the moon, all those tiny spots decorating his being reminded his lover of the stars.
By 𝐴𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑠, he was the whole universe.
Those piercing green eyes never stopped getting through his skin, warming up the blood running beneath.
Patroclus felt two fingers being place underneath his jaw and raising his head to the point his could feel hot air blowing on his lips.
“I’m so glad you decided to search for me this morning, don’t ask the reason because not even me myself knows.” His breath coated the brunette’s rosy lips, and the perfume of the ocean was stronger than ever.
He could feel the waves of warmth surrounding his being, all that caused because of that single person he’s glued to.
“I’m happy to see you too” Patroclus huffed a laugh, and he could see his lover’s eyes melting.
Soon there was no more space between them, their lips had locked on each other, exchanging flavours and passion.
Their tongues crashed against one another, just like the waves of the sea.
𝐴𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑠'𝑠 hands had found home on his lover’s hips from a long time ago, they moved synchronized. Their action of affection showed no flaws, it touched perfection.
All their parts knew exactly what to do and when or where to move.
They had become one, just like they were fated to be.
With forehead against forehead, they filled their lungs with one another, their aromas tangled in one. One perfume perfectly suitable for a warm, secure abode.
“What do you say of some more sleep love?” The last word seemed to last a bit longer in Patroclus’s ears, he raised his eyebrows and gave his beloved a suspicious look.
“Sleep?”
𝐴𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑠 grinned and wrapped an arm around his shoulders as he guided Patroclus through the shore.
“Yes, sleep, Pa-Tro-Clus” Three full and clean syllables lingering on his tongue.
Maybe Patroclus still held a strong antipathy for Troy, for the place itself, but in the end, it’d even win a place in his heart. The last parts of him would be made here after all, the last pieces of the memories collecting all his life.
Here would be the last star and the last sky he’d ever behold.
Whilst the sun shines, the moon glows.
Selenelion, when the two become one.
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