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Moldy I finished ARISTOS: the musical I had a bit of trouble figuring out who is who (adhd affects my communication skills) but it’s was such a a maxing musical once I figured it out

Not the sun! Apollo after all is the one who loosened Patroclus’ armour, leading to his death. There are other things.

Achilles’ face could be as bright as the waves of the sea on the first day of summer, his smile as wide as the greek army was numerous. His eyes can be as joyful as a child getting their first taste of grownup freedom.

Achilles can be as sweet as the melodies he plays on Patroclus’ mother’s lyre, but he will never be like the sun.

The sun, it is true, is warm and we enjoy its presence. But we can not stare at it for too long, nor approach it. Meanwhile, Patroclus spent almost every hour looking at Achilles, admiring his features like an art expert would look at a rare piece. He embraced and touched Achilles as much as he could.

Achilles was indeed like the center of Patroclus’ world, but he was never scorching, and never violent towards Patroclus.

The sight of Achilles reassured Patroclus at night, and after sunset was the moment when they could let go of their facade and be fully lovers again.

Therefore, i think that Achilles, for Patroclus, was not the sun.

Achilles was his moon.

thinking of achilles and patroclus finally meeting in elysium after thetis marks his name on their grave;

achilles jumps at him and presses his nose against his like he used to in their youth. patroclus holds him, and achilles hides his face on his chest and sobs profusely. achilles cries and cries and cries, asking for forgiveness. patroclus just holds him close, reassuringly, "there's nothing to forgive"— and how could there be? achilles' love for him was so big that it even made the gods fearful. achilles finally looks at him, with tears in his eyes.

he smiled at me, and his face was like the sun.