I Wanna Get High - Tumblr Posts

post-battle achilles bounding over to his bf in the aftermath of the death and destruction he’d wreaked, running immediately to the one man he prayed could absolve him of it, perhaps ​ the only tether to his humanity left in those days. and when he’d finish kissing pat & holding him with those bloodied hands he’d always pull back, guilty, ashamed. ‘i’m sorry,’ he’d say, but before he could even finish the short phrase, patroclus would be there, kissing the words away; calloused hands in his bloody ones, telling him ‘it’s okay,’ before leading him to the river where they’d then bathe together.