Troy Drabble
Requested by maeritrae
"I can't quite see it..." Hector tilts his head and blinks along the white beaches, hiding a smirk.
"Hector!" Paris' voice wobbles alarmingly - he is teetering on the brink of manhood and Hector's smile is tinged with a certain regret. The long-legged youth now scowling beside him carries only the faintest echoes of the boy who pattered along behind him with one chubby hand fisted in Hector's robe and the other thumb in his mouth. The women of Troy are already swooning over him but it will be a while longer before Paris learns to seek them out and the pleasures they offer.
He will be a man soon and while Hector is proud of the fact that his brother is growing, a small part of him misses the innocent child who brought him flowers or fruit and settled into his lap with such complete trust.
"Apollo preserve us. Brother, where are your eyes?" Paris sounds petulant and almost hurt.
Hector pauses, surprised. He had thought this a boring duty, imposed on Paris by their father but his brother truly seems upset. He hurries down the beach with the awkward gait of a boy unused to his own stride, leaving Hector puzzled behind him. The bundle is heaved up from the sand and Paris turns to come back to him and the sunlight shows a bruise darkening on his face. Hector steps forward, concern sweeping away his teasing smile.
Paris hurries up and hands him the bundle - watching like an eager child and Hector pulls it open to reveal a new breastplate obviously made for him. He runs reverent fingers over the embossed patterns and mentally wonders at the quality of the work. He looks up into his brother's wide hopeful eyes and sees the toddler with the crooked, wilting daisy thrust out in offering and he smiles.
Again, not what I meant to write so sorry hon.
"I can't quite see it..." Hector tilts his head and blinks along the white beaches, hiding a smirk.
"Hector!" Paris' voice wobbles alarmingly - he is teetering on the brink of manhood and Hector's smile is tinged with a certain regret. The long-legged youth now scowling beside him carries only the faintest echoes of the boy who pattered along behind him with one chubby hand fisted in Hector's robe and the other thumb in his mouth. The women of Troy are already swooning over him but it will be a while longer before Paris learns to seek them out and the pleasures they offer.
He will be a man soon and while Hector is proud of the fact that his brother is growing, a small part of him misses the innocent child who brought him flowers or fruit and settled into his lap with such complete trust.
"Apollo preserve us. Brother, where are your eyes?" Paris sounds petulant and almost hurt.
Hector pauses, surprised. He had thought this a boring duty, imposed on Paris by their father but his brother truly seems upset. He hurries down the beach with the awkward gait of a boy unused to his own stride, leaving Hector puzzled behind him. The bundle is heaved up from the sand and Paris turns to come back to him and the sunlight shows a bruise darkening on his face. Hector steps forward, concern sweeping away his teasing smile.
Paris hurries up and hands him the bundle - watching like an eager child and Hector pulls it open to reveal a new breastplate obviously made for him. He runs reverent fingers over the embossed patterns and mentally wonders at the quality of the work. He looks up into his brother's wide hopeful eyes and sees the toddler with the crooked, wilting daisy thrust out in offering and he smiles.
Again, not what I meant to write so sorry hon.