Just Solangelo Things

Moonlight

Patrochilles AU

William, son of Apollo, is a well known hero now throughout all of Greece. Known for his "many wives" and charming personality, the society doesn't spare much thought to his lover; Nico Di Angelo, Angel of Hades. In the prophecy of the Trojan war, it is told that the hero shall be destined to kill the enemy weapon, Octavian of the Oracle, but in return be killed by one of their best warriors. No one had heard, or cared about any prophecy of Nico. No one could have predicted how one small character, one selfless, caring, gentle child could decide the fate of the War.

If you've also read the Song of Achilles, cry with me. That book is easily my favorite next to Pjo and Hoo. If you haven't, I'm sorry but this story won't make much sense to you.

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"Will," the boy begged. "Please, think through this. You cannot let your pride cloud your soul. You cannot just stop in the middle of the war and refuse to fight. You cannot chance a prophecy." Will simply stared straight forward, ignoring the other for the first time in his life. "He has disrespected me! Agamemnon must learn a lesson. He is so full of pride that he is willing to lead the people in a massacre!" His slams his fist on the cot, making the poor small boy flinch.

"Will, you know I love you." he tries again. "Please. For the people. For me. For yourself. This is a terrible idea, right from your fatal flaw- your pride. If you do not stop yourself," he shakily stood, despite his head only reaching to Will's shoulders. "I will."
Will sneered. "By doing what? You're but a prince charged of murder and saved by me. What could you possibly do to change anything in this world?"

There's guilt evident in the hero's eyes as he watches Nico stop and look down self-consciously. "I- I didn't mean that." Will mutters. He reaches down to help Nico stand up, and feels a wisp of a smile tug at his lips as the smaller boy leans up to kiss him chastely once. "If I can be the one to show you the right road, I will. Even if it kills me. If it helps you, then sunshine, I'd drown myself in the desert."

"I know, love," Will sighs. "I know."

And gods does he know.

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Pale fingers trace the line of Will's lips as he sleeps soundly. With the early morning hazy light filtering in through the tent fabric, he seems even more childish and more peaceful. His eyes rake over the blond's entire face, chiseled like a deity and carved as art. He eagerly drinks in every single detail, from the way his hair catches in his eyelashes, to the way his freckles seem to glow in the dark. After all, he would like this to be the last image.

He stares longingly at his closed eyes, leaves him one lingering kiss, and starts getting ready, his clothes billowing behind him as he paces the area. Making sure the letter is tilted upright on his favorite vanity, he closes it with finality. He quickly strides to the doorway, calls out for the attendants to bring Will's armor, and turns back to the figure on the cot.
He hopes the pomegranate drought keeps him down for enough time.

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The helmet doesn't allow for much breathing, and the metal makes it hard to move.

He picks up Will's spear, feeling heavy and awkward in his palm, and throws it forward with all his might. The fates must be working in his favor, because miraculously he sees Ethan, their leader, go down as the enemy army pauses to register the loss of their greatest warrior. He turns to the wall, destined to fight. He would do this, he can do this, for Will. For his love.