I've just mustered enough energy to stash the basin under the bed when Achilles comes flying in again.
"Patroclus!" he demands. I freeze.
"You must come and see the Greeks and the feast they throw in my honor."
Now that he's mentioned it, the smell of lamb and herbs floats up my nose. It must mask the scent of the basin.
The scents combined make mouth wobble and sweat.
Achilles mistakes the movement for hunger. "Good! You are hungry, then. Get dressed and I'll be back."
Achilles spirits away.
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Patrochilles
FanfictionIt's the evening before the Trojan War. How will Patroclus and Achilles spend it? Photo cover credit to @dumbobsessivebitch
