Bear’s Den - Agape
Achilles was looking at me. ”Your hair never quite lies flat, here.” He touched my head, just behind my ear. ”I don’t think I’ve ever told you how I like it.”
My scalp prickled where his fingers had been. “You haven’t,” I said.
"I should have." His hand drifted to the vee at the base of my throat, drew softly across the pulse. "What about this? Have I told you what I think of this, just here?"
"No," I said.
"This surely then." His hand moved across the muscles of my chest, my skin warmed beneath it.
"Have I told you of this?"
"That you have told me." My breath caught a little as I spoke.
"And what of this?" His hand lingered over my hips, drew down the line of my thigh. "Have I spoken of it?"
"And this? Surely I would not have forgotten this?" His cat’s smile. "Tell me I did not."
"You did not."
"There is this too." His hand was ceaseless now. "I know I have told you of this."
I closed my eyes. ”Tell me again,” I said.
My hand closed over to his. “You must not kill Hector,” I said.
He looked up, his beautiful face framed by the gold of his hair. “My mother told you the rest of the prophecy.”
"And you think that no one but me can kill Hector."
"Yes," I said.
"And you think to steal time from the Fates?"
"Ah." A sly smile spread across his face; he had always loved defiance. "Well, why should I kill him? He’s done nothing to me."
For the first time then, I felt a kind of hope."
It was easy to get me to do this TV show. All the roles I’ve ever gotten, you’ve seen the roles I’ve gotten. They’ve been wonderful but so many of them have been downtrodden. They’ve been women who are pretty much asexual, they haven’t been realized, they have careers but no names. And all of a sudden I was given this opportunity to play someone sexy, mysterious, someone complicated. And it was a chance to use my craft. It was a chance to transform. It was a chance to surprise myself and the public. And I took it. - Viola Davis
i was so disappointed when i read it. i don’t know if i’d been expecting something else, and you know my antiquity feels, but i just couldn’t get into it…though i feel like everyone else i know did. ahah.
i was wondering the other day if you’d read it! that’s a shame. i didn’t really start enjoying it the first time round until they were up on mount pelion but it’s so easy to read that i just kept going - the last few chapters are definitely my favourite. sometimes i find the style quite jarring too but i think it’s more often beautifully written than not and ugh it just breaks my heart and i love the characterisation and the tension and you know i’m a sucker for angst and queer rep. it hits all my exr feels too.
interview day 2: teaching an unrehearsed creative writing lesson to a bunch of ten year olds i’ve never met before
i swear that reading the song of achilles was not this painful the first time round