( semi-closed )

[heelies]

CHARACTERS: Achilles and pals
DATE: Shorty after arriving in Perdition's Rest
WARNINGS: Homeric levels of violence and gratuitous man muscles
SUMMARY: Miscellaneous adventures in the days following the crew's arrival. Subjects range from shopping for pants to flaunting gently used sexy clothing to slaughtering bandits.


[Assorted closed threads shall follow. PM me if you wish to plot together!]

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[winces]

[ it does not occur to olivia until much later (far too late, by then) the misconception achilles has over gaius' chosen nickname — but as soon as she does, she is quick to thank the gods for it. she's grateful as well for gaius' easy response, an explanation without really explaining, and thus is she all too quick to move the topic along when the redhead presents the opportunity for it. ]

Y-Yes, Gaius is very funny like that...! [ ha ha please don't hurt her friend, husband, ha ha. she reaches out out of reflex, idly giving gaius' shoulder a little playful push. ]

I'm sure he'll come up with something very cool for yours, my love.

[heelies]

Then gladly shall I accept whatever epithet you deign to give me, Gaius.

[Might he recommend "the best of the Achaeans"? Or perhaps "swift-footed" Achilles?]

But tell me of the adventures you have braved in far-flung lands - for you seem to me quite green with youth still, yet already you have such stories to boast. Thus I cannot help but let grow my curiosity.

[His people bear stories in the way that they bear treasure, for both burnish the deeds of worthy men to a bright gleam. The tales of truly excellent men burn on in the hearts of all who hear them sung by bards, and these men are as stars that others may look to for guidance. And other tales may bring delight for the triumphs told therein, or they may sow sorrow in the breast for the trials suffered. Achilles drinks of his wine but his eyes soon fall intently upon the man across from him.]

[stickyfingers]

Then I ought to promise to make sure it's a good one. [Thanks for backing him up, Olivia. The last thing he needed was for 'the best of the Achaens' to get all swordy-knifey with him because of a simple nickname. They were harmless, really! Even if Olivia's was a little needlessly flirty.

Anyway.

The next comment about his travels makes him think for a moment. He wouldn't lie to his comrade's wife, but he wasn't too keen on advertising the fact that he was a wanted criminal before he started working for the king. Touchy subject and all, you know. But it was easy enough to tell the truth while avoiding other truths. So he just cracks another one of those cheeky smiles of his, swirling the wine in his glass(it's delicious, the sweetness is subtle but still apparent) before giving a nod.]

Before I met Olivia, I was a bit of a nomad, I guess you could say. I didn't really have a home to speak of, I spent my time hopping from city to town to haven, selling my sword or other trinkets that I won or made during my travels. I'm a bit of a fast hand when it comes to crafting and baking, you'll find.

So I've been to quite a number of places in my life, even if I haven't yet breached the age of thirty. [He's pretty proud of this fact, even if his... enterprises weren't so proud themselves.]

[winces]

[ as their chatter picks up, and more and more of that tenuous, uncertain tension begins to ebb among the three of them, olivia finds she is finally able to relax. she is rapt, those first few minutes, smiling between the two men as smiles become more genuine than cordial, and her anxiousness melts into something more akin to relief.

but the more she listens in, the more she comes to realize a very daunting, very startling thing...

she cannot recall ever having the chance to regale achilles with stories of her own childhood, her own budding adulthood before the shepherds as gaius does now, under the easy backdrop of sweet wine and budding camaraderie...

because he has never asked. ]