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[SEMI-OPEN] took a power trip
WHO? Achilles, Ryuji, Siegfried, Chiron, Bucky, and perhaps others (there's an open prompt!)
WHAT? National Convention mission and the aftermath
WHEN? 1792 Paris
ANYTHING ELSE?
WHAT? National Convention mission and the aftermath
WHEN? 1792 Paris
ANYTHING ELSE?
[OPEN] got me open all night
[ Guess who discovered that he can make a decent living playing music in the higher-class areas of Paris?
This is how he's going to get by: getting picked up by lonely, rich housewives whose husbands who have fled Paris on "business" and getting free reign of their estate while he's allowed to stay for a day or two.
Anyway, come sit around and listen to this fuckboy play the lyre. ]
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Like any woman, a happy horse makes for an easier life. [ Not that he needs one. But hey, he's taken to the company of the steed, even if she isn't as magnificent as an immortal gift from the Gods, or plunder from a city he laid siege to himself.
He'll hold an apple out to the horse, who takes it out of his hand with an eager snap of its jaws, and holds out another for his teacher. ]
I'm happy to find you out here.
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I had no idea you were looking for me. Is there any particular reason for this happiness?
My default...
Tonight, I helped a boy out with a mission to convince a man from casting his vote to execute the king. [ Fine, Chiron, he'll bite into an apple, sharing the rest with the horse. ]
He was a painter... And among those paintings, he depicted me.
Re: My default...
I see. And what did you make of the work?
[The vagueness is on purpose. He means both the mission and the art.]
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[ But that's the point, isn't it? The events of the war had been left to the painter's imagination, and yet Achilles still finds it a bit offensive that it's not entirely accurate. ]
He painted Patroclus. And Hector.
[ Lifting his satchel, he produces that tube holding the rolled up piece of artwork, popping the lid open and sliding the painting out. ]
See for yourself. [ He only has Patroclus. Who gives a fuck about Hector? ]
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[Chiron takes the piece carefully, unrolling it and giving the matter a long consideration.]
He got the eyes right, I will say that.
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Achilles lips quirk in the briefest of smiles, but he steels his expression and crosses his arms disapprovingly. ]
I remember his back well... [ Hey, Achilles, remember that long talk about not crossing certain boundaries? ] It's not his, but I wanted to keep this still.
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May I ask how you convinced the artist to give you this piece?
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Achilles.
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His body...
Isn't something I'm willing to share with anyone else, even in death. [ AKA you're lucky I didn't steal the other painting too. ]
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Perhaps he'll turn his attention to other subjects then.
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His teacher never fails to surprise him.
He places his hand over the snout of the horse, dragging rough fingertips up and over through her mane, scratching at her cute, twitching ears. ]
He can draw his own loved ones. [ Smiling at Chiron. ] I am grateful in a way.
This proves that my legacy lives on. And that Patroclus has been immortalized, as well.
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[They're standing and talking to each other, after all.
Chiron frowns, the scene before him very cute even though he remains concerned.]
What did you really gain?
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This helps his ego. ]
What did I really gain?
... [ He looks away, if only because he's not even quite sure. ] It's different, seeing it for yourself.
[ Being immortal, yet a thing of the past. A dead man, though a hero. ]
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[It's an observation. Chiron doesn't move from where he's standing, but he's looking at his former student with an unreadable face.]
That is something of great value.