I'm haunted by the lives that I have loved [closed/incomplete]
Characters: Achilles & Briseis
Date/Time: After this delightful exchange.
Location: 8A -- Briseis' apartment.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: They tested the bed out--it was fast-forwarded :3
Summary: Achilles decided he was coming over.
In the name of all things sacred... Head in hands, Briseis stared at the computer screen for a few moment before one hand slowly reached out to prod at the power button. What was the point in trying to reason with people when not only did they insist on abusing their right to capslock at you but have also lost their grasp on coherency? And no, in no way was her current inclination regarding Cassandra in any way coloured by the fact she had chosen--consciously chosen--to antagonise Achilles. And herself.
In her frustration, she closed the laptop with more force than it deserved and resolved to just wait. She still didn't know where Achilles lived, she realised as she moved to sit with her back against the door. Another frustration in that he had possibly deliberately chosen not to tell her and now she didn't know how long it would take for him to get here. Not that the elevator was exactly slow.
Hugging her knees, Briseis tried to remember peace-time before the Greeks had arrived. She was certain it had not been so confusing.
Date/Time: After this delightful exchange.
Location: 8A -- Briseis' apartment.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: They tested the bed out--it was fast-forwarded :3
Summary: Achilles decided he was coming over.
In the name of all things sacred... Head in hands, Briseis stared at the computer screen for a few moment before one hand slowly reached out to prod at the power button. What was the point in trying to reason with people when not only did they insist on abusing their right to capslock at you but have also lost their grasp on coherency? And no, in no way was her current inclination regarding Cassandra in any way coloured by the fact she had chosen--consciously chosen--to antagonise Achilles. And herself.
In her frustration, she closed the laptop with more force than it deserved and resolved to just wait. She still didn't know where Achilles lived, she realised as she moved to sit with her back against the door. Another frustration in that he had possibly deliberately chosen not to tell her and now she didn't know how long it would take for him to get here. Not that the elevator was exactly slow.
Hugging her knees, Briseis tried to remember peace-time before the Greeks had arrived. She was certain it had not been so confusing.