What is your favorite retreat? [TM prompt]
He loves all of Troy ---
For all of Troy is beautiful. Beautiful with Her golden-hued walls and beautiful with the souls of all Her people. He could sing praises of Her from morning to night but still there would be more to say. As a child living amongst the rolling hills of Ida, Troy was this formless image that spoke of everything wondrous and perfect. He would close his eyes and see the Troy of his dreams waiting for him to come home. Now, he is grown and living his life, this life anew and the Troy of his dreams is his. Troy is his and within Her golden walls, wonders are brought to life again.
At this moment, he holds his son in his arms, the Crown Prince and Heir of Troy, sweet, wanted, cherished Astyanax. His son is Hector’s son born again, his and Troy’s in ways that Hector’s Astayanax would never be able to be. His Astyanax will receive all that Troy’s Princes were denied - Troy and more. All his sons will. They belong to Troy, to this golden city of dreams that keeps them apart from all else. That is the wonder that Troy is capable of.
And sitting here in the nursery with Astyanax slumbering in his embrace and the twins on the rug happily playing with Aetos, he knows it with every part of him. All of Troy is beautiful and perfect.
He loves Troy with all his heart, with every breath that escapes him, with more of him than he ever thought it possible to - and all of Troy is his retreat, this special place frozen in Time and peace and contentment. But here, now, nothing could ever compare with how he feels.
If there is one place, one moment that could ever embody the true meaning of retreat, it would be here and now. This is a retreat he will return to time and time again, until he will no longer be able to do so in person but only in his dreams once again.
Muse: Paris of Troy
Fandom: Troy, Misc. Movies
Word Count: 345
For all of Troy is beautiful. Beautiful with Her golden-hued walls and beautiful with the souls of all Her people. He could sing praises of Her from morning to night but still there would be more to say. As a child living amongst the rolling hills of Ida, Troy was this formless image that spoke of everything wondrous and perfect. He would close his eyes and see the Troy of his dreams waiting for him to come home. Now, he is grown and living his life, this life anew and the Troy of his dreams is his. Troy is his and within Her golden walls, wonders are brought to life again.
At this moment, he holds his son in his arms, the Crown Prince and Heir of Troy, sweet, wanted, cherished Astyanax. His son is Hector’s son born again, his and Troy’s in ways that Hector’s Astayanax would never be able to be. His Astyanax will receive all that Troy’s Princes were denied - Troy and more. All his sons will. They belong to Troy, to this golden city of dreams that keeps them apart from all else. That is the wonder that Troy is capable of.
And sitting here in the nursery with Astyanax slumbering in his embrace and the twins on the rug happily playing with Aetos, he knows it with every part of him. All of Troy is beautiful and perfect.
He loves Troy with all his heart, with every breath that escapes him, with more of him than he ever thought it possible to - and all of Troy is his retreat, this special place frozen in Time and peace and contentment. But here, now, nothing could ever compare with how he feels.
If there is one place, one moment that could ever embody the true meaning of retreat, it would be here and now. This is a retreat he will return to time and time again, until he will no longer be able to do so in person but only in his dreams once again.
Muse: Paris of Troy
Fandom: Troy, Misc. Movies
Word Count: 345