requested by madeline

There was movement from the woods at my side, and I jerked my head towards it. Too late. Something—someone—struck me from behind, throwing me forward. I landed heavily, facedown on the ground, with the person already on top of me. I closed my eyes and waited for a knife. 

There was nothing. Nothing but silence and the knees that pinned my back. A moment passed, and it came to me that the knees were not so very heavy and were placed so that their pressure did not hurt. 

“Patroclus.” Pa-tro-clus. 

I did not move. The knees lifted, and hands reached down to turn me, gently, over. Achilles was looking down at me. 

“I hoped that you would come,” he said.

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