The Jones Brothers’ King
Okay, so I spend my spare time pondering on writing a fic of Killian’s entire life, just getting all the juicy details in there. Anyway, I’ve been laboring over the identity of the king, you know, the asshole who sent him and Liam off to fetch scary poison. I liked the idea of him being a figure from fairytale/literature/etc, because, duh, it’s Once.
I’ve been pondering a lot of options, doing research, all that jazz. The very first option I jotted down was Agamemnon of Iliad fame. He’s a royal bag of dicks, and the Jones bros seem to have caught the attention of more than one of the Greek gods, so I thought he might fun thematically, but didn’t want to put all my eggs in one basket. This was weeks ago.
Fast forward to when I lost my fucking mind driving to campus this morning. I’m just letting my mind wander, thinking about Killian’s rage, as I do at least once per day. Suddenly it hits me. The opening stanza of the fucking Iliad:
Rage – Goddess, sing the rage of Peleus’ son Achilles,
murderous, doomed, that cost the Achaeans countless losses,
hurling down to the House of Death so many sturdy souls,
great fighters’ souls, but made their bodies carrion,
feasts for the dogs and birds,
and the will of Zeus was moving toward its end.
Begin, Muse, when the two first broke and clashed,
Agamemnon lord of men and brilliant Achilles.
Like… Fuuuuuuuuuuck. I don’t know how I didn’t see it before! Rage! That is the whole fucking point of the fucking Iliad! Rage! Rage and revenge and warfare and how the only possible result of rage is death and destruction and despair. How an eye for an eye ends with everyone blind! AGH! Killian is fucking Achilles! And Patroclus, his brother in arms, his lover, is divided in two via Liam and Milah, Killian’s brother and his lover!
And when Patroclus dies… Achilles burns the fucking world to the ground. And the whole fucking epic poem exist to show that men just keep making war on each other and seeing revenge on each other and how there is no possible good outcome for this shit. It’s an attempt to get the audience to stop and think and hopefully realize that we need to stop with the violence because it only hurts ourselves. And that’s Killian’s arc and Killian is Achilles and I’m dead. I’m fucking dead.
And I just fucking can’t. This English major got struck by fucking lightening while driving to class this morning and just had to go about her day like it was any fucking Wednesday, like I didn’t get clobbered by divine inspiration in the front seat of my fucking Mazda. An actual fucking muse floated her ass into the passenger seat of my car and like whispered in my ear or some shit. That’s how I feel right now.
TL:DR – My new headcanon forever is that Agamemnon was the king Liam and Killian served. I’m building my house on this mountain, and I will die up here.