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“Achilles!”

“Yes, Lord Hades.”

“There are visitors at the gate. See them to the audience chamber.” Hades sets down his quill and pushes up to his intimidating height to head to the chamber in question—an austere and drafty room reserved for private conversations with his fellow gods and artfully designed to honor xenia, while still uncomfortable enough to encourage brevity. Mortal shades and house staff are rarely allowed entry. “And send my wife along as well.”

Achilles bows and strides off to do as he’s told. After his brief infusion of Hades’ power in the arena, he can well imagine the clarity with which his master sees his realm and all that stirs within it. Particularly divine guests at the threshold of his halls, toeing the invisible boundary he placed to prevent gods from entering without his approval. (Shades and other lesser creatures can more or less come and go as they please; he could care less.)

With the grinding scrape of cold iron and stone, Achilles pushes open the House’s gate to behold ...

“Lady Athena, Lord Hermes. Please, come in. Be welcome,” he says after a very brief, shocked pause. He leans on rigid formality to hide his relief at the sight of Hermes safe and well after two months and only one brief letter. This is short lived, quickly replaced by a fresh bout of apprehension; why have he and his sister come to see their uncle?

Once they’ve been ushered to the cavernous audience chamber, Achilles finds Persephone in her garden—with Zagreus—and summons her as well. She smiles, dusts the dirt from her hands, plucks clinging leaves from her peplos and asks her son to continue weeding. Zagreus looks chagrined as he works at a particularly stubborn patch of crabgrass.

After two more short detours—one to task Dusa with preparing guest chambers, another to request food and wine from the chef—and Achilles finally positions himself outside the imposing double doors, ready to receive orders and steer away would-be eavesdroppers. All while he’s desperately straining his own ears to hear snatches of conversation.

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Achilles returns the smile with his own, albeit more sober and lined with worry.

Hermes is right: Achilles isn't as cunning as brilliant Odysseus. Trickery isn't in his arsenal, and so it feels like he's watching Hermes go off to battle with nothing but a dagger in hand. A very sharp dagger, yes, but one he needs to get dangerously close to use on a very small opening in Zeus' metaphorical armor. And if he misses his mark ...

But this is Hermes. If anyone can wield that weapon effectively, it's him.

Some of the tense concern in Achilles' smile relaxes. "No, you won't fail. That clever mind has saved you before, and it will save you yet again. I know it."

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Hermes brushes some of Achilles' hair behind his ear, and says with perfect confidence, "It will. And I'll tell you all about it next time I'm here."

No one gets by on Olympus without learning how to fake confidence. And hey, if he can fake it enough, maybe he can will it to be certain. Gods have done stranger things.

But then Hermes' smile freezes. His eyes dart to the side, his ears perking, wings pinning themselves hard against his head as he takes in something Achilles can't sense.

"My sister's coming this way. Up, up--" Hermes pushes Achilles to get off the seat. Even for Hermes' famously friendly reputation, it'd be hard to explain away why he's snuggled so close to his chaperone alone in his chambers.

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And this is exactly why Achilles stopped himself from getting carried away earlier. It might as well be a recreation of his unveiling in Lycomedes' court for how abruptly the hero is on his feet, spear in hand.

He runs his tongue over his teeth and a hand over his mouth to catch any stray crumbs or fig juice. Despite this care, however, he still misses one tiny, orange down feather clinging like an ember in his curls.

He positions himself by the door—face stoic, posture vigilant—and awaits the goddess' knock.

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Hermes has no time to examine his lover, because he’s too busy straightening himself out—smooth the feathers, straighten the clothes, pull the plate towards himself and grab the wine goblet—

There are few people who would dare enter an Olympian’s quarters without knocking. But other Olympians will do it.

“Hermes?”

Athena says his name just before opening the door. Where Hermes’ aura is bright and uplifting, and Apollo’s is painfully radiant, Athena’s is stern and commanding. It’s not cold or unfeeling, but she carries dignity that seems inherent to her being.

Hermes, for his part, has already collected himself and he glances at her as he lifts his goblet to his mouth.

“You know, most people do this thing called knocking, sis,” he says dryly, sipping the wine as if that’s all he’s been doing.

“Do they now?” Athena says in the mild way of someone who knows what you’re saying and is choosing to ignore it. She frowns at the spread before Hermes, lips thinning. “Take care what you eat here, brother. They’ve served you pomegranates.”

“Sis, I work here. I’m suited to the food, I promise,” Hermes says, putting his wine aside and avoiding the question of whether pomegranates are actually a danger to surface dwellers as Persephone said. “Are you here for dinner company? I thought Zagreus was visiting you.”

Athena sighs through her nose. She moves to the chair across Hermes, but instead of sitting, she leans on the back of the chair. She’s restless, too restless to enjoy a meal.

“He was. And he asked some… difficult questions.”

Hermes sobers, leveling his sister with a serious (and sympathetic) look. “Which ones? There are so many he could ask.”

“He…” but then Athena remembers they’re not alone. She looks to Achilles, and she has the grace to look apologetic.

“Thank you for chaperoning my brother, Achilles, but we must have a private conversation. If you would…” but she trails off. Her eyes narrow ever so slightly. She approaches Achilles not unlike a general inspecting her troops.

And then she plucks a glowing orange feather from Achilles’ curls.

She looks at it. Her lips thin. Hermes manages to keep his expression even, but his shoulders tense and his wings pin tight against his head.

“I wasn’t aware you started growing feathers, Achilles,” she says, voice cold.

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Achilles is prepared to settle into the background like he usually does when in the presence of visiting gods—impossibly still, only speaking when spoken to, ready to attend to whatever needs arise. There could scarcely be a more significant departure from the headstrong prince he was among his mortal peers.

"Of course, Lady Athena." He's in the middle of rising from a deferential bow when he catches her chilling expression. From eyes like hers, Achilles has no choice but to freeze in place like a shew under the shadow of a stooping owl. So he stays when she approaches, and when the tiny feather comes into view, pinched between her fingers.

The tone in her voice and her frigid scrutiny are somehow magnitudes worse than Apollo's blindingly bright rage. Achilles' mind scrambles for some kind of excuse, but even if he grasped one, he could never hope to speak it convincingly. Nor could he bring himself to lie to the goddess who granted him so much favor in life.

He wishes Chaos would generously open a portal beneath him so he might plummet into the endless, primordial void. But Chaos is not so charitable today and leaves Achilles to his struggle.

"My lady, I—" is all he manages to stammer before he hazards a glance at Hermes. He's the one with the silver tongue and no compunctions about lying.

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Hermes only takes a beat to snap to it.

“‘Thena, stop staring him down, you’re going to give him a heart attack.” Hermes stands from the table, taking another glug of wine before walking over and casually tugging the feather from his sister’s grasp. “Very impressive considering his heart’s already stopped.”

Athena turns her frigid gaze on Hermes, arching a single eyebrow and waiting. Any wise man would quail under that gaze, but Hermes just rolls his eyes emphatically.

“If you must know, I hugged him.”

The one eyebrow arches further.

Hermes waves the feather for emphasis. “Sis, he’s the house guard. He greets me every time I have a message. And some people make friends with their coworkers, and actually get concerned when you’re missing for months. It’s great fun, you should try it.”

Athena’s eyes narrow. There’s still skepticism, but she doesn’t look quite so sure of herself anymore. “Brother, you can’t hug our uncle’s house guard. You’re an Olympian. It disrespects our uncle’s house.”

“Yes, hugs are famous for turning a man’s loyalty. Very insidious things, hugs are,” Hermes says dryly. Athena’s lips thin, but more tellingly, her nose wrinkles. For a moment, she looks like Hermes when he’s about to laugh, except she’s clearly holding it back. Hermes can tell he has the upper hand, and he playfully brushes the offending feather against his sister’s nose.

“Are you done being nosy now, dearest sister?”

Athena waves Hermes off with an exasperated sigh, looking back to Achilles.

“My brother’s affection hasn’t been unwelcome, has it, Achilles?”

There’s half genuine concern in her voice. She does have affection for Achilles, and she’s aware of how overwhelming her friendly little brother can be.

But there’s also a shade of suspicion. Athena knows that Hermes can lie to her. She also knows that Achilles can’t. And if this is a lie, she’s more likely to see it in her favored hero’s response than her little brother’s.

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Achilles' eyes move between the divine siblings. With two gods standing in it—low-key bickering in it—the room feels much smaller. But Hermes works the situation with all the ease Achilles hoped for. His hand loosens its anxious grip on the haft of his spear and he silently releases his held breath.

"No, Lady Athena, it's not unwelcome in the least," he replies, glad that he can say this with all honest confidence. He allows himself a modest smile and a polite nod to Hermes. "It's a great relief to see your brother well after his long absence."

Does Athena know his part in waking Hermes? Achilles has no clue. If she does, it would be up to certain of her siblings or Hermes himself to tell her. If she does know, will she begin to wonder? It would mark the second time Achilles has gone out of his way to help her brother.

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Athena’s gaze softens. No longer a swooping owl intent on prey, but one calmly surveying instead. But there’s still just a glimmer of suspicion in her eyes.

“I’m glad to hear it. My brother doesn’t always respect professional decorum.”

She glances at Hermes disapprovingly. He bats his eyes at her innocently with a “who, me?” expression.

Athena turns her gaze back to Achilles. “What has my brother said to you about his absence?”

Hermes takes a breath to speak, but Athena holds up a finger at him. “I want to hear Achilles speak.”

Hermes makes a face, thinning his lips. “‘Thena, you’re being ridiculous.”

Athena only acknowledges him with a light humming. She’s very used to her brother pulling fast ones, and she’s also very used to cutting him off before he can.

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"It's no trouble," Achilles assures Hermes, and keeps his face neutral as he turns to Athena. "Lord Hermes told me he met with his birth mother, and thereby came into contact with other relatives, some of whom have crossed Lord Zeus in the past. This greatly displeased your father, and so he punished Lord Hermes with eternal slumber."

He keeps the details vague, trying to estimate just how much Hermes might reveal to a friendly, mortal colleague. "Fortunately, he was able to wake from his sleep and has since been in hiding."

Achilles gives a respectful bob of his head and adds, "Forgive me if I speak out of turn, but I do hope this unfortunate matter is resolved so that Lord Hermes may resume his valuable work as a psychopomp. The Underworld suffers in his absence."

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Athena hums. Her eyes are too sharp, too intelligent. Like an owl that's spotted a rabbit in the snow.

"We all suffer in his absence, yes," she agrees softly. "Fear not speaking out of turn here, Achilles, son of Thetis. It seems that my little brother has already taken you into Olympian confidence."

She steps back from Achilles to give him breathing room, but her smile is thin when she favors Hermes with it. "Especially if he told you about his mother, when he wouldn't even tell me about her until after he woke."

If Hermes is discomfited by this, he doesn't show it. Instead, he shrugs and picks up his wine goblet, hiding his mouth with a long drink. "I don't tell you everything, sis. Are we going to talk about Zagreus or are you going to poke at my friends all day or night? Or we can just get more wine if you want to catch up with a favored hero."

Athena makes a dismissive gesture, her face smoothing out. "No, you're right. We have bigger issues at hand to discuss."

Athena's gaze lifts, not quite so intense, but not completely oblivious either. Hermes gives Achilles a polite smile. "Would you give us a moment, my good shade? Got to talk about family business, I'm sure you understand."

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Achilles winces internally at the misstep. She's right to wonder what makes a shade so special, "coworker" or no. The evidence is mounting, and he can't imagine this charade will fool the goddess of wisdom much longer. And if she can't abide Hermes hugging one of her uncle's servants, she probably won't be thrilled to learn they've gotten a good deal more informal than that ...

For now, Achilles is deeply grateful for an excuse to leave Athena's oppressive aura and get some fresh air. Or as fresh as it comes in the Underworld. "Of course, Lord Hermes, Lady Athena. I'll leave you to speak in confidence."

He gives a respectful salute with his spear and pushes open the heavy door. "Should you need anything, please call. I'll be posted at the end of the corridor." Before he fully closes it, he pauses and gives a knowing look. "And rest assured, if I see Prince Zagreus, I'll steer him well away."

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Athena gives Achilles a nod, something almost like a smile softening the edges of her eyes. "Thank you, Achilles. That would be helpful."

After the door is closed, the gods speak in hushed tones. There's no energy of convincing and negotiation as there was earlier with their uncle, but of quiet exchange of information.

Athena, despite giving Achilles a hard time, doesn't struggle to get into discussing issues with Zagreus. It's a grim conversation, but one approached by two siblings who respect each other's perspectives and who trust each other to want what's best for the family.

But the voices still get testy towards the end, the sound of two people arguing when neither of them are used to arguing. But the testiness dies away. Only one exchange escapes from the door--a soft, vulnerable, human, "I love you, Hermes. Never doubt that."

And then a gentle, "I never do. I love you too, sis."

After a while, Athena walks out of the door, heaving a grim sigh that for a moment makes her look more like an exhausted mother than a goddess.

But then her divine aura returns, her face smoothing and posture returning to rigid perfection. Her pace is clipped as she passes Achilles, but she pauses to offer him a courteous nod of the head.

"Thank you for standing guard, Achilles." She arches one eyebrow. "Do be mindful of any stray feathers in the future."

If it's a euphemism or just her chiding him for not being more conscientious about his appearance, it's not immediately obvious.

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Achilles' watch is not entirely uneventful. Half-way through the siblings' tête-à-tête, Zagreus silently rounds a corner. Not a word is exchanged between mentor and protégé, they simply make eye contact: Achilles slowly shakes his head, Zagreus frowns and turns back the way he came, leaving a trail of cooling, molten footprints in his wake. (How the lad ever thinks he can be sneaky when he leaves evidence like that, Achilles doesn't know.)

He hears the telltale change in tone that signals a conversation wrapping up and feels what? Embarrassed? To hear their affectionate words, especially from Athena. It's far from the first time he's heard gods speak so candidly with one another; his duties find him ignored like any fixture of the house. Standing watch outside closed doors like these, Achilles has heard hushed, loving words between Persephone and Zagreus, or even Persephone and Hades. It leaves him with a lingering film of guilt, like he's stolen their precious words out of the air.

And then Athena emerges, chasing shadows away to the furthest reaches of the hall with her very presence. Or maybe that's just how it seems to his bleary shade's eyes.

"Ah— ... I shall take greater care in future." He blinks back the fresh shock of shame at her warning and veers back into strict formality. "It's a pleasure, Lady Athena—the chance to serve you once again, if only for a moment."

Once the goddess is well out of sight, Achilles waits another dozen breaths before he returns to the door. He's not quite ready to drop protocol—not after what just transpired with Athena, or with Zagreus skulking about—and he gives it a gentle rap with his knuckle. "Lord Hermes? Would you still like my company?"

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Athena, before she leaves, inclines her head. Her mouth doesn't move, but the corners of her eyes soften, and there's sincerity in her eyes when she says, "The pleasure is mine, Achilles. Take care of my little brother."

And then she's gone. She has work to do, after all. And whether her parting words were a command for a guard or a plea to her brother's lover to her? She hasn't made it clear.

But when Achilles finally knocks on the door, Hermes doesn't answer verbally. Instead, he just opens the door himself. His eyes are tired, his wings drooping more than usual, but he leans against the threshold with his usual confidence nonetheless.

"What do you think?" he says softly. He waits for Achilles to step inside before closing the door, sighing and leaning his back against it like he'd just had a fistfight with Kronos.

"I know it's important for appearances, but I don't like it when you call me Lord," Hermes says, rubbing his face.

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"Forgive me—" This is pronounced less like an apology, more like a quiet acknowledgement. Then, as if to make up for it, he heaps every ounce of affection he can into two syllables: "Hermes."

Achilles notes the marked change from the bubbly god happily munching on sweets, and immediately wraps an arm around Hermes' shoulders. He coaxes his exhausted weight away from the door to lean against him instead.

"From what little I could hear, those words with your sister sounded fraught." He sets his spear aside yet again as he maneuvers Hermes to a seat. "Care to talk about it?"

Yes, he wants to help Hermes unburden himself, but Achilles is just as anxious to know about Zagreus' exchange with Athena. He might just have to give his student a proper reprimand.

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Hermes is all too happy to let his lover take him in his arms and guide him to sit. He heaves a heavy sigh, resting his cheek on Achilles’ shoulder.

“You know, I can fight with Ares all day and be merry as a clam after. Artemis is easy to get laughing, and Apollo doesn’t care what I do if I’m safe, and Dionysus never stays mad… but Athena just makes you feel rotten.” Hermes rubs his face again. “Because she’s almost always right, and she just wants what’s best for you, and she wants you to be better than your worst instincts and on and on—I hate it when we argue.”

It’s one of those rare situations where Hermes might be able to ‘win’ an argument and get what he wants, but he still feels terrible afterwards.

“Zagreus got under her skin. Talked about keeping secrets destroying his side of the family, and he doesn’t want to keep that tradition alive, that he has a right to make decisions about his place in the family, and he’s an adult and he can’t be sheltered forever and he’ll never come into his own if we don’t allow it—and he’s right, and she knows he’s right, but I say we should just do the wrong thing and keep him out of this so he can come into his own some other time with less risk of being vaporized.”

Also Hermes feels really weird being on the “keep the family member safe and sheltered” side against Athena’s “let them make their own choices even if we think we know better”. Usually the sides are switched.

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"Everyone wants to see the lad flourish, myself included. I know there's greatness in store for him." He reaches fingers into Persephone's cut flowers to unfurl the voluminous petals of a red peony, freeing it from where it was crushed among the surrounding blooms.

"But I agree with you. If things go to plan, there's precious little he can do to help." Achilles takes a solemn inhale as he lifts the half-empty amphora. "And if things take a turn for the worse, he's still at a grave disadvantage. He owes so much of his success to your family's generous boons.

"Yes, they've been enough to see him through the Underworld's challenges, but will he still hold his own in a war with established gods?" He pours a fresh cup of wine and offers it to Hermes. "There will be more forgiving times to cut his teeth."

Achilles settles back into his own seat, elbows on his knees, head hanging in thought. "I suppose your sister is accustomed to heroes; we need to be pushed to the brink of breaking if we hope to reach our full potential. Maybe she thinks Zagreus requires a similar trial by fire."

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"She's used to heroes. And she's used to Olympians." Hermes takes the cup of wine and drinks deeply. He takes a moment to admire the flowers, shifting close to Achilles to lean on him. "I was only two days old when I stole from my brother. If I'd been less charming or clever, it could have turned out very badly for me and my mum. Hephaestus spited Lady Hera for abandoning him by giving her a throne that forced her to stay in it until Dionysus got Hephaestus drunk and convinced him to release her, and that could have turned out very badly for him. Artemis demanded Pop's word early that he'd never force her to marry, and Apollo crossed I don't know how many gods chasing their daughters..."

Hermes flaps his hand in the air, some aborted gesture to help get his point across. "We all make legends by doing gutsy things we probably shouldn't. And the rest of us did it when we were younger and weaker than Zagreus. But even if we're being overprotective hypocrites, we've got to look out for our own skins too. You know how I feel about my Coz, but he's about as discrete as the Spartan army."

Hermes adores his baby cousin and sincerely thinks that Zagreus would take their side if he knew the full story, but Hermes also has a decent grasp of his skill set. Zagreus is best when the situation calls for interpersonal mediation or a lot of sword swinging, not when it calls for keeping his mouth shut about treason.

"We can all stop being overprotective hypocrites after we're done doing things that could land us in the depths of Tartarus, and he can make a legend picking a fight with gods that won't start a war over it."

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Achilles might feel a fatherly protectiveness for the prince, Achilles can be brought into the fold on these divine matters, but the fact remains: he's still only a tutor and a mortal servant of the House. Hermes is just a concerned cousin. "We can have opinions all we like, but the final say lies with his parents alone.

"And in this case, your uncle's stubbornness works in our favor. Lord Hades would never allow his son to become embroiled in Olympian matters, and while his disapproval has never stopped Zagreus, his mother's just might. The queen will surely have her own objections and the prince will feel their weight."

He shifts a hand to Hermes' knee and gives it an encouraging shake. "If we all make it through this, maybe you can find some legendary exploits for the lad? Something thoroughly challenging."

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"At least that's one thing Athena and I agreed on: no letting Zagreus in on this if we still want Uncle Hades to like us. As much as he likes any of his nieces and nephews, anyway."

And Hermes, while he does like to be a gadfly at times, would really like to stay in Hades' good graces at the moment.

Hermes sighs softly again, resting his chin on Achilles' shoulder. "Figuring out how to last on the surface should be legendary on its own. Then there are some minor gods drunk on power I'm sure he'd have fun convincing to behave. I'll think of something."

Hermes stretches his wings, fluffing them up and shaking them out. "She also needled me about decorum and respecting family politics and remembering I'm Olympian and what that means. That was fun, I'll tell you."

He feels like scolded child, which isn't fun when one is a grown adult god who can make his own choices, thank you, Athena.

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"Thank you." Anthesteria was one loophole for Zagreus. Achilles has to hope there's more, and he has a feeling the god clever enough to find them is sitting beside him. Otherwise, he can't imagine how restless the prince might become if he's trapped in the Underworld for all but a few nights a year. And what terrible insult to injury, to watch his cousins and aunts and uncles come and go as they please.

Achilles circles the ball of Hermes' knee with an index finger and sighs.

"I'm sorry about the feather. And the detail about your mother. I should have been more vigilant." Athena's words come back to him with a fresh twinge of embarrassment. Not for loving Hermes, no, but for being fool enough to think he could keep it from her.

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“No, don’t be sorry. It would have fooled any of my other siblings. She’s just the smartest one.” Hermes offers Achilles a wan smile. “And you did well enough that she’s not outright accusing us of anything, so I’d say it was very impressive.”

Especially for a man he knows isn’t suited for trickery. Hermes curls a finger in Achilles’ hair, sighing through his nose.

“She’s just… rigid. About class and placement and decorum and such. And love—I don’t know what it is about her, but she swore off romance and she’s had no trouble staying that way. She doesn’t really get it when the rest of us have relationships we shouldn’t.”

If he ever has to have a direct conversation with her about Achilles, it’ll be rough. ‘But the sex was amazing and then I fell in love’ doesn’t hold much weight to someone who has never been interested in either sex or love and doesn’t quite understand what the appeal is for everyone else.

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In many ways, Athena could not be more of Zeus' opposite. But could her zealous dedication to order and her rejection of perfectly normal passions make her an equally intractable ruler? Maybe. But right now, anything seems better than Zeus' egocentric chaos.

"I would expect nothing less from the goddess of wisdom. You and I—we've discussed it enough times before: romantic love can inspire us to great deeds and acts of loyalty. Or it can turn us into fools and villains. Paris brought ruin upon Troy. I massacred the Trojans." His face wavers in the tense space between a wistful smile and a pained frown. "Love is a beautiful and terrible madness."

Achilles wonders if Athena was surprised by his wild grief at Patroclus' death. How many heroes have been completely undone by love and the loss thereof? He can't be the first she's seen.

He finally manages a weak smile and bumps his shoulder against Hermes'. "Your sister must find Lady Aphrodite completely baffling."

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"Oh, they hate each other." Hermes barks a hoarse laugh, tucking his head in the crook of Achilles' shoulder. "Aphrodite can't get Athena to fall in love with a frog and Athena can't sway any mortals Aphrodite has bewitched. They're both completely ineffectual opposed to the other and it drives them mad."

Hermes is pretty sure that if it weren't for Athena's dedication to dignity and Aphrodite's savvy, the two of them would have torn each other's hair out long ago.

"Athena thinks it's all frivolous, but she's been forced to admit that even if Aphrodite's power doesn't affect her, it sure affects everyone else, so she's got to get used to it." Hermes reaches for Achilles' hand, squeezing it gently. "Once this is all over, and we're not in secret anymore, I'll take care of dealing with her. She'll come around."

Even if she doesn't understand romance, Athena does understand loving a person so much that it hurts. And Hermes can appeal to her love for him even if she thinks the relationship is categorically inappropriate.

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Achilles gives a short, breathy laugh when his suspicions are confirmed. He feels like he's been in equal thrall to both goddesses—his deep love for Patroclus on the one hand and his call to heroism and war-forged glory on the other—even as the sisters stood on opposite sides of the battle that devoured his life.

"I'm not opposed to explaining this to her myself." He looks down at their clasped hands and gives Hermes an answering squeeze. Athena's earlier fussing over her baby brother is top of mind. "Maybe it's easier to hear from the party she didn't raise from a babe."

Achilles can say this, but his stomach will still twist as he stands before Athena and tries to assemble a thoughtful, reasoned statement as to how and why Hermes has become so important to him. First as a god who shook him out of his vengeful cruelty. Then as a friend who delivered brightness to his afterlife—with smiles and jokes, conversation and stories from beyond the Underworld. Then as a trusted confidant with whom he could share his heart—with all the fears and ugliness it contains. And finally, as a lover to cherish and protect, even if it means defying the very Lord of Olympus.