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Hesiodos was many things: he was a lover of life, easy to laugh, who liked sex, music and alcohol and opiates. He danced, loved, told stories and his laughter was genuine all the time… but he was also a violent man, with a hot head that didn’t mind drawing blood because of slight insults. One of the pleasures he had in life was to fight – Dionysian mysteries often included drunken violence. Only few people stuck with him after seeing that side, and one of the reasons why he appreciated Neena like he did, was because while she didn’t like it, she wasn’t driven away by that.
Only when they were out, did Neena managed to get off his grip. He looked at her, and managed to see a nasty gash on his arm… gods dammit! It was painful, and he was sure that once the buzz of the alcohol wore off, it would hurt even more. But he needed to focus on other things, namely, the Colchians pursuing them.
Without thinking it twice, and completely trusting his friend, he followed her. He managed to stash Castor and Pollux on his sheaths, and once he did, he began to run like someone that has been chased for his misdeeds all the time. He jumped and ran, his Greek leather sandals protecting the soles of his feet, and his legs fast. He followed his friend, like he would follow her to Hades and back, until he saw her jump and climb into a building.
She didn’t have to ask him twice – he took his breath and jumped as well, climbing like he always did to get into the rooms of young girls and boys that fancied him, but whose doors were locked and guarded. As he did, blood dripped down his arm and into his face, but he managed to get there after her.
He panted, but they were safe. They remained silent as the pursuers ran bellow them, but upon not seeing them, they continued their way.
He offered Neena a smile, “Like old times, my dear.”
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Hesiodos was many things: he was a lover of life, easy to laugh, who liked sex, music and alcohol and opiates. He danced, loved, told stories and his laughter was genuine all the time… but he was also a violent man, with a hot head that didn’t mind drawing blood because of slight insults. One of the pleasures he had in life was to fight – Dionysian mysteries often included drunken violence. Only few people stuck with him after seeing that side, and one of the reasons why he appreciated Neena like he did, was because while she didn’t like it, she wasn’t driven away by that.
Only when they were out, did Neena managed to get off his grip. He looked at her, and managed to see a nasty gash on his arm… gods dammit! It was painful, and he was sure that once the buzz of the alcohol wore off, it would hurt even more. But he needed to focus on other things, namely, the Colchians pursuing them.
Without thinking it twice, and completely trusting his friend, he followed her. He managed to stash Castor and Pollux on his sheaths, and once he did, he began to run like someone that has been chased for his misdeeds all the time. He jumped and ran, his Greek leather sandals protecting the soles of his feet, and his legs fast. He followed his friend, like he would follow her to Hades and back, until he saw her jump and climb into a building.
She didn’t have to ask him twice – he took his breath and jumped as well, climbing like he always did to get into the rooms of young girls and boys that fancied him, but whose doors were locked and guarded. As he did, blood dripped down his arm and into his face, but he managed to get there after her.
He panted, but they were safe. They remained silent as the pursuers ran bellow them, but upon not seeing them, they continued their way.
He offered Neena a smile, “Like old times, my dear.”
Hesiodos was many things: he was a lover of life, easy to laugh, who liked sex, music and alcohol and opiates. He danced, loved, told stories and his laughter was genuine all the time… but he was also a violent man, with a hot head that didn’t mind drawing blood because of slight insults. One of the pleasures he had in life was to fight – Dionysian mysteries often included drunken violence. Only few people stuck with him after seeing that side, and one of the reasons why he appreciated Neena like he did, was because while she didn’t like it, she wasn’t driven away by that.
Only when they were out, did Neena managed to get off his grip. He looked at her, and managed to see a nasty gash on his arm… gods dammit! It was painful, and he was sure that once the buzz of the alcohol wore off, it would hurt even more. But he needed to focus on other things, namely, the Colchians pursuing them.
Without thinking it twice, and completely trusting his friend, he followed her. He managed to stash Castor and Pollux on his sheaths, and once he did, he began to run like someone that has been chased for his misdeeds all the time. He jumped and ran, his Greek leather sandals protecting the soles of his feet, and his legs fast. He followed his friend, like he would follow her to Hades and back, until he saw her jump and climb into a building.
She didn’t have to ask him twice – he took his breath and jumped as well, climbing like he always did to get into the rooms of young girls and boys that fancied him, but whose doors were locked and guarded. As he did, blood dripped down his arm and into his face, but he managed to get there after her.
He panted, but they were safe. They remained silent as the pursuers ran bellow them, but upon not seeing them, they continued their way.
He offered Neena a smile, “Like old times, my dear.”
As Hesiodos climbed, Neena bent low over the edge of the flat roof and took hold of his upper arm - the uninjured one - as she aided him up and over, just in time to crouch low as their pursuers ran into the street they had just vacated from. There was no need for Neena to press a finger to her lips for quiet or for Hesiodos to gesture for her to remain still. The two of them knew what they were doing from previous experience - both separate and together - and they each fell into a rehearsed habit of crouching silently, not looking over the edge as they simply listened to the footsteps running further on, continuing to look for them elsewhere.
As soon as the streets were quiet once more, they each stood and moved away from the edge of the roof top towards the middle of the building where they could stand at full height and still remain unseen. Hesiodos made a comment about it being like old times and Neena shot a scowl at him.
"The good and the bad." She agreed, her tone unimpressed. Yes, it was like old times but while the fun of his company, jokes and story-telling had been nostalgic and familiar, so too had the danger and difficulties that he produced through his eagerness to commit violence.
With a sigh and a disappointed shake of her head, Neena indicated for Hesi to step closer to her, holding out her hands in order to take a gasp of his arm and assess the damage that had been inflicted. She wasn't one to bang on about another person's mistakes - they could live the life they wanted but it was clear from her demeanour that she wasn't pleased.
"Take it off." She said, her fingers nipping and tugging at his clothing. "I'll check the wound."
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As Hesiodos climbed, Neena bent low over the edge of the flat roof and took hold of his upper arm - the uninjured one - as she aided him up and over, just in time to crouch low as their pursuers ran into the street they had just vacated from. There was no need for Neena to press a finger to her lips for quiet or for Hesiodos to gesture for her to remain still. The two of them knew what they were doing from previous experience - both separate and together - and they each fell into a rehearsed habit of crouching silently, not looking over the edge as they simply listened to the footsteps running further on, continuing to look for them elsewhere.
As soon as the streets were quiet once more, they each stood and moved away from the edge of the roof top towards the middle of the building where they could stand at full height and still remain unseen. Hesiodos made a comment about it being like old times and Neena shot a scowl at him.
"The good and the bad." She agreed, her tone unimpressed. Yes, it was like old times but while the fun of his company, jokes and story-telling had been nostalgic and familiar, so too had the danger and difficulties that he produced through his eagerness to commit violence.
With a sigh and a disappointed shake of her head, Neena indicated for Hesi to step closer to her, holding out her hands in order to take a gasp of his arm and assess the damage that had been inflicted. She wasn't one to bang on about another person's mistakes - they could live the life they wanted but it was clear from her demeanour that she wasn't pleased.
"Take it off." She said, her fingers nipping and tugging at his clothing. "I'll check the wound."
As Hesiodos climbed, Neena bent low over the edge of the flat roof and took hold of his upper arm - the uninjured one - as she aided him up and over, just in time to crouch low as their pursuers ran into the street they had just vacated from. There was no need for Neena to press a finger to her lips for quiet or for Hesiodos to gesture for her to remain still. The two of them knew what they were doing from previous experience - both separate and together - and they each fell into a rehearsed habit of crouching silently, not looking over the edge as they simply listened to the footsteps running further on, continuing to look for them elsewhere.
As soon as the streets were quiet once more, they each stood and moved away from the edge of the roof top towards the middle of the building where they could stand at full height and still remain unseen. Hesiodos made a comment about it being like old times and Neena shot a scowl at him.
"The good and the bad." She agreed, her tone unimpressed. Yes, it was like old times but while the fun of his company, jokes and story-telling had been nostalgic and familiar, so too had the danger and difficulties that he produced through his eagerness to commit violence.
With a sigh and a disappointed shake of her head, Neena indicated for Hesi to step closer to her, holding out her hands in order to take a gasp of his arm and assess the damage that had been inflicted. She wasn't one to bang on about another person's mistakes - they could live the life they wanted but it was clear from her demeanour that she wasn't pleased.
"Take it off." She said, her fingers nipping and tugging at his clothing. "I'll check the wound."
This was something they new quite well, like when he played music and he danced, on when they told stories together. There was an unspoken complicity between the two of them, in which they knew how to act when the situation required it… they trusted each other to death, plus they knew when their life was on the line.
The silence was like music to his ears, but as the dust settled, a singing pain crossed his arm, and he clenched his teeth. He moved as her, finally able to stand up, and his face contorted when he saw her scowl, “Good and bad, thick and thin”, he said, and didn’t try to say anything. He was not going to apologize – it would have been a lie, and an apology without change was just manipulation, and he was not going to do that with her. They both knew this was not the last time he got them into trouble.
His face turned serious, acknowledging that she was not pleased, as he stepped closer to her and offered his arm. There was a nasty gash where his shoulder meet his arm, and though it wasn’t deep enough for him to not to move his arm, it did look like it needed attention. That reminded him the reason why he often wore red clothes – no one would see the wine when he spilled it, and no one would see him bleed.
“Of course”, he said as he began to take the upper part of his tunic. They saw each other naked many times, even fully naked, so this was not unusual. In no time, he was bare chested to her, and she would have noticed that his athletic torso was covered in more scars than the last time they saw each other. Without saying anything else, he showed her arm to her, “How bad it is?”
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This was something they new quite well, like when he played music and he danced, on when they told stories together. There was an unspoken complicity between the two of them, in which they knew how to act when the situation required it… they trusted each other to death, plus they knew when their life was on the line.
The silence was like music to his ears, but as the dust settled, a singing pain crossed his arm, and he clenched his teeth. He moved as her, finally able to stand up, and his face contorted when he saw her scowl, “Good and bad, thick and thin”, he said, and didn’t try to say anything. He was not going to apologize – it would have been a lie, and an apology without change was just manipulation, and he was not going to do that with her. They both knew this was not the last time he got them into trouble.
His face turned serious, acknowledging that she was not pleased, as he stepped closer to her and offered his arm. There was a nasty gash where his shoulder meet his arm, and though it wasn’t deep enough for him to not to move his arm, it did look like it needed attention. That reminded him the reason why he often wore red clothes – no one would see the wine when he spilled it, and no one would see him bleed.
“Of course”, he said as he began to take the upper part of his tunic. They saw each other naked many times, even fully naked, so this was not unusual. In no time, he was bare chested to her, and she would have noticed that his athletic torso was covered in more scars than the last time they saw each other. Without saying anything else, he showed her arm to her, “How bad it is?”
This was something they new quite well, like when he played music and he danced, on when they told stories together. There was an unspoken complicity between the two of them, in which they knew how to act when the situation required it… they trusted each other to death, plus they knew when their life was on the line.
The silence was like music to his ears, but as the dust settled, a singing pain crossed his arm, and he clenched his teeth. He moved as her, finally able to stand up, and his face contorted when he saw her scowl, “Good and bad, thick and thin”, he said, and didn’t try to say anything. He was not going to apologize – it would have been a lie, and an apology without change was just manipulation, and he was not going to do that with her. They both knew this was not the last time he got them into trouble.
His face turned serious, acknowledging that she was not pleased, as he stepped closer to her and offered his arm. There was a nasty gash where his shoulder meet his arm, and though it wasn’t deep enough for him to not to move his arm, it did look like it needed attention. That reminded him the reason why he often wore red clothes – no one would see the wine when he spilled it, and no one would see him bleed.
“Of course”, he said as he began to take the upper part of his tunic. They saw each other naked many times, even fully naked, so this was not unusual. In no time, he was bare chested to her, and she would have noticed that his athletic torso was covered in more scars than the last time they saw each other. Without saying anything else, he showed her arm to her, “How bad it is?”
Neena's lips thinned in disapproval as Hesiodos refused to acknowledge the dangerous (and entirely unnecessary!) nature of his behaviour. Not that she was expecting an apology. Whilst his tendency to get into fights was one of the aspects of his personality that she wasn't such a fan of, his refusal to ever say anything that he didn't truly mean was a positive quality that sparked her highest approval. She wasn't about to chastise him for not breaking with that now.
But that didn't mean that she couldn't make it clear that she was annoyed. She was a woman after all.
When he acquiesced to her instructions and shrugged out of his tunic, the belted cinch at his waist held the outfit together across his thighs as his torso was laid bare. Her quick gaze and sharp memory noted a serious of scars that were knew since the last time she had had to doctor him up, or he had become too drunk to apparently require his clothing. There was little light but the moonlight up above but she could see well enough, used to peering through the darkness on street corners when she was left without a bed for the night.
Taking his arm in hand, Neena twisted the limb into the best light possible, the red of his blood looking black in the darkness and the slice to his flesh glistening white until the lunar shine.
Neena clucked her tongue against her teeth and made a hissing tsk, as she looked up at him with a stern glance. His response was to question how bad it was.
"You'll survive." She told him as a simple matter of course.
Reaching for the top half of his tunic that now hung around his waist, Neena withdrew her little knife - no bigger than her thumbnail (the 'weapon' had never ceased to amuse Hesiodos for its size) - and sliced at the lining of his dress. In seconds, she had a sleeve removed from the tunic and then was cutting down the arm to make a strip of fabric she could use to doctor the wound, all without his permission.
He'd been the one to get into a fight - she wasn't about to cut up her own dress for his sake.
"It doesn't need stitches." She told him, glancing close at the wound again, cloth hanging from her hand. "But it does need to be bound or you're going to keep bleeding."
With a quick and assured touch that did nothing to alleviate any pain - he deserved whatever he got - Neena stretched the fabric around Hesi's shoulder and upper chest, to secure the bandage in place, leaning in against him to wrap the piece around his back and up over his shoulder once more, focusing the tightness of the material over his cut.
When she was done, she tied it tight, pulling on the injury hard to ensure that she had stemmed the blood flow.
"There." She told him. "Now you won't die from your idiocy."
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Neena's lips thinned in disapproval as Hesiodos refused to acknowledge the dangerous (and entirely unnecessary!) nature of his behaviour. Not that she was expecting an apology. Whilst his tendency to get into fights was one of the aspects of his personality that she wasn't such a fan of, his refusal to ever say anything that he didn't truly mean was a positive quality that sparked her highest approval. She wasn't about to chastise him for not breaking with that now.
But that didn't mean that she couldn't make it clear that she was annoyed. She was a woman after all.
When he acquiesced to her instructions and shrugged out of his tunic, the belted cinch at his waist held the outfit together across his thighs as his torso was laid bare. Her quick gaze and sharp memory noted a serious of scars that were knew since the last time she had had to doctor him up, or he had become too drunk to apparently require his clothing. There was little light but the moonlight up above but she could see well enough, used to peering through the darkness on street corners when she was left without a bed for the night.
Taking his arm in hand, Neena twisted the limb into the best light possible, the red of his blood looking black in the darkness and the slice to his flesh glistening white until the lunar shine.
Neena clucked her tongue against her teeth and made a hissing tsk, as she looked up at him with a stern glance. His response was to question how bad it was.
"You'll survive." She told him as a simple matter of course.
Reaching for the top half of his tunic that now hung around his waist, Neena withdrew her little knife - no bigger than her thumbnail (the 'weapon' had never ceased to amuse Hesiodos for its size) - and sliced at the lining of his dress. In seconds, she had a sleeve removed from the tunic and then was cutting down the arm to make a strip of fabric she could use to doctor the wound, all without his permission.
He'd been the one to get into a fight - she wasn't about to cut up her own dress for his sake.
"It doesn't need stitches." She told him, glancing close at the wound again, cloth hanging from her hand. "But it does need to be bound or you're going to keep bleeding."
With a quick and assured touch that did nothing to alleviate any pain - he deserved whatever he got - Neena stretched the fabric around Hesi's shoulder and upper chest, to secure the bandage in place, leaning in against him to wrap the piece around his back and up over his shoulder once more, focusing the tightness of the material over his cut.
When she was done, she tied it tight, pulling on the injury hard to ensure that she had stemmed the blood flow.
"There." She told him. "Now you won't die from your idiocy."
Neena's lips thinned in disapproval as Hesiodos refused to acknowledge the dangerous (and entirely unnecessary!) nature of his behaviour. Not that she was expecting an apology. Whilst his tendency to get into fights was one of the aspects of his personality that she wasn't such a fan of, his refusal to ever say anything that he didn't truly mean was a positive quality that sparked her highest approval. She wasn't about to chastise him for not breaking with that now.
But that didn't mean that she couldn't make it clear that she was annoyed. She was a woman after all.
When he acquiesced to her instructions and shrugged out of his tunic, the belted cinch at his waist held the outfit together across his thighs as his torso was laid bare. Her quick gaze and sharp memory noted a serious of scars that were knew since the last time she had had to doctor him up, or he had become too drunk to apparently require his clothing. There was little light but the moonlight up above but she could see well enough, used to peering through the darkness on street corners when she was left without a bed for the night.
Taking his arm in hand, Neena twisted the limb into the best light possible, the red of his blood looking black in the darkness and the slice to his flesh glistening white until the lunar shine.
Neena clucked her tongue against her teeth and made a hissing tsk, as she looked up at him with a stern glance. His response was to question how bad it was.
"You'll survive." She told him as a simple matter of course.
Reaching for the top half of his tunic that now hung around his waist, Neena withdrew her little knife - no bigger than her thumbnail (the 'weapon' had never ceased to amuse Hesiodos for its size) - and sliced at the lining of his dress. In seconds, she had a sleeve removed from the tunic and then was cutting down the arm to make a strip of fabric she could use to doctor the wound, all without his permission.
He'd been the one to get into a fight - she wasn't about to cut up her own dress for his sake.
"It doesn't need stitches." She told him, glancing close at the wound again, cloth hanging from her hand. "But it does need to be bound or you're going to keep bleeding."
With a quick and assured touch that did nothing to alleviate any pain - he deserved whatever he got - Neena stretched the fabric around Hesi's shoulder and upper chest, to secure the bandage in place, leaning in against him to wrap the piece around his back and up over his shoulder once more, focusing the tightness of the material over his cut.
When she was done, she tied it tight, pulling on the injury hard to ensure that she had stemmed the blood flow.
"There." She told him. "Now you won't die from your idiocy."
He was aware that she was annoyed and upset at him – he had known her long enough to notice it in her facial expression, especially how did she thin her lips. He decided to not to say anything, because that could make it worse, and he was not going to make one of his best friends in the world angry. He also knew they would make up, or at least he hoped so… she has before, after all.
“Of course I will. Thus is my curse”, he replied with a soft chuckle, and let him doctor him up as she did many times before, and how he had done it to her when she required it – though admittedly, she was far better than him at it. He chuckled a bit at her small knife, with the memories of it, and didn’t say anything when she cut the strip of cloth… it would work, and his clothes could be mended, and he knew why she didn’t use her own clothes, and wasn’t going to berate her about it. Since she didn’t mention an infection, he knew he didn’t need further care.
“Excellent”, he replied to the news. He was glad the Colchian didn’t know what he was doing, otherwise the wound would have been worse and need stitching… and he didn’t dare go down the building like that. He pressed his lips as the cloth was tied thigh, but upon inspecting it, he saw that he could move his arm, although with some pain and discomfort. But he was going to live, and that was what mattered.
“No, and I won’t die thanks to you, my friend”, he said with a grateful smile, and pulled her close for a hug. He decided to also give her a kiss on the cheek, “I can count on you, always.”
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He was aware that she was annoyed and upset at him – he had known her long enough to notice it in her facial expression, especially how did she thin her lips. He decided to not to say anything, because that could make it worse, and he was not going to make one of his best friends in the world angry. He also knew they would make up, or at least he hoped so… she has before, after all.
“Of course I will. Thus is my curse”, he replied with a soft chuckle, and let him doctor him up as she did many times before, and how he had done it to her when she required it – though admittedly, she was far better than him at it. He chuckled a bit at her small knife, with the memories of it, and didn’t say anything when she cut the strip of cloth… it would work, and his clothes could be mended, and he knew why she didn’t use her own clothes, and wasn’t going to berate her about it. Since she didn’t mention an infection, he knew he didn’t need further care.
“Excellent”, he replied to the news. He was glad the Colchian didn’t know what he was doing, otherwise the wound would have been worse and need stitching… and he didn’t dare go down the building like that. He pressed his lips as the cloth was tied thigh, but upon inspecting it, he saw that he could move his arm, although with some pain and discomfort. But he was going to live, and that was what mattered.
“No, and I won’t die thanks to you, my friend”, he said with a grateful smile, and pulled her close for a hug. He decided to also give her a kiss on the cheek, “I can count on you, always.”
He was aware that she was annoyed and upset at him – he had known her long enough to notice it in her facial expression, especially how did she thin her lips. He decided to not to say anything, because that could make it worse, and he was not going to make one of his best friends in the world angry. He also knew they would make up, or at least he hoped so… she has before, after all.
“Of course I will. Thus is my curse”, he replied with a soft chuckle, and let him doctor him up as she did many times before, and how he had done it to her when she required it – though admittedly, she was far better than him at it. He chuckled a bit at her small knife, with the memories of it, and didn’t say anything when she cut the strip of cloth… it would work, and his clothes could be mended, and he knew why she didn’t use her own clothes, and wasn’t going to berate her about it. Since she didn’t mention an infection, he knew he didn’t need further care.
“Excellent”, he replied to the news. He was glad the Colchian didn’t know what he was doing, otherwise the wound would have been worse and need stitching… and he didn’t dare go down the building like that. He pressed his lips as the cloth was tied thigh, but upon inspecting it, he saw that he could move his arm, although with some pain and discomfort. But he was going to live, and that was what mattered.
“No, and I won’t die thanks to you, my friend”, he said with a grateful smile, and pulled her close for a hug. He decided to also give her a kiss on the cheek, “I can count on you, always.”
Hesiodos winced and shifted as she doctored his arm but Neena didn't gentle her touch and had it fastened tight quickly. She pursed her lips and drew the corners of her mouth back to reveal dimples in her cheeks; an expression of distaste at his laissez faire attitude to violence. There were many things she loved about her friend but his lack of consideration for his own health and the safety of those around him was not one of them.
When he commented on the fact that he wasn't about to die thanks to her efforts and drew her into a hug, Neena remained stiff to the hug but did at least raise her arms to return the gesture, even if it was robotic. He offered a kiss to her cheek and Neena then pulled back, shoving him playfully in the shoulder.
"Sure, and I can always count on you..." She told him, her frown dropping low. "... I can count on you to be an idiot when fights break out."
Taking a few steps away from him, Neena raised her hands to encompass the situation they were in, not to mention her own body.
"What would you do if it had been me that took that blade, not you?" She pointed a finger at him. "Hesi, at this rate, you're going to be the death of me. I'm gonna end up sliced and diced in some alley way somewhere because you couldn't keep your tongue in your mouth or your manhood in your tunic."
She placed her fists on her hips, daring him to tell her she was wrong. She wanted him to rethink his life a little, to rethink his actions. She knew it was probably a waste of time, but she wasn't about to let this go without at least a mini lecture on her part.
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Hesiodos winced and shifted as she doctored his arm but Neena didn't gentle her touch and had it fastened tight quickly. She pursed her lips and drew the corners of her mouth back to reveal dimples in her cheeks; an expression of distaste at his laissez faire attitude to violence. There were many things she loved about her friend but his lack of consideration for his own health and the safety of those around him was not one of them.
When he commented on the fact that he wasn't about to die thanks to her efforts and drew her into a hug, Neena remained stiff to the hug but did at least raise her arms to return the gesture, even if it was robotic. He offered a kiss to her cheek and Neena then pulled back, shoving him playfully in the shoulder.
"Sure, and I can always count on you..." She told him, her frown dropping low. "... I can count on you to be an idiot when fights break out."
Taking a few steps away from him, Neena raised her hands to encompass the situation they were in, not to mention her own body.
"What would you do if it had been me that took that blade, not you?" She pointed a finger at him. "Hesi, at this rate, you're going to be the death of me. I'm gonna end up sliced and diced in some alley way somewhere because you couldn't keep your tongue in your mouth or your manhood in your tunic."
She placed her fists on her hips, daring him to tell her she was wrong. She wanted him to rethink his life a little, to rethink his actions. She knew it was probably a waste of time, but she wasn't about to let this go without at least a mini lecture on her part.
Hesiodos winced and shifted as she doctored his arm but Neena didn't gentle her touch and had it fastened tight quickly. She pursed her lips and drew the corners of her mouth back to reveal dimples in her cheeks; an expression of distaste at his laissez faire attitude to violence. There were many things she loved about her friend but his lack of consideration for his own health and the safety of those around him was not one of them.
When he commented on the fact that he wasn't about to die thanks to her efforts and drew her into a hug, Neena remained stiff to the hug but did at least raise her arms to return the gesture, even if it was robotic. He offered a kiss to her cheek and Neena then pulled back, shoving him playfully in the shoulder.
"Sure, and I can always count on you..." She told him, her frown dropping low. "... I can count on you to be an idiot when fights break out."
Taking a few steps away from him, Neena raised her hands to encompass the situation they were in, not to mention her own body.
"What would you do if it had been me that took that blade, not you?" She pointed a finger at him. "Hesi, at this rate, you're going to be the death of me. I'm gonna end up sliced and diced in some alley way somewhere because you couldn't keep your tongue in your mouth or your manhood in your tunic."
She placed her fists on her hips, daring him to tell her she was wrong. She wanted him to rethink his life a little, to rethink his actions. She knew it was probably a waste of time, but she wasn't about to let this go without at least a mini lecture on her part.
At her push, he only smiled, “Well, if it isn’t me, then who will? Your life is more interesting with me in it”, he said playfully, but he knew she was still upset at him. He remained still, listening patiently as she spoke, reading into her body language, “I would have killed them all the same, because you know what I do to people that harm you. Remember that asshole in Cairo, years back?”, he asked.
But he had to admit, she had a point. Back then, he was younger, and reckless. Now, he was way older, but still reckless… but he tried to be wiser, and more civilized. He knew he was going to die at some point, and while he would fight to avoid it, he came to terms with it… but he couldn’t bear the thought of Neena dying, much less due to him. The sole thought made him shiver, and he tried to not to cry because of that.
He looked at the moon and took a deep breath, then sighed., and looked at her, “You’re right, Neena. And I’m sorry”, he said with a solemn tone. He placed a hand on his heart and another up high, “I told you that oaths in the name of Apollo are meant to be unbroken. He’s one of my gods. So, I swear on Apollo, that for your sake, I will be more careful. I will be more rational and control myself for your sake. I try to be better everyday, and this is a chance to do that, for you. I promise to the Sun god, and to you, Neena of the Zaire, one of my best friends in the world.”
He was not lying – not only because he swore to the god of truth, but because he never lied to his close friends. He knew he would slip, though... but he would not stop trying.
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At her push, he only smiled, “Well, if it isn’t me, then who will? Your life is more interesting with me in it”, he said playfully, but he knew she was still upset at him. He remained still, listening patiently as she spoke, reading into her body language, “I would have killed them all the same, because you know what I do to people that harm you. Remember that asshole in Cairo, years back?”, he asked.
But he had to admit, she had a point. Back then, he was younger, and reckless. Now, he was way older, but still reckless… but he tried to be wiser, and more civilized. He knew he was going to die at some point, and while he would fight to avoid it, he came to terms with it… but he couldn’t bear the thought of Neena dying, much less due to him. The sole thought made him shiver, and he tried to not to cry because of that.
He looked at the moon and took a deep breath, then sighed., and looked at her, “You’re right, Neena. And I’m sorry”, he said with a solemn tone. He placed a hand on his heart and another up high, “I told you that oaths in the name of Apollo are meant to be unbroken. He’s one of my gods. So, I swear on Apollo, that for your sake, I will be more careful. I will be more rational and control myself for your sake. I try to be better everyday, and this is a chance to do that, for you. I promise to the Sun god, and to you, Neena of the Zaire, one of my best friends in the world.”
He was not lying – not only because he swore to the god of truth, but because he never lied to his close friends. He knew he would slip, though... but he would not stop trying.
At her push, he only smiled, “Well, if it isn’t me, then who will? Your life is more interesting with me in it”, he said playfully, but he knew she was still upset at him. He remained still, listening patiently as she spoke, reading into her body language, “I would have killed them all the same, because you know what I do to people that harm you. Remember that asshole in Cairo, years back?”, he asked.
But he had to admit, she had a point. Back then, he was younger, and reckless. Now, he was way older, but still reckless… but he tried to be wiser, and more civilized. He knew he was going to die at some point, and while he would fight to avoid it, he came to terms with it… but he couldn’t bear the thought of Neena dying, much less due to him. The sole thought made him shiver, and he tried to not to cry because of that.
He looked at the moon and took a deep breath, then sighed., and looked at her, “You’re right, Neena. And I’m sorry”, he said with a solemn tone. He placed a hand on his heart and another up high, “I told you that oaths in the name of Apollo are meant to be unbroken. He’s one of my gods. So, I swear on Apollo, that for your sake, I will be more careful. I will be more rational and control myself for your sake. I try to be better everyday, and this is a chance to do that, for you. I promise to the Sun god, and to you, Neena of the Zaire, one of my best friends in the world.”
He was not lying – not only because he swore to the god of truth, but because he never lied to his close friends. He knew he would slip, though... but he would not stop trying.
Neena rolled her eyes at him when he determined that her life was more interesting with him in it. Sure. More interesting and far more dangerous. And apparently it was impossible to have the former without the latter tagging along to try and splash the canvas of experience with just a little more red...
When he mentioned the man in Cairo, Neena only raised her eyebrow. Because, while Hesiodos had indeed saved her from a man who was just a little too free with his hands and unfortunately built like an ox (else she would have been able to handle him herself), she had told him off then for his violence too. Determining that, if he wasn't careful, he was going to get himself killed for her sake. Now she was arguing the opposite. Either way, violence was always too quick and easy a resort for Hesiodos and she shuddered to think how many more scars he might have upon their next meeting.
Standing with her profile to him, glancing at him with a judging eye and folding her arms in a display of classical 'irritated female', Neena was prepared to just sulk for a half hour to convince him of her annoyance and then let it go. She was not one to hold grudges and she certainly wasn't one to tell people how to live their lives - given that she tended to break all rules of civility herself. The only reason she took to chastising Hesi was because he was her friend and she didn't want to see him end up dead somewhere. Her own safety wasn't really a concern - she had just used that to prove her point. If he was willing to be more careful to protect her from harm, why wasn't he willing to do it to protect himself from the same?
The last thing she expected, however, was for Hesiodos to take her seriously and offer an apology. As well as a vow to attempt to adjust his behaviour.
Neena was no fool. And she wasn't a taskmaster either. She knew that such habits were hard to break and Hesiodos' adrenaline-chasing ways weren't about to change with the click of a pair of fingers. She wasn't expecting him to become a new man in a moment - she liked the man that he was. She just wanted him to be a little more careful, so that that man might live a little longer.
After her friend had finished his vow, Neena stood still for a moment, disapproval still on her face, deliberately making him nervous, until her features broke out into a small and she pumped her closed fist against his uninjured shoulder. It was a simple and wordless gesture of forgiveness and a determination to move on.
"Fine. Buy all our drinks next time and I'll call it even." She agreed, before curling her legs into a cross and plonking herself down onto the flat roof top. She fell backwards, legs still crossed and her back now resting on the stone as well, as she looked up at the stars. The Bedoan people had their own names for the combinations of bright lights in the sky whilst the Judeans had others. Egypt had their own and so did Greece - which was of course the constellations that Hesiodos believed in.
"Come..." She said, with the patting of her hand beside her. "Let's put it behind us and argue about the stars again." She said, a grin on her face as she drew them into a conversation of friendly disagreement, her arm extended to the sky and pointing out the combinations she knew from all over the known world.
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Neena rolled her eyes at him when he determined that her life was more interesting with him in it. Sure. More interesting and far more dangerous. And apparently it was impossible to have the former without the latter tagging along to try and splash the canvas of experience with just a little more red...
When he mentioned the man in Cairo, Neena only raised her eyebrow. Because, while Hesiodos had indeed saved her from a man who was just a little too free with his hands and unfortunately built like an ox (else she would have been able to handle him herself), she had told him off then for his violence too. Determining that, if he wasn't careful, he was going to get himself killed for her sake. Now she was arguing the opposite. Either way, violence was always too quick and easy a resort for Hesiodos and she shuddered to think how many more scars he might have upon their next meeting.
Standing with her profile to him, glancing at him with a judging eye and folding her arms in a display of classical 'irritated female', Neena was prepared to just sulk for a half hour to convince him of her annoyance and then let it go. She was not one to hold grudges and she certainly wasn't one to tell people how to live their lives - given that she tended to break all rules of civility herself. The only reason she took to chastising Hesi was because he was her friend and she didn't want to see him end up dead somewhere. Her own safety wasn't really a concern - she had just used that to prove her point. If he was willing to be more careful to protect her from harm, why wasn't he willing to do it to protect himself from the same?
The last thing she expected, however, was for Hesiodos to take her seriously and offer an apology. As well as a vow to attempt to adjust his behaviour.
Neena was no fool. And she wasn't a taskmaster either. She knew that such habits were hard to break and Hesiodos' adrenaline-chasing ways weren't about to change with the click of a pair of fingers. She wasn't expecting him to become a new man in a moment - she liked the man that he was. She just wanted him to be a little more careful, so that that man might live a little longer.
After her friend had finished his vow, Neena stood still for a moment, disapproval still on her face, deliberately making him nervous, until her features broke out into a small and she pumped her closed fist against his uninjured shoulder. It was a simple and wordless gesture of forgiveness and a determination to move on.
"Fine. Buy all our drinks next time and I'll call it even." She agreed, before curling her legs into a cross and plonking herself down onto the flat roof top. She fell backwards, legs still crossed and her back now resting on the stone as well, as she looked up at the stars. The Bedoan people had their own names for the combinations of bright lights in the sky whilst the Judeans had others. Egypt had their own and so did Greece - which was of course the constellations that Hesiodos believed in.
"Come..." She said, with the patting of her hand beside her. "Let's put it behind us and argue about the stars again." She said, a grin on her face as she drew them into a conversation of friendly disagreement, her arm extended to the sky and pointing out the combinations she knew from all over the known world.
Neena rolled her eyes at him when he determined that her life was more interesting with him in it. Sure. More interesting and far more dangerous. And apparently it was impossible to have the former without the latter tagging along to try and splash the canvas of experience with just a little more red...
When he mentioned the man in Cairo, Neena only raised her eyebrow. Because, while Hesiodos had indeed saved her from a man who was just a little too free with his hands and unfortunately built like an ox (else she would have been able to handle him herself), she had told him off then for his violence too. Determining that, if he wasn't careful, he was going to get himself killed for her sake. Now she was arguing the opposite. Either way, violence was always too quick and easy a resort for Hesiodos and she shuddered to think how many more scars he might have upon their next meeting.
Standing with her profile to him, glancing at him with a judging eye and folding her arms in a display of classical 'irritated female', Neena was prepared to just sulk for a half hour to convince him of her annoyance and then let it go. She was not one to hold grudges and she certainly wasn't one to tell people how to live their lives - given that she tended to break all rules of civility herself. The only reason she took to chastising Hesi was because he was her friend and she didn't want to see him end up dead somewhere. Her own safety wasn't really a concern - she had just used that to prove her point. If he was willing to be more careful to protect her from harm, why wasn't he willing to do it to protect himself from the same?
The last thing she expected, however, was for Hesiodos to take her seriously and offer an apology. As well as a vow to attempt to adjust his behaviour.
Neena was no fool. And she wasn't a taskmaster either. She knew that such habits were hard to break and Hesiodos' adrenaline-chasing ways weren't about to change with the click of a pair of fingers. She wasn't expecting him to become a new man in a moment - she liked the man that he was. She just wanted him to be a little more careful, so that that man might live a little longer.
After her friend had finished his vow, Neena stood still for a moment, disapproval still on her face, deliberately making him nervous, until her features broke out into a small and she pumped her closed fist against his uninjured shoulder. It was a simple and wordless gesture of forgiveness and a determination to move on.
"Fine. Buy all our drinks next time and I'll call it even." She agreed, before curling her legs into a cross and plonking herself down onto the flat roof top. She fell backwards, legs still crossed and her back now resting on the stone as well, as she looked up at the stars. The Bedoan people had their own names for the combinations of bright lights in the sky whilst the Judeans had others. Egypt had their own and so did Greece - which was of course the constellations that Hesiodos believed in.
"Come..." She said, with the patting of her hand beside her. "Let's put it behind us and argue about the stars again." She said, a grin on her face as she drew them into a conversation of friendly disagreement, her arm extended to the sky and pointing out the combinations she knew from all over the known world.
Hesiodos knew Neena enough to know she would not remain angry at him, and was just annoyed at the moment. She was not going to hold a grudge to him because of what happened – otherwise, they wouldn’t have had such a friendly encounter mere minutes earlier. But the bard did that oath for her sake, mostly, because he would never forgive himself if she got seriously harmed because of him… it was luck that the only one harmed because of such sillyness was him, and that’s how he got all the scars on his body.
He loved her; she was one of the people he loved the most in the whole world, and that has never been a secret. So when she punched his shoulder, he smiled, understanding the gesture, and almost laughing at her terms, “Sounds good! I’ll add some opium as well, just for good measure”, he said cheerfully. He knew he had a long way to go to improve, but he knew he could do anything for her.
He lied down next to her, still half-undressed, as they looked at the stars, like they did before. They used to spend hours like this when travelling, just looking at the night sky and telling each other stories… those were the moments he missed the most. And doing it again brought him no small amount of joy. His hand extended and he said, “Look! That’s Gemini! Did I ever tell you about the story of Castor and Pollux…?”
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Hesiodos knew Neena enough to know she would not remain angry at him, and was just annoyed at the moment. She was not going to hold a grudge to him because of what happened – otherwise, they wouldn’t have had such a friendly encounter mere minutes earlier. But the bard did that oath for her sake, mostly, because he would never forgive himself if she got seriously harmed because of him… it was luck that the only one harmed because of such sillyness was him, and that’s how he got all the scars on his body.
He loved her; she was one of the people he loved the most in the whole world, and that has never been a secret. So when she punched his shoulder, he smiled, understanding the gesture, and almost laughing at her terms, “Sounds good! I’ll add some opium as well, just for good measure”, he said cheerfully. He knew he had a long way to go to improve, but he knew he could do anything for her.
He lied down next to her, still half-undressed, as they looked at the stars, like they did before. They used to spend hours like this when travelling, just looking at the night sky and telling each other stories… those were the moments he missed the most. And doing it again brought him no small amount of joy. His hand extended and he said, “Look! That’s Gemini! Did I ever tell you about the story of Castor and Pollux…?”
Hesiodos knew Neena enough to know she would not remain angry at him, and was just annoyed at the moment. She was not going to hold a grudge to him because of what happened – otherwise, they wouldn’t have had such a friendly encounter mere minutes earlier. But the bard did that oath for her sake, mostly, because he would never forgive himself if she got seriously harmed because of him… it was luck that the only one harmed because of such sillyness was him, and that’s how he got all the scars on his body.
He loved her; she was one of the people he loved the most in the whole world, and that has never been a secret. So when she punched his shoulder, he smiled, understanding the gesture, and almost laughing at her terms, “Sounds good! I’ll add some opium as well, just for good measure”, he said cheerfully. He knew he had a long way to go to improve, but he knew he could do anything for her.
He lied down next to her, still half-undressed, as they looked at the stars, like they did before. They used to spend hours like this when travelling, just looking at the night sky and telling each other stories… those were the moments he missed the most. And doing it again brought him no small amount of joy. His hand extended and he said, “Look! That’s Gemini! Did I ever tell you about the story of Castor and Pollux…?”