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Achilles, son of Peleus ([personal profile] heelies) wrote2016-03-20 10:36 pm

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[personal profile] winces 2016-10-02 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she supposes she should be happy. after her talk with lloyd, olivia had come to view these gifts with more openness, more optimism. it is a sign that the seniors have come to find her not only capable of such power, but worthy of it, too. it speaks to their trust in her, and such responsibility she would never consider lightly.

but even now, hours after the incidents, olivia can still feel the remnants of that power in the stiffness of her bones, the ache in her muscles. her heart feels heavy with the ghost of other people's emotions, but it is all so muddled and messy that in her exhaustion she can't even begin to piece together which are her own. ]


I was given empathy, [ she explains quietly, and somehow putting it to voice makes the situation that much more laughable for her. give the woman who cries over lone strawberries on a plate the power of empathy — surely that was a good idea.

she sighs heavily, slowly lifting the blanket back up to cover her head once more. ]


I'm so tired...
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[personal profile] winces 2016-10-08 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ for a moment, olivia is tempted to merely leave it at that, and let the halcyon nature of the atmosphere soothe her tumultuous mind. it is tempting, especially now that he joins her here in her small refuge, playful and innocent enough that she very nearly forgets there is cause for worry...

but not even olivia's mind, it seems, could take it easy on her. ]


I think... [ her own voice is soft in its contemplation, but there is a heaviness to her words that imply it is not a thought she is taking lightly, and instead one she might have worried over for some time now. ]

I think maybe it's punishment. [ feeling as low as she is now, she cannot think of any other reason. and indeed it is in her nature to always look a little too inward in these matters, and thus the blame should naturally fall on her. ]

I think maybe I've been too caught up in my own happiness, and this power is to remind me to remember there are others that matter, too.
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[personal profile] winces 2016-10-10 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ even without the tiny flare of emotion courtesy of her new empathy powers, olivia can hear his impatience trickling into the gravelly tone of his voice that she has come to consider a large part of her mornings these days. it makes her wince a bit in guilt, that such dark thoughts of hers could aggravate him so, and she hastens to push them down lest it bother him further. she normally wouldn't have even voiced them... but it had been early, and she had been weak. ]

Right... You're right, [ she says, in a tone he might recall as one of soothing, as if he were the one in need of it this morning. she attempts to lighten her tone, affecting it with a note of quiet laughter. ]

I'm being silly, I guess... I don't know what I was thinking.
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[personal profile] winces 2016-10-13 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she is grateful, then, that he cannot see her face. see how this, too, is like a strike against her heart, for she worries now that she has done wrong in assuming she's done wrong, but truthfully this is a problem of hers that he is not made to have to handle. she knows her mind can be her worst enemy at times, and she is grateful that he can so calmly remind her of this... even in such indirect ways.

and so she swallows back another apology, nodding instead to acquiesce to his reassurances. ]


I guess... sometimes it's just easier to blame myself, [ she confesses, her voice small once again. she recalls her friend panne, who so coolly encouraged her to stop seeking out her failures, all in the hopes of numbing the pain when it comes. ]
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[personal profile] winces 2016-10-20 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it has become instinct for her, at this point. to turn everything inward, indulging in a strange form of narcissism that seeks to bring down instead of boosting up. she has never fully understood this part of her, though to be fair she hasn't really devoted any time to trying to in the first place. for olivia, it has simply always been this way, and as such, become too natural to contest.

but in his words she finds a comfort she had not been brave enough to offer herself. it brings about the a small smile to her lips, far more genuine than any other she has had since waking. this smile she buries against his bare chest, though he should feel the familiarity of their curve. ]


Do you really think so...?

[ her voice is small, but imploring. where some might think her selfless, or humble, it is more the truth that she constantly seeks these forms of validation. to hear them come so easily from achilles feels a gentle blessing that makes heavy her limbs. she shifts to curl even closer against him, that he might feel how warm it makes her. ]
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[personal profile] winces 2016-10-20 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she tries to take his words to heart. lets her eyes close, and her mind focus. she hears the steady beat of his heart, just as he'd said. and there, amidst the measured rhythm, the feeling he had promised, too — like a low hum in the depths of her chest, reverberating and warming. she lets it overtake her for a moment, like the very sheet that covers them both, she drowns herself in it, breathes it all in.

by the time he brings up the lyre, there is a lightness to her mind that is both relaxing and distracting. it is easy for her to laugh now, the sound itself a soft melody like twinkling bells in the wind. ]


I can't think of a better way to wake up, [ she agrees, around a smile so full. ]
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[personal profile] winces 2016-10-23 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ if anyone were to think his performance only begins at the first pluck of a lyre string, they would be dead wrong. he is a man who knows himself and his assets; it's clear in the way he puts on a show for her when he meanders about the small room, shame a burden the gods saw fit to relieve him of.

like a true artist, olivia cannot help but admire his beauty, the almost ethereal way his form cuts an image so soft yet so imposing still. she delights in the curvature of his muscles, how they tense and flex with every little movement he makes. her eyes make a trail over his form that she has indulged in many times before, yet has still never grown tired of. by the time he finally reclaims a spot on the bed by her feet, she has propped herself up on an elbow, laying on her side with the sheet draped over her figure just enough to keep as decent as he is, but in her eyes is a look much appreciative, and between her teeth is a lower lip she'd caught to keep less proper thoughts to herself. ]


Is there anything about you I can dislike? [ she muses in the same teasing lilt he takes on. ] If there is, I haven't found it yet, and I doubt I will this morning.
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[personal profile] winces 2016-11-03 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she recognizes the story instantly, prompting a warmth to spread across her cheeks, making the curvature of her lips soft and tender. ]

Your voice never ceases to put me at ease, my love, [ she hums when the last note of his song peters off into the cool morning air. she shudders, but she cannot say if it is because of the song, or the winter lingering behind their window. still, she does not think to draw the blanket higher over her body, leaving her just covered enough to be decent.

slowly, her hand slips down to cross the small space between them, finding the curve of his knee, settling just a little above it. should he look, there in her eyes would be an offer of a solution for the cooling air, but it is not one she is quite so bold enough to put a voice to. at least not yet.

instead, she draws her lower lip between her teeth, and hopes he is as keen to subtlety as he is to directness. ]