12 Works in Helen/Paris (Greek and Roman Mythology)
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Giving What is Due In Accordance with Her Nature by fresne for marketchippie
Greek and Roman Mythology
2 May 2013
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Shimmering Helen picked up her bow and her arrows. She set off on the road of night. She came to a crossroads. She acted in accordance with her nature.
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You got it in your bones and blood, yeah, you’re realer than real ever was.
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- Part 4 of Americana
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For some time now, Helen was having this strange images about an age she didn't even know. But everything just explode when she meets Paris.
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"I will make you live forever.”
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Two Brothers, Two Weddings, Two Partings by lnhammer for myhappyface
The Iliad - Homer, Greek and Roman Mythology
19 Dec 2012
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Once, they celebrated marriages. Later, their wives would mourn. In between, all Hector wants now is for Paris to leave Helen's chambers and return to the battle he started.
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An apple is found at a wedding. Everyone knows what has to happen now. || or, the Trojan War in twenty-one parts.
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My name wasn’t always Helen. When I was born, I was Gabby. But when I turned four, they changed my name to Helen. Like Helen of Troy. For the obvious reasons.
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- 1/1
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- 1
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Hector is indeed all things to all people.
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- Part 13 of Sons of Troy
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- 5,424
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- 1/1
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- 3
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- 183
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A battle for Helen. This is more Iliad fic than it is Troy fic, as the Gods do not figure prominently in the film. But whatever - that's what fanfic is for.
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- 1,332
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κάλλος τε καὶ ὕπνος-- Beauty and Sleep by kouredios for ghinry
Greek Mythology, Fairy Tales & Related Fandoms, The Iliad - Homer
8 Dec 2010
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So beautiful. The most beautiful. No one else more beautiful. It was a lie.
The night he pierces me with his spindle, I fall asleep. The wall of thorns grows up again around me. I sleepwalk through this new life, through all the duties of a good Akhaian wife. I weave, I spin, I press the olives into oil, I submit to my husband, and I sleep through it all. The household around me may as well be frozen in time for all that I interact with it.
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No man had ever spoken of passion to Helen, and all that she knew of such words she had overheard, or learned from songs; the glory of being called beautiful in tones not of cool reason but burning emotion overwhelmed her entirely.
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Helen, a modern rendition.