Title: I Will Follow
Author: Del Rion
Fandom: Alexander the Great (movie)
Genre: Drama, Romance
Rating: T / FRT
Characters: Alexander, Hephaistion
Summary: Movie-fic. Love and loyalty. Right and wrong. There are many ways to love, but which of them is right?
Warnings: Violence, mentioning/hints of slash
Beta: Kitt of Lindon (thank you!)
Disclaimer: None of the characters or places belong to me, but to the history and Intermedia Films.
Feedback: Yes, please, be so kind! Please review, I would love to know your opinion.
About I Will Follow: My first Alexander fic. A short portray to the emotions between Alexander and Hephaistion, whose feelings for each other were so much more than mere companionship and loyalty.
No real point here, but I just had to get it done. =)
Chapters and their status: Here below you see the writing process of the story's chapters. If there is no text after the chapter's name, then it is finished and checked (until someone of my dear readers points me out some mistake, or I will do some updating…) so, check this page, because here I will mark the dates of the updates…
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"When men lie together in lust, it is a surrender to the passions, and does nothing for the excellence in us. Nor does any other excess, Cassander, jealousy among them," Aristotle looked pointedly at the youngster, and then again turned to look at Alexander before him. "But when men lie together and knowledge and virtue pass between them, that is pure and excellent. When they compete to bring out the good and the best in each other, this is the love between men that can build the city state and lift us from our frog pond."
Alexander smiled at his teacher, letting these words sink into his heart. This is the kind of love that heroes like Achilles and Patroclus shared: pure and excellent. At his side, Alexander felt Hephaistion shift as the other boy kept writing down Aristotle's words. Alexander turned his head slightly, watching the dark haired youth beside him. Hephaistion had his entire focus on the old man's words, and Alexander was able to watch the other in secret for a long while. He liked to watch Hephaistion. And if he couldn't watch him, just to be near the other boy was enough. Alexander thought he was beginning to understand what he felt, but yet he felt unsure. Love for another seemed to be a serious, deep thing. Shaking his head, the prince focused on Aristotle's words again.
Hephaistion shifted again, his arm brushing against Alexander's as he raised his blue eyes from the parchment. Throwing Alexander a quick smile, he kept listening the speech of Aristotle.
The lesson ended soon, and the children sprang up, running down the hill with all their speed. Hephaistion stayed behind, soon noticing that Alexander was walking beside him. Together they walked in silence, a lazy summer wind playing with their clothing.
"What do you make of it?" Hephaistion said at last, glancing at the papers his carried in his arms. "What was the love between Achilles and Patroclus like?"
Alexander looked at his friend, his eyes shining. "Did you even listen what Aristotle told us?" he teased.
Hephaistion lowered his head, biting his lip. He halted, looking at his papers again. "Pure and excellent. But how can you know which is which? What if you do something wrong…" he fell silent, reading through the lines over and over again.
Alexander walked to his friend, placing a hand upon Hephaistion's shoulder. "Maybe you know when the time comes."
Hephaistion raised his head, his eyes meeting Alexander's. "But what if… I mean, there may never be such a chance…" he stammered, his eyes darting to the side.
Alexander smiled, dodging his head slightly to catch Hephaistion's stare again. "Do not be afraid, Hephaistion. You could never do wrong." Blue eyes blinked, uncertainty in them. "Do you trust me, Hephaistion?" Alexander asked, his eyes serious. Hephaistion nodded without hesitation. "Then believe me," Alexander smiled, starting down along the path again. His eyes swept across the horizon, and he looked at Hephaistion again as the other reached his side. "One day, I shall go and travel beyond horizon. I will see what lays there, far away in the east, where no one else but heroes of the myths have walked."
"It is very far away, Alexander," Hephaistion said, also looking at the horizon.
"It is…" Alexander breathed, not seeing that as an obstacle.
"And when you go," Hephaistion said quietly, "I will follow."
Alexander turned to look at Hephaistion, wonder upon his face. But Hephaistion's blue eyes were serious and full of promise. Alexander smiled, nodding his head. "I am glad. One day, Hephaistion, we will travel places no other has seen before."
Hephaistion smiled, more to the dreamy look upon Alexander's face than his word. Alexander always made him feel like that. He stirred him like no other. Wherever Alexander would choose to go, he would follow, as long as Alexander would want him to.
They walked ahead again, Alexander no longer speaking about travelling to far lands. After a minute, Alexander picked up a stick lying beside the road, swinging it before Hephaistion playfully. Hephaistion stopped, looking for another wooden weapon. He didn't find any, to his disappointment, and turned back to Alexander. "It seems, my mighty Achilles, that I am without a weapon," he laughed.
Alexander halted, drawing a line to the sand with his stick. He raised his head, looking at Hephaistion. The brown eyes were suddenly nervous and very serious, as if he was about to reveal some kind of great secret that he had 'till then held in his heart and told to none. "I would like you to know that I –"
"Alexander! Hephaistion! Hurry!" came a shout from below, and they saw Ptolemy standing on the road, beckoning at them.
"I know, Alexander," Hephaistion whispered, brushing against Alexander's arm as he passed by the prince. Alexander looked after him, his face disappointed as he ran after his friend, for once wishing he could have had one moment in peace and alone with Hephaistion.
to be continued…