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Who: Achilles and Neoptolemus
What: Father and son meet for the first time...
When: Tuesday afternoon
Where: New York streets/passing by? (I'm very uncreative right now...)
Warnings: Hard to say...

Achilles had not been in the limelight for a year, but there were times he was still recognized in the street. He had decided to take a break from directing and acting to focus on himself (true to the nature of a worthy hero). The script he had been writing on and off for years finally took a different turn towards a novel which felt more comfortable. It was the right spear in hand to drive forward.

He still couldn't shake that feeling that something else was looming in the air. It agitated him greatly. There was an unseen confrontation coming because he felt his blood boil. He felt the need to seek it out as he left the quiet corner of the coffee shop outside to the streets.It was when he was shoved into by a passerby, grabbing the boy's arm in reaction that he felt that uneasiness come to rest. He didn't know the boy, but something struck him, an arrow hitting its target the moment they made contact.

"Excuse yourself," Achilles said roughly as if the youth today should have more manners than they did. It bothered him they had no respect for anyone including themselves.

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It was a starting point when the boy didn't make a move and kept his cool. Achilles however was still reeling. His glare was a heavy one showing little emotion towards Neoptolemus that wasn't pure rage.

"I do not wish to make an enemy of you, Neoptolemus." If his son thought he was greater than his own father he was gravely mistaken. "You have no idea what you're asking for by threatening me. Continue talking down to me and you will see my wrath."

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Nothing in Neoptolemus' face even remotely suggested he felt guilty about his words, but there was rarely a thing he did feel guilty about. His father had a lot of pride, as did he, and when two prides clashed, evidently someone had to bleed. He'd done the bleeding this time, but the next time his father struck him, he wouldn't resist a flying fist of his own.

Arrogance flashed in his eyes. "Will I?"

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If this was a test as to who would come out of this alive, Achilles was seriously debating on wiping the floor with his own son's blood. It wouldn't show the greater good of his character, but it would make him feel better. He didn't like arrogance flashed in his face like that. Not when he demanded more respect than this.

Achilles didn't say a word, his own eyes flashing a warning.

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For some moments, not a word was uttered, the tension simmering between them all that needed to be said. All those promises and threats-- they were written in each other's eyes, the unspoken challenge reflecting there. I dare you. The tension was enough to blow up half of the city, but rather than allowing it to linger (as this had gone on much too long), Neoptolemus snorted.

"We'll see." With one last swipe of his bloodied mouth with his tongue, the boy shifted to move past Achilles. "Always a pleasure, father."

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"Next time I will not be so kind." He made sure at the shove he stood as solid rock, a wall for Neoptolemus to get past. This was not an easy reunion in many ways. The future between them was uncertain.

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Kind. His father thought he was being kind. Neoptolemus supposed not beating him into the asphalt was kind enough. Better to say that he was withholding himself with a great amount of willpower. The thought could've been amusing, but he'd long accepted the stories of Achilles. If there was anyone in this world who could break him, it was his father.

He didn't smile, but oh, how those eyes glittered with a challenge. "I look forward to it," he offered in return as he angled himself out of the way, moving beyond the other man and away from the tension that had built up between them.

Maybe it hadn't been the most joyous of reunions, but somehow, Neoptolemus knew, the next one would be just as grisly, possibly with a side of blood and teeth on the floor.

Really, he did look forward to it.