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Entry tags:
- #greek football au,
- fic type: au,
- fic type: multi-part,
- fic type: multi-part abandoned,
- fic type: multi-part incomplete,
- football pairing: raul/guti,
- football pairing: various (slash),
- football pairing: villa/silva,
- football: bastian schweinsteiger,
- football: david silva,
- football: david villa,
- football: fernando torres,
- football: guti,
- football: lukas podolski,
- football: raúl gonzález,
- football: sergio ramos,
- rating: non-explicit,
- type: slash
BTOF Book I, Chapter VII
Title: By Their Own Follies They Perished; Book I, Chapter VII
Characters (this chapter): David Silva/David Villa, Raul Gonzalez/Guti, Lukas Podolski/Bastian Schweinsteiger implied; Fernando Torres, Sergio Ramos
Rating: PG-13
Words: 829
A/N: Another update! =-) This one is dedicated to everybody who is reading and commenting on this, you lot make me so happy :-) *hugs all of you* More notes at the end. :-)
Previous Parts:
Book I: Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Book I Chapter IV | Chapter V | Chapter VI
Mount Ida was a large mountain on the island of Crete. It rose high above the fields and the valleys so that most the island was dwarfed by its shadow. Gentle meadows with slight boulders gave way to rocky slopes. Slopes shifted into cold trails to the top. Snow sometimes would rest on the top of the mountain; but only when Silva needed a place to think when he was upset.
Silva sat there now, looking over the island. He was worried and he was anxious. In a few nights’ time, in the small meadow just a few hundred meters away, a choice would be made that would effect the entire world. The Oracle had told him as much.
He looked at the nearest town and saw children playing in the streets. Their laughter he could hear even from up here where his winds breezed about. Did those children know what was awaiting them? Did they know what their futures would be? Unless one of them had seen the Oracle or were Seers themselves, they did not know.
He pitied the poor boy, this unnamed mortal, that would have to choose between the three Gods. It was five months till Pandia, till the judgment. It had been decided that the three gods would pose in the nude in human form to this mortal and he alone would choose the winner. Silva hadn’t been too thrilled about that, he didn’t like revealing himself to anyone except Villa.
And as for Villa, he was doing a lot of hiding these days. Fernando and Guti had set aside their differences long enough to find ways of tormenting the god. Two Godlike heads were better than one, they had figured, and had decided to use their combined wit to make him suffer. Silva had held his lover close at night and hoped that it would all end soon.
Silva decided that enough brooding had been done and that it was time to return to Olympus. He shifted himself into the east wind and floated down the mountain, caressing the laughing children’s faces as he went.
Comfort would be needed in the times ahead. Of that Silva was sure.
Silva drifted on the northern breeze until he arrived back in Olympus. As he drifted through the gates and reformed into his being, he saw Lukas prancing around on clouds, winged sandals not touching the puffs at all. The messenger god was also humming to himself and smiling at literally everything. If Silva was not mistaken, he kept murmuring the name ‘Bastian’ every three seconds.
Silva just drifted past wondering if they should not fear for the sanity of one of their own. Inside, Guti was talking animatedly with Fernando—two different lights surrounded them, both of the brightest colors. Fernando’s was a golden light that emanated from him entirely, while Guti’s shone the brightest of white lights. Silva just hoped the two weren’t planning another trick for Villa.
Raul had finally left his throne, and watching Aegina, to go speak with Miroslav, or that’s at least what Sergio said as Silva was walking by. Silva, while he had missed Sergio greatly, was not about to linger next to him. He did actually love Villa and he wasn’t going to risk an eternity of loneliness because Sergio tricked him into having sex with him.
Sergio did not seem too offended, however, because he was too busy sharpening one of his golden arrows.
“I’ve seen the most delightful creature, a human, that I’ve grown very fond of. Thought I might try one of these on her.” Sergio said, careful to avoid the point of the arrow, holding it to the light that his father, Guti, was creating next to Fernando.
Silva found himself wishing the god of love good luck as he continued to find Villa. Silva wandered around Olympus, not seeing Villa at all, until finally he spotted him lying on a cloud, lazily petting the feathers of one of his father’s swans. Silva smiled and drifted over to him on a warm breeze, happy to see him.
Silva re-formed and stood next to Villa’s cloud, fingers reaching out to gently caress the bird as well. Villa smiled as their fingers wound together and stroked together.
“Father is proud of this one.” Villa said of the bird that looked at him with wide, knowing eyes.
“As he should be, beautiful creature.” Silva praised. The two stopped petting the bird and with great grace and power, the swan pushed off Villa’s chest and flew higher until inclining to land in one of the ponds.
“I missed you.” Villa says, not taking his eyes off the bird.
Silva joined Villa on the cloud and hugged him tightly. “I have returned, you needn’t be concerned any more.”
Villa looked down to where Silva was curled into him and smiled. His beloved little Silva…
The two watched Fernando finally go to sleep, in the process creating a glorious sunrise.
More Notes
I’ve taken a few more liberties with the actual mythology of the situation. From what I’ve read and researched, the god Aeolus {Silva in the story, the god of winds} never had anything to do with Mount Ida, especially to go sit and think there. Nor did Aeolus have anything to do with seasons or weather. Mythologically in the story of Troy, this scene never happened either. As I said before, I did want Silva to seem more human and that’s why I put this in.
As for Sergio, in actual mythology, Aphrodite {Guti} had a son Eros, known most commonly as Cupid, and Eros {Sergio} was promised that he would get the wife he’d wanted, lusted after, and Aphrodite gave her to him based on the one condition that she never see his face, it would kill mortals. Eros would visit her in the night until one night she was tricked into having to look at him because one of the gods, I forget which one at the moment, created doubt in her mind. She died and Eros was so upset that Aphrodite made her into a something where she would not die.
The point is: Sergio is Eros, god of lust and desire, son of Guti and a mortal woman, unnamed.
Characters (this chapter): David Silva/David Villa, Raul Gonzalez/Guti, Lukas Podolski/Bastian Schweinsteiger implied; Fernando Torres, Sergio Ramos
Rating: PG-13
Words: 829
A/N: Another update! =-) This one is dedicated to everybody who is reading and commenting on this, you lot make me so happy :-) *hugs all of you* More notes at the end. :-)
Previous Parts:
Book I: Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Book I Chapter IV | Chapter V | Chapter VI
Mount Ida was a large mountain on the island of Crete. It rose high above the fields and the valleys so that most the island was dwarfed by its shadow. Gentle meadows with slight boulders gave way to rocky slopes. Slopes shifted into cold trails to the top. Snow sometimes would rest on the top of the mountain; but only when Silva needed a place to think when he was upset.
Silva sat there now, looking over the island. He was worried and he was anxious. In a few nights’ time, in the small meadow just a few hundred meters away, a choice would be made that would effect the entire world. The Oracle had told him as much.
He looked at the nearest town and saw children playing in the streets. Their laughter he could hear even from up here where his winds breezed about. Did those children know what was awaiting them? Did they know what their futures would be? Unless one of them had seen the Oracle or were Seers themselves, they did not know.
He pitied the poor boy, this unnamed mortal, that would have to choose between the three Gods. It was five months till Pandia, till the judgment. It had been decided that the three gods would pose in the nude in human form to this mortal and he alone would choose the winner. Silva hadn’t been too thrilled about that, he didn’t like revealing himself to anyone except Villa.
And as for Villa, he was doing a lot of hiding these days. Fernando and Guti had set aside their differences long enough to find ways of tormenting the god. Two Godlike heads were better than one, they had figured, and had decided to use their combined wit to make him suffer. Silva had held his lover close at night and hoped that it would all end soon.
Silva decided that enough brooding had been done and that it was time to return to Olympus. He shifted himself into the east wind and floated down the mountain, caressing the laughing children’s faces as he went.
Comfort would be needed in the times ahead. Of that Silva was sure.
Silva drifted on the northern breeze until he arrived back in Olympus. As he drifted through the gates and reformed into his being, he saw Lukas prancing around on clouds, winged sandals not touching the puffs at all. The messenger god was also humming to himself and smiling at literally everything. If Silva was not mistaken, he kept murmuring the name ‘Bastian’ every three seconds.
Silva just drifted past wondering if they should not fear for the sanity of one of their own. Inside, Guti was talking animatedly with Fernando—two different lights surrounded them, both of the brightest colors. Fernando’s was a golden light that emanated from him entirely, while Guti’s shone the brightest of white lights. Silva just hoped the two weren’t planning another trick for Villa.
Raul had finally left his throne, and watching Aegina, to go speak with Miroslav, or that’s at least what Sergio said as Silva was walking by. Silva, while he had missed Sergio greatly, was not about to linger next to him. He did actually love Villa and he wasn’t going to risk an eternity of loneliness because Sergio tricked him into having sex with him.
Sergio did not seem too offended, however, because he was too busy sharpening one of his golden arrows.
“I’ve seen the most delightful creature, a human, that I’ve grown very fond of. Thought I might try one of these on her.” Sergio said, careful to avoid the point of the arrow, holding it to the light that his father, Guti, was creating next to Fernando.
Silva found himself wishing the god of love good luck as he continued to find Villa. Silva wandered around Olympus, not seeing Villa at all, until finally he spotted him lying on a cloud, lazily petting the feathers of one of his father’s swans. Silva smiled and drifted over to him on a warm breeze, happy to see him.
Silva re-formed and stood next to Villa’s cloud, fingers reaching out to gently caress the bird as well. Villa smiled as their fingers wound together and stroked together.
“Father is proud of this one.” Villa said of the bird that looked at him with wide, knowing eyes.
“As he should be, beautiful creature.” Silva praised. The two stopped petting the bird and with great grace and power, the swan pushed off Villa’s chest and flew higher until inclining to land in one of the ponds.
“I missed you.” Villa says, not taking his eyes off the bird.
Silva joined Villa on the cloud and hugged him tightly. “I have returned, you needn’t be concerned any more.”
Villa looked down to where Silva was curled into him and smiled. His beloved little Silva…
The two watched Fernando finally go to sleep, in the process creating a glorious sunrise.
More Notes
I’ve taken a few more liberties with the actual mythology of the situation. From what I’ve read and researched, the god Aeolus {Silva in the story, the god of winds} never had anything to do with Mount Ida, especially to go sit and think there. Nor did Aeolus have anything to do with seasons or weather. Mythologically in the story of Troy, this scene never happened either. As I said before, I did want Silva to seem more human and that’s why I put this in.
As for Sergio, in actual mythology, Aphrodite {Guti} had a son Eros, known most commonly as Cupid, and Eros {Sergio} was promised that he would get the wife he’d wanted, lusted after, and Aphrodite gave her to him based on the one condition that she never see his face, it would kill mortals. Eros would visit her in the night until one night she was tricked into having to look at him because one of the gods, I forget which one at the moment, created doubt in her mind. She died and Eros was so upset that Aphrodite made her into a something where she would not die.
The point is: Sergio is Eros, god of lust and desire, son of Guti and a mortal woman, unnamed.