Post by Paris on Apr 2, 2007 15:42:29 GMT -5
Home Sweet Home.
He had been to every major port in the known world. It was rare to find many who even ventured beyond their own villages but then again, Paris was hardly ordinary. He lifted his chin in defiance as he watched the younger actors at work. They were readying themselves for the coming festival to honor Dionysus. He was privy to the best drama tis personae in the world. As he should, he was the best actor the world had ever known!
Surrounded by his entourage, Paris sauntered onto the open stage, his eyes seeking out Aeschylus. They found the forty four year old author and the resulting smile was immediate. Paris knew where his bread was buttered, "My...aren't you a sight for sore eyes. What goes, wise one?" Paris giggled then as he rushed over to the older man. They had known each other for nearly eight years. The playwright was not only the best Paris had ever worked for but arguably a ground breaking genius in the growing field.
"I had begun to wonder if you would ever return to us. Surely, though all the world is a stage none are more important than mine?"
Paris tsked playfully, his eyes moving to the scroll within the writer's capable hands. His smile widened, knowing how favorable the response to it was. He shrugged, continuing the game, "Haven't you always said that an actor should experience life to the fullest Aeschylus?"
Paris glanced across the amphitheater then, his eyes falling on the back of Aeschylus' son Euphorion, "My...your son has really grown, hasn't he? How goes his writing? Does he still show interest? Or for that matter, skill?"
"Don't get any ideas. He has not the experience to withstand your advances. He won't see them for what they are. I want grandsons, Paris."
"Fine. I'll leave him alone, but quick. You must distract me with my next role or I am sure to question such a hasty decision."
He had been to every major port in the known world. It was rare to find many who even ventured beyond their own villages but then again, Paris was hardly ordinary. He lifted his chin in defiance as he watched the younger actors at work. They were readying themselves for the coming festival to honor Dionysus. He was privy to the best drama tis personae in the world. As he should, he was the best actor the world had ever known!
Surrounded by his entourage, Paris sauntered onto the open stage, his eyes seeking out Aeschylus. They found the forty four year old author and the resulting smile was immediate. Paris knew where his bread was buttered, "My...aren't you a sight for sore eyes. What goes, wise one?" Paris giggled then as he rushed over to the older man. They had known each other for nearly eight years. The playwright was not only the best Paris had ever worked for but arguably a ground breaking genius in the growing field.
"I had begun to wonder if you would ever return to us. Surely, though all the world is a stage none are more important than mine?"
Paris tsked playfully, his eyes moving to the scroll within the writer's capable hands. His smile widened, knowing how favorable the response to it was. He shrugged, continuing the game, "Haven't you always said that an actor should experience life to the fullest Aeschylus?"
Paris glanced across the amphitheater then, his eyes falling on the back of Aeschylus' son Euphorion, "My...your son has really grown, hasn't he? How goes his writing? Does he still show interest? Or for that matter, skill?"
"Don't get any ideas. He has not the experience to withstand your advances. He won't see them for what they are. I want grandsons, Paris."
"Fine. I'll leave him alone, but quick. You must distract me with my next role or I am sure to question such a hasty decision."
