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Dec. 21st, 2003 11:06 pmFor
plaidwater
It's a bit different. Spartan slash using the word 'honour'. History lesson also under the cut.
Tiny history lesson: An 'erestor' was the older homosexual lover of a Spartan boy - as necessary and insitutionalised as marrying would later be. The younger partner was the 'paidika'. The 'agora' is the open part of the town. The 'agoge' trained every male in Sparta from the age of seven, except the heir to the throne. Strictly this fic is historically incorrect because Agesilaos was the younger son, trained by the agoge and only became heir after his brother died. However, Lysander really was the name of his erestor.
Young Agesilaos stood in the agora watching the boys of the agoge in their training. He longed to join them, to be one of them, but given his position he could not. He must think of his honour, of the honour of his line, the line of kings. He must be a credit to them, and could not put himself in a position where he might be compromised. Sometimes he hated being the heir.
Across the open space he saw his erestor, Lysander, his hard muscular body glowing in the sun. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to be the heir.
Want a drabble? See previous post.
It's a bit different. Spartan slash using the word 'honour'. History lesson also under the cut.
Tiny history lesson: An 'erestor' was the older homosexual lover of a Spartan boy - as necessary and insitutionalised as marrying would later be. The younger partner was the 'paidika'. The 'agora' is the open part of the town. The 'agoge' trained every male in Sparta from the age of seven, except the heir to the throne. Strictly this fic is historically incorrect because Agesilaos was the younger son, trained by the agoge and only became heir after his brother died. However, Lysander really was the name of his erestor.
Young Agesilaos stood in the agora watching the boys of the agoge in their training. He longed to join them, to be one of them, but given his position he could not. He must think of his honour, of the honour of his line, the line of kings. He must be a credit to them, and could not put himself in a position where he might be compromised. Sometimes he hated being the heir.
Across the open space he saw his erestor, Lysander, his hard muscular body glowing in the sun. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to be the heir.
Want a drabble? See previous post.
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Date: 2003-12-21 03:16 pm (UTC)So beautiful.
May I kiss your feet?
So beautiful.
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Date: 2003-12-21 03:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-21 06:34 pm (UTC)*burbles*
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Date: 2003-12-22 02:31 am (UTC)Actually, Helen of Troy was Queen of Sparta so it goes quite well!