pleasure and bliss | there will be a reckoning; a hedone/hercules mythfic

[zombres]

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is another in my series of "mythfics", to borrow the term from my darling etzyofi. In order to fully appreciate these, be sure to look at the casting picspams.)

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[allthelivesofme]

With Hercules, though, she could stare for hours without finding a mistake. It wasn’t simply physical perfection, though he certainly fit that bill. He had a pure soul-that was what it came down to. Incorruptible: the spiritual equivalent of diamond. He was like one of those golden kings in fairy tales who wore a crown of oak leaves, sat on hand-carved thrones, and truly cared about the people they ruled. He was kind, and not just on occasional days or when he was in a good mood. She suspected he had been a boy who caught flies and spiders in jars, to release them safely into gardens. Hercules was not the swatting type

[allthelivesofme]

with one of her old mayflies (which was Hedone’s name for them, as few had lasted more than an evening)

BWAHA. I love you, Hedone.

They passed a group of freshmen, all of whom did visible double-takes and stopped with gaping mouths to stare at Pandora in her peacock-feathered dress and green stiletto boots. Hedone covered her smile with a cough, though she couldn’t blame them for staring. Only someone like Pandora could pull off such a get-up, blue and purple and green feathers on her dress and in her flame-red hair.

I admit that I reallyreally want this outfit.

“I… I don’t know,” she said distantly. The room swam before her, sharpening and blurring in the breadth between blinks. It was… Off. As if the space couldn’t decide how big it was, how many doors lined the walls and hallways branched away. There was a sharp twinge in her chest, like heartburn, and she felt suddenly dizzy. “I’m a bit light-headed.”

WHAT NO NO NO. NOTHING IS ALLOWED TO BE WRONG WITH HER.

“Awww, sweetie,” Hedone sighed into his ear, hot cheek pressed