pleasure and bliss | there will be a reckoning; a hedone/hercules mythfic
(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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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 against his. “We’re having fun, ain’t we? So much fun. It’s so-” she dragged the word out with a giggle. “Pretty here, don’t ya think? Sparkly and warm…”
Um. Hedone, sweetie....
And the eyes. Everyone wore masks but she and Hercules, but if you actually looked for eyes there sometimes weren’t any. Only holes for eyes, blank spaces in masks that had nothing behind them to fill in the gaps. Mouths moved in conversation, widened in laughter, but it was nothing but a sham. There was no soul behind the artifice, no person behind the costume. They were nothing more than spinning puppets.
AUGH.
That was a futile effort. Because it was Pandora in danger, the woman who had already atoned for her sins, and Hedone pushed forward heedlessly. Pandora, who had supported and comforted and called her out on her bullshit. Pandora, with the late night cups of tea and soppy movies. Pandora, with the blunt advice and fashion suggestions and unwavering loyalty. Pandora: her friend.
How dare they?
Even if I hadn't read anything else about the two of them there's so MUCH of their friendship and how deeply they care about each other in that paragraph and Hedone's reaction and I LOVE IT SO SO MUCH
“Oh, Bell!” Pandora cried, tears streaming down her porcelain face. “He had the box! He said I had to open it-that I would always open it, that it was meant for me. He was laughing about it! History always repeats, especially the bits where people fuck up-” She threw herself into his arms and buried her face in his chest, her shoulders shaking with the force of her sobs. He tightened his arms around her, lost for words and overwhelmed. Then he looked up at Hedone and his face sharpened.
“Find whoever did this,” he said in a voice so full of fury that Hedone took a half-step back. “I’d like a word or two with them. Very short words.”
HELL YES GET 'EM
A pair of unseen fingers snapped, and he was there. He was everywhere. Trapped behind panes of glass, reaching out to her and mouthing wordless pleas, hammering at the mirrors until they shook, tears on his cheeks and panic in his eyes. A dozen Hercules calling out to her in inaudible voices.
But which one…
O_______o
Because her blood was on fire and her vision had sharpened in a way that almost frightened her. If the woman behind that cruel laugh had thought her a “little” goddess; if she had expected to run away into the night and not be pursued; if she had assumed that she could toy with mortals and divine alike and not be held accountable-
She was dead wrong.
Oooooh. Can Hedone and Bell just go on an Epic Ass-Kicking Mission??
“Thalia, you ever speak like that to me again,” she whispered, teeth bared in an animal snarl, hand tightening until ruby droplets spattered to the floor. “And I will dig your eyes out with my fingers.”
Yeep.
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