admiration and pride; a zeus & psyche mythfic.

Feb 08, 2012 23:50

(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 at the casting picspams.)

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ship: zeus & psyche, graphics, fiction, zeus, psyche

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mylittlepwny February 10 2012, 01:42:01 UTC
Angie.

Angie.

I READ THIS THIS MORNING AND STILL HAVEN'T RECOVERED BUT IT DESERVES A COMMENT TODAY SO I'M HERE TO DO MY BEST. But like, let's just get this out there and declare that my best wouldn't be good enough for this UTTER GEM OF A FICCISH CREATION UGH GOD HOW IS IT EVERYTHING I EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER WANTED WHEN I ASKED FOR THESE TWO CRAZY KIDS AND THEIR CRAZY BFFERY ANGIE HOW. I can only assume you talked to someone in my soul, because otherwise I call witchcraft.

s'okay.

She was smiling before he’d finished, a light dancing in her eyes. “My Lord, I’m rather shocked. You’re actually concerned for another’s well-being. Perhaps you are learning how to change.”

“And you were never so smart-mouthed with me,” he said huskily, brow furrowed but only for show. “How many other liberties will you take?”

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And while he had been very good at holding himself back from this golden woman, that didn’t stop him from savoring the feel of her hand in his, the curve of her hip as it brushed against him, the glistening ( ... )

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mylittlepwny February 10 2012, 01:43:10 UTC
Their food arrived, and they busied themselves with the mortal routines of cutting and chewing and ruminating. Zeus glanced up at her through his eyelashes and felt a shiver of admiration. That was remarkable on its own, as there were few that had proved worthy of his pride. But looking at her now, as she sipped her wine and lifted a forkful of lettuce to her dark red lips, he saw what he had first glimpsed so many centuries ago-only now amplified and properly matured. Psyche had been a remarkable mortal woman; unconsciously blessed with a divine gift. In a race so willing to be beguiled and placated, she had seen only the truth, no matter how hard or sharp its edges. She stood apart from her fellow sisters, and had very nearly paid the ultimate price for this. Instead, she had found further blessing in the love of Eros, who could only love wisely, and in the taste of the ambrosia. That divine elixir had given her nothing new. It had only deepened her innate gifts and beauty, and the millennia since had burnished her to a tawny gold ( ... )

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zombres February 10 2012, 01:54:06 UTC
MELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLY.

~LIGHT OF MY LIGHT, FIRE OF MY LOINS~

Beyond overjoyed that you dug this. BEYOND. And ahhhhhh ILU ILU ILU. *smoochie faces*

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