ending it, a hedone/pan 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.)

CAST:

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[allthelivesofme]

She stepped into the room to find him hacking at his tie with a pair of blue-handled scissors, swearing incoherently.

Pfffft. Drunk + sharp objects close to one's neck. Seems like a winning combination...

“No, you’re right on time,” she said quietly. “I wanted one last look before I went-one last look to remember you by. And this is exactly how I want to remember you.”

***claps***

And that was it. The tick of the clock that shattered the last of her illusions. He had become little more than a straw man in her eyes, a hollow effigy that resembled something greater but would never attain loftier purposes. The magic had worn off at last.

Beautiful. :)

“That may be true,” she conceded, hand on the doorknob. “But the mornings will be brighter.”

I LOVE HEDONE. :)

[zombres]

Sometimes I wonder if she and Hestia should team up, now that Hestia is opening women's shelters and everything. She can go and give motivational talks and act as a therapist to all the women who have come from abusive relationships/households.

[allthelivesofme]

THAT WOULD BE SO PERFECT AND AWESOME. YES.

[professor_spork]

Being with him-when he was actually there, anyway-made her feel more real and alive and solid than anything else ever had. With him, she could lose herself in the giddy rush of wild abandon. She was the Goddess of Pleasure and Bliss, and few knew pleasure better than Pan.

I wish to see more of this side of Hedone; I feel like she sort of keeps it on the DL, and understandably so, but... OKAY YES MORE HEDONE/HERC PRONZ IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK? okay okay.

He made her feel alive, but afterwards all she felt was dead inside.

baby giiiiiiiiiiirl

What she needed was a partner, a helpmeet, a faithful man who wanted her for everything she was, not just for the heat and the curves. She wanted what her parents had: a steady and devoted bond that would withstand every obstacle and test, that was still fiery and fun and yet more than that as well.

SEE ABOVE COMMENT

She stepped into the room to find him hacking at his tie with a pair of blue-handled scissors, swearing incoherently.

Oh wow, I can't even.

“You’ll be back,” he called after

[jesterlady]

Absolutely awesome last line!