on route 66; an artemis & circe 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]

She had almost made good her escape when a voice had shouted her name. Without thinking, in pure reflex, her foot stomped the brake pedal. Because it was a voice that was directly hardwired into her brain; it belonged to the one person she loved unconditionally. The one person she would do anything for.

............*flail*

“And I think the hospital’s twenty miles away and I’ve got to get to work. You call your daddy and have him come get you-I can’t afford to lose the shift. Trish,” he calls to the waitress glaring at him behind the counter. “I’m leaving the money on the table-you keep giving me that fucking look and I’m taking the fifty cents I was gonna leave for your tip.”

IT'S CLOBBERIN' TIME

“If you think you’re going to walk out of here,” she replies coldly, the warning rumblings of an impending avalanche beneath her words, “You’re a fool.”

YESSSSSSSS. Get him, Circe.

There’s a strange light in her eyes, like the unearthly glow of St. Elmo’s fire hovering over doomed ships, and as she lifts her hand her dark lips pull

[rowofstars]

SHUT. UP.

Okay there's going to be a longer comment here later because OMG.

I LOVE YOU, ANGIE.

[rowofstars]

She can feel it now, like the ghost of an old pain beneath her skin. Where the German bullets tore through her side only weeks before. It’s new and frightening and overwhelming and she knows now why humans devote so much of their precious time to distractions. Why they constantly move and give themselves over to physical pleasure with abandon-once you can hear the ticking of your death, you begin to frantically search for earplugs.

Okay this paragraph because I love it and I want to wrap up in it because it's the moment that Artemis sort of gets her humanity. She gets it now. And it's funny because the gods used to have distractions because they were bored with their immortality and now they can't get enough distractions to distract from their lack of it.

Even goddesses need adjustment periods.

Ha! So true man. And I love that she still has that dry Artemis sense of humor and a little practicality about the whole thing.

The plastic imitation leather on the seats is cracked. Long strips of silver tape cover the sharpest edges.And I

[zombres]

[rowofstars]

What? No, not at all. I mean, I hardly noticed the toast being dipped in the runny eggs. WHICH IS THE BEST OMG.

[jesterlady]

Awesome! A good way to get readjusted.