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magic_fratboyMary: Did you mean what you said up there?
Ted: Well yea, I just want you to be happy, Mary.
Mary: But I'd be happiest with you.
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NOTE: Takes place between Tommy's life as Houdini and his current one. Tommy has no memory of his time in the Underworld, so this isn't for anyone's knowledge ever? Just something the muse felt like sharing. :p
“Well, that didn’t take very long.”
“Go straight to hell, Hades.” He snarled, unable to give up the vernacular of his age just yet. He was too newly dead, too full of rage over his own end as he stalked through the halls of Death’s great palace.
“Been there. Nice and warm.”
“Leave. Me. Alone.” He snarled, searching for the door he wanted. “If you’re not leading me into my next life, get out of my way or I’ll kill you where you stand.”
“You can’t really tell me you were serious about that.”
“You damned right I was!!” he roared, spinning on his heel to stare the god down relentlessly. “The gods will pay for trifling with me, and for trifling with Man! I gave my word and to that I hold!!”
Finally finding the room he wanted, he opened the door and stalked in on the Fates as they wove at their loom. Nodding each in turn to Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos, he lingered on the last as she carefully wound the thread of his life into a ball, favoring him with a sympathetic look.
“You don’t have to do this.” Hades warned. “If you go now, you’ll be judged well.”
“She did not see Elysium, neither shall I.” he replied without thinking, extending his hand to Atropos for his thread of life. “When she died, her power went back to our children, my people. I will live for them, among them…it’s the only way I will ever see her again.”
“You’re a selfish man.”
He favored Hades with a bitter smile, cradling the coarse, thick ball of thread between his hands like a precious burden. “You have no idea.”
Walking back over to Clotho, he started to hand her the thread when he saw something in her distaff…a face, a presence. It was a gleam of light that cut him to the bone, slid through his soul and made all disappear but its glow before it was lost again.
“Who is that?”
“Who is who?”
Plunging his hand into the fleece, he drew it out and searched for the face, finding it again. Warmth seared him to the core as he held it up for Hades and Clotho to inspect.
“That…who is that?”
“A woman, nothing more. She isn’t of mortal blood.” Hades explained. “See how she lights in the mass? She will have a touch of Titan in her. An Immortal.”
He knew the race, but he hardly cared…he could see nothing but her visage, feel nothing but the sweetness of her warmth that chased away the bitterness that had taken hold in his spirit.
“What will her name be?”
“Mmmm…Clotho?”
“Ziyah, my lord.”
He nodded, breath catching as the heat of her flared again and caught his breath. Tears sprang to his eyes as the pieces of what this woman would be danced through him, rays of dawn dancing on dust clouds in a shaft of sunlight.
“I want her.”
“You know that can’t be done.”
“You know I can raze Hell itself to make it so.” He snapped, clinging to the bundle of fleece with no small measure of desperation. “Give her to me.”
“I can’t, she’s not meant for you or any man. She’s Immortal…she’s meant for passing pleasures, she’s not going to get a soulmate.”
“I will flood your gates with dead. I will not let you sleep a day nor know the touch of your woman if you don’t give her to me.” He threatened.
Hades sighed, rolling his eyes and rubbing his face. “You left her last in the spring, you idiot. It’s now the fall…and you can thank my woman for my good humor. If I do this, though, you have to know that you’ll be bound to the mortal coil for good. You can’t change as you did before…your essence will be bound, and your thread will stay knotted to hers.”
Looking down at the soft distaff and the neat ball of coarse twine that was his own life, he could see what Hades meant. They would weave together, but there would be no separating them even when her thread continued.
“She is not Pandora, my friend.”
“She isn’t.” he agreed, nodding as he stared into the swirling mass again. “She never will be…but I have to know this woman. I’ll bind myself forever, I’ll die for ten ages of Man to do it.”
“She’s that lovely to you?”
Handing his thread to Clotho, he cradled the fleece between his hands and shut his eyes, letting her heat suffuse him again.
“Hades…I pray you never take this woman. I fear she will destroy you, for I did not know that I was dead until I touched this beginning of a soul, and I fear I will forget I have ever lived when I see her face come to fruition.”
He was pleased to see Hades grow quiet for a moment as Clotho took his thread and looked to her master for confirmation. With a slow nod, he gestured for her to do as the man asked.
Carefully, he gave the mass of fleece to Clotho, sorrow chilling him as he watched it redeposited into the collection by her side.
“You’ll be born first, and for this you’ll be born a meeker man.”
“I understand.”
“Very well, Epimetheus…back to Charon’s boat, then. We’ll fetch the cup of Lethe and your reincarnation can begin.”
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 921
Partner: Pandora {mythology}, Ziyah Ambrogio (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
zee_ali) {Highlander OC}
Ted: Well yea, I just want you to be happy, Mary.
Mary: But I'd be happiest with you.
=====================
NOTE: Takes place between Tommy's life as Houdini and his current one. Tommy has no memory of his time in the Underworld, so this isn't for anyone's knowledge ever? Just something the muse felt like sharing. :p
“Well, that didn’t take very long.”
“Go straight to hell, Hades.” He snarled, unable to give up the vernacular of his age just yet. He was too newly dead, too full of rage over his own end as he stalked through the halls of Death’s great palace.
“Been there. Nice and warm.”
“Leave. Me. Alone.” He snarled, searching for the door he wanted. “If you’re not leading me into my next life, get out of my way or I’ll kill you where you stand.”
“You can’t really tell me you were serious about that.”
“You damned right I was!!” he roared, spinning on his heel to stare the god down relentlessly. “The gods will pay for trifling with me, and for trifling with Man! I gave my word and to that I hold!!”
Finally finding the room he wanted, he opened the door and stalked in on the Fates as they wove at their loom. Nodding each in turn to Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos, he lingered on the last as she carefully wound the thread of his life into a ball, favoring him with a sympathetic look.
“You don’t have to do this.” Hades warned. “If you go now, you’ll be judged well.”
“She did not see Elysium, neither shall I.” he replied without thinking, extending his hand to Atropos for his thread of life. “When she died, her power went back to our children, my people. I will live for them, among them…it’s the only way I will ever see her again.”
“You’re a selfish man.”
He favored Hades with a bitter smile, cradling the coarse, thick ball of thread between his hands like a precious burden. “You have no idea.”
Walking back over to Clotho, he started to hand her the thread when he saw something in her distaff…a face, a presence. It was a gleam of light that cut him to the bone, slid through his soul and made all disappear but its glow before it was lost again.
“Who is that?”
“Who is who?”
Plunging his hand into the fleece, he drew it out and searched for the face, finding it again. Warmth seared him to the core as he held it up for Hades and Clotho to inspect.
“That…who is that?”
“A woman, nothing more. She isn’t of mortal blood.” Hades explained. “See how she lights in the mass? She will have a touch of Titan in her. An Immortal.”
He knew the race, but he hardly cared…he could see nothing but her visage, feel nothing but the sweetness of her warmth that chased away the bitterness that had taken hold in his spirit.
“What will her name be?”
“Mmmm…Clotho?”
“Ziyah, my lord.”
He nodded, breath catching as the heat of her flared again and caught his breath. Tears sprang to his eyes as the pieces of what this woman would be danced through him, rays of dawn dancing on dust clouds in a shaft of sunlight.
“I want her.”
“You know that can’t be done.”
“You know I can raze Hell itself to make it so.” He snapped, clinging to the bundle of fleece with no small measure of desperation. “Give her to me.”
“I can’t, she’s not meant for you or any man. She’s Immortal…she’s meant for passing pleasures, she’s not going to get a soulmate.”
“I will flood your gates with dead. I will not let you sleep a day nor know the touch of your woman if you don’t give her to me.” He threatened.
Hades sighed, rolling his eyes and rubbing his face. “You left her last in the spring, you idiot. It’s now the fall…and you can thank my woman for my good humor. If I do this, though, you have to know that you’ll be bound to the mortal coil for good. You can’t change as you did before…your essence will be bound, and your thread will stay knotted to hers.”
Looking down at the soft distaff and the neat ball of coarse twine that was his own life, he could see what Hades meant. They would weave together, but there would be no separating them even when her thread continued.
“She is not Pandora, my friend.”
“She isn’t.” he agreed, nodding as he stared into the swirling mass again. “She never will be…but I have to know this woman. I’ll bind myself forever, I’ll die for ten ages of Man to do it.”
“She’s that lovely to you?”
Handing his thread to Clotho, he cradled the fleece between his hands and shut his eyes, letting her heat suffuse him again.
“Hades…I pray you never take this woman. I fear she will destroy you, for I did not know that I was dead until I touched this beginning of a soul, and I fear I will forget I have ever lived when I see her face come to fruition.”
He was pleased to see Hades grow quiet for a moment as Clotho took his thread and looked to her master for confirmation. With a slow nod, he gestured for her to do as the man asked.
Carefully, he gave the mass of fleece to Clotho, sorrow chilling him as he watched it redeposited into the collection by her side.
“You’ll be born first, and for this you’ll be born a meeker man.”
“I understand.”
“Very well, Epimetheus…back to Charon’s boat, then. We’ll fetch the cup of Lethe and your reincarnation can begin.”
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 921
Partner: Pandora {mythology}, Ziyah Ambrogio (
zee_ali) {Highlander OC}
