#like you have no idea how not normal I am about hadestown

[cosmosnout]

To that one person in my tags who said that Roger and Rouge remind them of “wedding song” from Hadestown, your brain is literally so big.

[finleyforevermore]

HELLOOOOOO LIL BRO!!! (i don't actually know your age so you could he older than me. I'm 15 lol) LITERALLY CANNOT BELIEVE I HAVEN'T DONE THIS SOONER BUT ALAS I AM HERE NOW!!!!! AND I WILL CONTINUE TO BOMBARD YOU WITH LIL SCENARIOS WHENEVER I THINK OF THEM

You like theater. I like theater. It makes sense

We would definitely watch live action musicals and plays whenever possible and you would show me the ones you like and i would show you the ones I like

Now if you were interested we would audition to shows together bc i volunteer at a local theater all the time

We would have so much fun together! Honestly you would love the theater i go to (i even run their tiktok account but it only has two videos 😢)

Going over to your house to run lines and practice songs (well i don't sing bc i am bad at singing but i would help you!!)

Sleepovers bc i stayed over too late to go home. Taking all nighters to practice scenes and watch the show

Probably also fantasizing about our dream roles together. (Its Veronica from Heathers for me but again I can't sing 😭)

And if I'm not in the show you're in, don't worry!! I'll still be there cheering you on!!

We would be menaces if ee went to the same school. Targeting everyone to come see the show

convenient segue everyone 😉

If we went to the same school I imagine we would go to the gardening club together

You just have the vibes of someone who likes plants

I would complain about the weather and fret over you, making aure you're staying hydrated in the warm sun

I imagine it would be pretty empty except for us too

We're like the groundskeepers basically

Probably planting specific flowers to convey different meanings

Selling some of them during the holidays like poinciana

Getting specialized and matching gloves

Singing while we work bc music makes everything better

I would be give you all the drama and say all my judgy comments

"Then she got up and sat next to this other girl who is barely even her friend! Like hellooo, why are you ignoring me 🙄. And the bitchiest part was when she tried talking to me like normal."

And then you would be lile "amor 😨 that's pretty mean. Maybe she didn't notice?"

After gardening we would probably get a snack and eat inside the greenhouse, maybe also get a refreshing drink

I'm your younger bro to clarify then! XD

And for the record I'm sure you sound wonderful! 💚💚💚💚💚

I love theatre BUT I'm frightened of the idea of performing onstage XD

You'd have to drag me kicking and screaming to the audition

But if I WASN'T, I'd be so excited ehehe

We rarely watch movie musicals anymore because I'm always ranting about how much better the stage versions are and how they ruined it XD (unless we watch one of the good adaptations ofc like West Side Story for example)

YESS US FANTASIZING OVER DREAM ROLES TOGETHER EHEHE

Got the funny visual of you waking up in the middle of the night and waking up to me trying (and falling) to quietly sing Pierre from NPATGCO1812 to not wake you up XD

I'd love the gardening club!! :D

I keep planting carnations "BECAUSE IT'S THA HADESTOWN FLOWER, AMOR! YOU EXPECT ME TO JOIN A GARDENING CLUB AND NOT PLANT THE HADESTOWN FLOWER?" "I love your enthusiasm but that's not at all what I said-"

Ik I seem all nice and kind on here and I think I'm like that irl, but trust and believe that if your pissed, I'm gonna be pissed too XD especially I've gone through similar crap with an ex friend

"She did not!! I told you about Marissa right? She did crap JUST like that! Even try to talk to me sometimes like she wasn't being a total prick- I swear people are the worst sometimes-"

We have a little treehouse or some kinda place where we can just hang out and have fun and have an absolute ball there :)

[gooberdude101]

Idk, I'm bored and you want ask, so tell me about you?

(i really don't know how to do a conversation)

I recently went to Dave and busters and made it my BITCH.!!! I got 2540 points and I got a jackpot on accident and I got a tiny stuffed frog named captain insano a seahorse that’s supposed to smell like watermelon a cup with the straw swirling in the outside a water button game thingy and a push pop I was ten points short for but the clerk gave to me anyways and I still have more credits in that card!!

I like Mischa so so much he’s my silly creature I also have a bunch of fanfic ideas but I’m too chicken to write but I was actually just about to write one but then I was like “wow lemme check tumblr for asks from my super duper cool followers”

I keep a little book of things I don’t want to look up more than once like how to make wheat paste or graffiti ink or how to Hotwire a car (for a fic) because I’m scared of getting on a watchlist

I got into rtc bc I saw an epithet erased edit on TikTok using the AND IM ASKING WHYY LORD on TikTok then it all went downhill from there

I am so so normal all of the time

I love taking about myself every chance I get but I also just like talking in general

I used to be tisthewhiz on a seperate account but I deleted it because I didn’t like it and wanted a fresh start

I dress like not a normal dude but I am so normal and socially regular and rational and I also loooove thrifting i find all the best stuff there

I haven’t gone a day without checking Mischa’s tag on any site (or thinking about him)

Rtc is like one of the two fandoms I’m really in (the other being danganronpa but the only thing really tying me to that is gonta gokuhara from the third game I am so so normal about him too (I’ve been obsessed w him for three or so years.. but Mischa is here now w about the same intensity of love but I don’t think he was done sooo sooo dirty by the creators) I don’t know why I like gonta actually)

Again I’m soooo normal and also!!! I love tumblr all my hoes are on tumblr (cough cough @madwickedawesome)

I love tagging people who have nothing to do with a post but also mr President is my bestie and it’s like. A civil duty

I keep wanting to watch hadestown and moulin rouge but I keep forgetting!!! I was also super into hamilton and I love the soundtrack so so much my social studies teacher played some of the songs in class and it was really funny because I think it was his gateway into cursing during class because we watch cabinet battle 1 and he then said the term pissed off

I am so normal you can come closer to my cage I don’t bite (yet)

[greatsylveon2007]

Rules: shuffle your 'on repeat' playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people.

Thank you @thegreatmaddu for tagging me and allowing me to ramble about music <3

Tried my best to explain my thoughts on each song but my thoughts are not comprehensible to anyone including myself so I apologize in advance

My thoughts are also.. kind of long, oops

1 - Sharks - Imagine Dragons

"You're hot, then you're cold, you're a light in the dark, just you wait and you'll see that you're swimming with sharks"

I didn't realize I listened to Sharks so often.. oops. If I had to guess I would say it's definitely because of the instrumental, especially towards the end, don't get me wrong I like the lyrics and the vocals, but the instrumental right before the last chorus sounds awesome imo

Surprised that out of all imagine dragons songs I know, this is the one I listen to the most apparently,, that was unexpected tbh

2 - Doubt Comes In - Hadestown

"i used to see the way the world could be, but now the way it is is all I see and- (Where is she? Where is she now?)

HADESTOWN GRR

This was the song that introduced me to Hadestown I am so normal about it

Idk the vocals are so perfect and I think that the instrumental going on for a lot longer than it does in the rest of the Hadestown songs really shows how oddly silent the journey is for Orpheus. I adore how, despite the fact that Eurydice is literally singing right behind him, he can't help but feel like it's all a trick by Hades, The Fates voices are also so haunting in this one?? Even in like Wait For Me they don't sound like that for me, I love it, they sound amazing 100% of the time but this time they killed it

Orpheus and Eurydice's parts have such a contrasting vibe too, I can listen the colours of their verses what the fuck

Great song super recommend

3 - If It's True - Hadestown

"I believe that we are many, I believe that they are few (we're standing, we're standing, we're standing) And it isn't for the few to tell the many what is true (we understand him)"

Hadestown again,, I have so many feelings about this song aaaa I actually first heard a parody of it in a Shrek 3 video, so hearing the exact same melody and part of the same lyrics on stage was definitely a shock and it took a while for me to process LMAO

I REALLY like this song, it helped me write a character of mine and I just adore the build up as Orpheus starts a riot, the way the workers start singing louder and louder, the lyrics in general and Reeve Carney's voice are phenomenal, I adore this song fr fr

4- Who is She? (Reprise) - Centaurworld

"Who is she? She's the ghost of the girl I used to know. Who is she? She's the echo I'm chasing"

ONE OF THE BEST CENTAURWORLD SONGS MY OPINION IS THE ONLY RIGHT ONE - If I had to rank it it would be like, around the top five..

I listen to this song a lot while I'm having my Hope brainrots because this song represents her so well, I can't talk about it because it's spoiler territory though, I really should start Storm of Shadows 😔

Anyway uhh I love the way they incorporate lyrics from Who is She, What if I Forget Your Face and Rainbow Road into this, and Glenn's voice is so good I love everything she sings in, the instrumental also sounds like really odd but in a good way? I can't tell if it's a darker version of the instrumental of a previous song or not but it definitely gives off those vibes

5 - True North - Vocal Line

"We never learned to use a compass, we never learned to read these maps, we always yearned for far off countries, we never found a straight way back"

OO I listen to this one solely because of a Paranormal Order OSNI campaign PMV idea I have.

The song itself rocks though, the singing voices are so good, the way they're just so calm is kind of haunting in a way? Like the male and female singers always switching between each other and there being (I believe at least) always at least two singers singing the exact same thing at once just gives off a feeling, a good one probably, but definitely a feeling

6 - That Me Is Not Me - Tryhardninja

"Doppelgänger demon in disguise, eyes appear in shadows in the night, evil never dies, it multiplies, multiplies, lies"

"Oh so you're a Mandela Catalog fan-" no, ok so, you know how I just said True North is because of a campaign of Paranormal Order... This song is because of the Quarentena campaign KAMKDKSOS

THIS CAMPAIGN IS SPOKEN IN ENGLISH PLEASE CHECK IT OUT I AM STARVING FOR PO HUMAN INTERACTION

Anyway I've been blasting this song since the first episode on the 25th and it's a certified banger

Oh right the song, tryhardninja's songs just have a very specific vibe that I really like and I cannot explain, I really like his voice and the way he sings stuff idk,, I don't have an explanation for this one I just vibe really hard with it :)

7 - Epic III - Hadestown

"King of shadows; king of shades; Hades was king of the Underworld. But he fell in love with a beautiful lady; who walked up above; in her mother's green field; he fell in love with Persephone"

This is my uhhh third Hadestown song.. I promise I am normal about Hadestown (I'm a liar)

If I had to rank every Hadestown song ever this would be a strong competitor for first place ngl ngl..

I love how the song is cheerful and magic while recounting the first meeting between Persephone and Hades, but turns slow and melancholic as it leaves that memory and goes back to the present.

The way Orpheus uses his feelings for Eurydice to relate to how Hades felt about Persephone, even going as far as using lyrics from his duets with her makes me feel, and the ending where he says things about Hades that drove Persephone away that COINCIDENTALLY are also things about himself that drove Eurydice away it's just so AA

The show really hyped up this song and it absolutely delivered, makes my brain feel many things

(This is my way of begging you to listen to the Hadestown soundtrack)

8 - I'm glad you're evil too - Rachie, PalmMute

"We laught while staring down the void, and cry while listening to vocaloid, two lonely and broken souls messing around with their lives"

This song is just really sweet I like it :) Vocaloid and vocaloid covers just have this very specific vibe

This song is extremely Spook and Chaos core I love it so much I want to draw them being happy forever

To me Rachie's voice just sounds really good with the lyrics and the song is just sweet, it has an energy I cannot put into words and I'm just very normal about it. One of the few songs able to out "memes" into the lyrics and not sound funny

9 - The Goose & the Wren - Hop Along

"While the outcry of 20 men, run from the nearby batallion; as if we avoid their light, then we might make it home tonight"

Another song I keep replaying while thinking of an Paranormal Order PMV (specifically the OSNF campaign hehe)

I don't know I really like the more simple vibe of it? I especially like the singing voices not being your typically smooth crazy beautiful voices you normally hear in music, it gives it a very unique energy that I really like! It sounds like a group of friends singing with each other, I like that :)

10 - Not Evil - The Lego Movie 2: The Second Part

"I'm Queen Watevra Wa'Nabi, the most least evil person you'll ever meet; and if you make eye contact with me, I totally won't have you executed immediately"

While I was flying to the USA the plane I was in had The Lego Movie 2 and I had only watched I think the second half of it by that point so I decided to check it out, tragically this song got stuck in my head 😔

There is no deep super analysis/personal project reason I like this song, Tiffany Haddish is simply killing it and I like how it sounds (the animation definitely helped too)

I uhhh definitely do not know 10 music nerds on this site and the ones I don't know I have no idea if they have Spotify or not..... Don't feel obligated to do this 😔

@rosia4309 @cristallun @crysolis @i dont know anyone else lmaoo

[amiharana]

something i LOVE abt your writing is your creativity, like you fr come up with prompts that I've never thought about or never seen other ppl apply to revalink, and it's just so refreshing to see them in unique scenarios bc it gives me new things to brainrot about 🫶 I always love seeing your new au ideas because they're just so !! much fun to read !!!! not to give spoilers abt your wips but the one you showed me for the upcoming revalink week has been living in my head RENT FREE like how do you come up with such great ideas 😫✋

also I guess this isn't your Writing but I love the way you text AJSBAJDB the way you say everything is just so funny and I aspire to text like you 😞

(ask game from here)

hi oomfie 🤍🤍 thank you for blowing up my ask box like always /gen

but yeah i make connections to media i feel is so obscure on tumblr dot com like barely anyone interacted with the post i made about revalink au based off of the k-drama 'goblin' because probably no one in these spheres really watches k-drama 😭😭 i think one oomf rb'd knowing exactly what i was talking about but it's like COME ON GUYS IMAGINE THIS SCENE WITH REVALI AS THE GUY AND LINK AS THE GIRL AND LINK PULLING OUT THE SWORD AND [redacted because spoilers if you haven't watched the drama ㅠㅠ]

just the other day i was thinking about an orpheus!revali x eurydice!link au because i was listening to 'wait for me' from the musical 'hadestown'. what about a percy jackson au with revali as a son of apollo who resents link because he gets claimed by a powerful god that no one would have ever guessed would have children. i have part of a scene drafted in my informal-concepting style of a fucking writer!link x editor!revali au. i cannot stress to you enough how insane and Not Normal i am about these two, i will stretch so far to make every connection to revalink i can, i might just get a little taller!

BUT TEEHEE i'm hoping i can get That™ Revalink fic out on time for revalink week 🥺 i stopped writing it for a bit because i got some writer's block and i felt like i was putting too much Plot for a oneshot, but we'll see how it goes! i planned some other stuff based on the prompts, but with the way this semester is going, i doubt i'll be able to write full-fledged oneshots on time for each of them so i may end up just uploading them later on after the semester is over (late may, june, etc)

LOL to that last bit, idk....... i've spent so much time on stan twitter and the internet in general i've developed a very particular way of talking. i'm someone who, if you say a certain word or phrase around me enough, i'll start adding it to my vocabulary without really thinking. like the reason why i type 'not' and 'sorry' as 'nawt' and 'sawry' sometimes? my stan twitter bestie lele (i'm not gonna tag her but she's on here as well i know ur seeing this bff i love u sm). how sometimes my emoji usages are random? also partly lele and other stan twitter mutuals who liked to use random emojis that had nothing to do with the topic because it was funny. i feel like the way i type things online expresses exactly the tone and flow i would use irl too 🤞😽

[dearanemone]

Where did you get your inspiration for Linger?

Hi! This is a very good question but also a very complex one, because I feel like the actual draft of Linger that I've been posting has been stewing inside my mind since forever. So I'll try to split everything in points.

The Game: The idea of the game was something I've wanted to write about since I first watched Jeux d'enfants when I was like 12, but it was only with Damen/Laurent that I thought I could make it work. A game of dares to disguise the fact that they were in love and couldn't tell each other because the timing was never right? Hell yeah.

The Pace: I loved the idea of telling a story throughout the span of the character's lifetime, which also happens in the novel (and film) One Day and in Normal People -- another book with a fantastic tv adaptation by the BBC. (Other good references include The Way We Were and Love Story.)

Relationships: Closer and Scenes From a Marriage had a major influence too when it came to unhealthy relationships and coping mechanisms. Then there was also The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby on loss, grief and healing.

Music: I'm a very musical person more than I am a writer or a reader. I loved writing a music-based story like Étude and I needed more of it. (Songwriters!AU is still a thing, someday, somehow) Linger by the Cranberries has been my favourite song since I was a child and it fit with the theme. Something or someone whom you can't let go off, they have you eating from the palm of their hand and you know that, but you're so in love. And you don't want to get hurt. And was it just a game to you?

Love stories gone wrong: The Last Five Years, 36 Questions, Hadestown and Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812. I'm just mentioning them because I could go on and about them all day okay.

Classic romcom tropes and Latin American soap operas: the formula Laurent talks about so much (Boy Meets Girl, Boy Loses Girl, Boy Gets Girl Back), the manic pixie dream girl trope, miscommunication, jealousy, moving away then coming back, childhood friends to lovers then enemies then friends then lovers again then--

Budapest: I've said this before somewhere but my Marlas is based off Budapest, Hungary, where I lived for two years. The bastion in Buda was my favourite point in the city, and I love walking alongside the tram tracks near the riverside. I also hated it just like Laurent hates Marlas, but that's another story.

My life, but a less traumatic version: some aspects of Linger might feel very personal, and that's because there are things, characters and phrases and paragraphs that draw from my own journey with abuse, mental health and relationships.

And honestly? So many other things. One of my friends made a twitter account just to post things about Linger because I'm always brainstorming my ideas to her and sending quotes from films and books and lyrics that suddenly make me understand something about Laurent and Damen that I didn't before. It is, all in all, an experiment like Étude was. My own take on a difficult relationship, love story gone wrong. They love each oher so much it becomes sick, it becomes hatred.

How do they grow? Do they let each other go?

Who wins the game?

If you made it this far, thank you for reading and thank you for the question! And sorry I went off and talked about so many things, I just love them all.

[olreid]

I apologize if you've answered something like this before but I'd love to hear any time loop story recommendations you have if you're up for sharing?:) hope your day goes well! 🌳🌷

alright boys this is where i have to come clean and admit to having basically not watched any of the classic time loop movies, not even groundhog day. i have migraine madness and think films are too long disease and i will NOT apologize! also i didn't really even like time loop as a trope until very recently? i think it's very rarely done well because it's either like. presented as a comedy even though the very idea is horrifying, or it leans SUPER far into the horror in a way that is simply not enjoyable to engage with. however, i am now a time loop TRUTHER and am very interested in time loop as product of trauma / source of trauma / method of healing from trauma. so while this is not by any means a definitive or comprehensive list, here r some of my time loop media faves:

russian doll: a MUST WATCH ! a video game developer is trapped in a glitch with someone she's never met. why have they been thrown together? how can they escape the day they're stuck in? the answer WILL make you weep!

honorable mention pynch russian doll au fic my beloved which honestly is where my time loop interest began <3

the raven cycle: two characters are trapped in the very moment of their death, though they show it differently. people who die wake up again after hundreds of years; excavations reveal remains too recently manufactured to have been buried for so long; when something is going wrong, the clock always reads 6:21.

the locked tomb trilogy: i can't explain this one without spoiling it but you simply MUST trust me here. peak time loop as trauma response and ghost soup. i am just typing words at this point

my secret reading of moby dick where ishmael is trapped in an authorial loop and can't stop retelling the story of the pequod and that's why random chapters are in stage directions and why he stalls for so long with whale facts before getting to the fate of the crew and mr. moby dick

hadestown: every play is a time loop if we're being real but this play is a time loop that is self-aware <3 IT'S A SAD SONG / BUT WE'RE GONNA SING IT AGAIN! stream her on spotify

ghost quartet: i honestly can't explain the mechanics of this one because it's like. time loop soup. just time loops all the way down. but if you are interested in circular storytelling i think u will enjoy

the adventure zone balance, specifically the eleventh hour arc; it's a western-inspired arc in which the pc's get sent into a town where "time is sick" and it keeps repeating the same day over and over again and they have to figure out how to put things right, but ALSO [stuff about the meta plot redacted for spoiler reasons and also bc it makes me TOO crazy]

on my list to explore: palm springs, next to normal, stay? by e. jade lomax, hades, whatever all my smart friends suggest in the replies <3

[anxiouspotatorants]

That’s it, @stellaluna33 and @chambersofthesea have opened a pandora’s box within my musical theatre nerd ass head and now I present to you random musical songs I think Jess would headbang or moap to:

Gee Officer Krupke from West Side Story I subscribe to the idea that West Side Story is Jess’ favourite classic musical, and therefore I also headcanon that he knows this song inside out. I mean come on, it’s literally about the Jets singing about how they are treated like crap at every level of society and are then punished for doing as expected of them. “Golly Moses, naturally we're punks!”

Anything Pierre sings in Natasha Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812 Another headcanon I agree with (courtesy of @chambersofthesea) is that Jess is a Hadestown fan... which just so happens to have the same director (Rachel Chavkin) as Great Comet. It’s also about a chunk of War and Peace with a healthy dose of experimenting (stage integrated with audience seats, russian folk mixed with EDM and classical and indie rock). But what takes the cake for me is Pierre. So many of Pierre’s lyrics sounds like something Jess would underline in one of his books or write himself at an older age. Highlights include “You empty and stupid/ Contented fellows/ Satisfied with your place/ I'm different from you/ I'm different from you/ I still want to do something” from Pierre, and “None of us are great men/ We're caught in the wave of history/ Nothing matters/ Everything matters/ It's all the same” from Letters.

Leave from Once Once strikes me as one of those musicals that several GG characters would be into, but particularly Jess in later seasons. He’d probably feel too edgy for it as a teenager, but after season 6? Yeah that’s when this musical would hit hard for him, especially the songs Leave and Say It To Me Now.

Children Will Listen from Into the Woods This is the kind of song that I think would simultaneously work as a comfort song and as a gut punch. Jess doesn’t seem like he’d make a good Sondheim ‘stan’, and Into the Woods is definitely not his favourite musical, but specific songs like this one work a little too well to not be something he likes. Exhibit A: “Children may not obey/ But children will listen/ Children will look to you/ For which way to turn/ To learn what to be/ Careful before you say/ "Listen to me."/ Children will listen”

All That’s Known, And Then There Were None and The Mirror-Blue Night from Spring Awakening (honorary mentions: B*tch of Living and Don’t Do Sadness/Blue Wind ) Spring Awakening is really angsty. Jess is really angsty as a teen. Spring Awakening is unconventional and has a lot of teen rebellion. Jess was an unconventional teen rebel (without a cause). This just works really well. Some highlight lyrics: “You doubt them, and soon they bark and hound you/ 'Til everything you say is just another bad about you” from All That’s Known, “But there's nowhere to hide from the ghost in my mind/ It's cold in these bones- of a man and a child/ And there's no one who knows, and there's nowhere to go/ There's no one to see who can see to my soul” from The Mirror-Blue Night and “Just f*ck it—right? Enough, that's it/ You'll still go on—well, for a bit/ Another day of utter shit—/ And then there were none” from And Then There Were None.

Half (if not all) of Hadestown (especially the Epics, Way Down Hadestown, When the Chips Are Down, the Chants, and Promises) As previously mentioned, this definitely seems like a possible favourite for Jess. This ask goes more into it. I think Jess would see himself in both Euridice and Orpheus (arguably more in Euridice, but I still think both). I also think that even though he’d be biased towards the concept album, he’d relate to the NY workshop Hermes. And I won’t highlight lyrics because in that case we would be here all week.

Cancelling the Bar Mitzvah, The Games I Play and I Never Wanted to Love You from Falsettos Dysfunctional family dynamics with whip smart dialogue and roast humour? Yeah that’s perfect for Jess. I’m not sure if he’d relate to any characters (maybe Jason) but he’d be drawn to specific lyrics. Like “I never wanted to love you/ I never wanted, 'till death do we two part.'/ Condescend, stay my friend/ How do I start/ Not to love you?” from I Never Wanted to Love You, and “Tell him things happen for no damn good reason/ And his lack of control kills what’s best in his soul/ And this is the start of his becoming a man” from Cancelling the Bar Mitzvah.

Here are some honorary mentions because this post is getting long:

Poor Jud is Daid from Oklahoma!

Pretty Funny and Come Back from Dogfight

You Don’t Know from Next to Normal

Skid Row (Downtown) from Little Shop of Horrors

Another Room in Your Head and Sick to Death of Alice-ness from Alice by Heart

People from Funny Girl

Thoughts, people? Am I experiencing brainrot or am I on to something?

[rmtndew]

All I’ve Ever Known ~ Chapter 4

Summary: Fiona’s life is a shattered fraction of what it used to be. She’s trying to navigate her new normal when she meets Detective Marshall, who gives her something more to look forward to.

Pairing: Marshall and OFC.

Rating: PG

Warnings: Mentions of death, cancer.

A/N - This was intended as a short drabble but it got out of hand and became a multi-chapter story instead. It’s my first Marshall fic and the first fan fic that I’ve written in over a decade. The title comes from the song ‘All I’ve Ever Known’ from Hadestown: ‘I was alone so long, I didn’t even know that I was lonely. Out in the cold so long, I didn’t even know that I was cold. Turned my collar to the wind, this is how it’s always been. All I’ve ever known is how to hold my own, but now I want to hold you, too.’

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

I woke the next morning ten minutes before my alarm went off. At first I couldn’t figure out why and tried burrowing back into my warm bed to get my last few minutes of sleep back, but then my phone alerted me to a new text and I realized that’s what had woken me up. I sighed. I knew it was Darcy. Sometimes she woke up early with big ideas for her store and texted them to me, asking my opinion. She met me when I was working in interior design and any time she entertained the idea of having a dine in section, she’d send me pictures of what she wanted and ask how feasible it would be. Most of the time they were way too grand to fit into her pre-existing building. Other times she’d talk about a small coffee shop to encourage more people to come in and pick up their own orders and cut back on our deliveries. But I couldn’t see how renovating a portion of the store, buying new equipment and hiring extra employees to run a coffee shop would lower costs just by maybe cutting back on some deliveries. 

I was planning on ignoring the text until after I’d actually gotten up, but when another came through I knew it was best to just go ahead and nip it in the bud before she sent me an entire magazine’s worth of photos. But when I hit the home button on my phone I saw that the texts hadn’t come from Darcy. I had to squint against the brightness of the screen to make sure I saw the name right. Marshall.

I sat up and turned on my lamp, then looked at my phone again, reading the texts from their previews. 

Hey, it’s Marshall. I had a great  time yesterday. Sorry I was falling asleep on you. Can I make it up  to you this weekend?

Sorry. You’re probably sleeping. It might take more than coffee to make it up to you now. Dinner?

I suddenly felt wide awake and was no longer irritated by my few minutes of missed sleep. I would have gladly given up several hours for those texts. I decided not to reply to them right then, though. I wanted to make sure I’d had enough coffee to formulate a comprehensible reply and not look like I was drunk texting him, which I had a history of. My conversations with Darcy at five in the morning were proof of that. 

I got up and went about my morning routine like usual, trying not to wake Mom. When I made my way downstairs, I poured a cup of coffee and sat at the table. I sipped it, thinking about what to say to Marshall. I wrote and rewrote the text half a dozen times before finally having something I felt okay with, then I sent it.

Hey Marshall. I had a great time, too. You don’t have to make up for anything but I’d still like to have dinner with you. What day did you have in mind?

My heart was thudding from nerves and excitement. I was so focused on trying to calm myself down that I almost didn’t hear Mom when she walked in.

“Morning, sweetie,” she said, grabbing a coffee cup.

“Good morning,” I replied, then jumped slightly as my phone vibrated on the table. I tried not to look too enthusiastic as I grabbed it. 

Does Saturday work for you?

“Darcy again?” Mom asked, pouring coffee for herself. 

“Um...no, actually.” I tried biting back a smile but it didn’t work. “It’s Marshall.”

Her eyes went wide and she smiled back. “He’s writing to you at six in the morning?”

“He actually wrote me earlier. He asked if I wanted to have dinner with him Saturday.”

She sat down at the table beside me. “What did you tell him?”

“I haven’t replied yet. I don’t want him to think I’m just waiting by the phone for him.”

She looked at the phone in my hand. “Isn’t that exactly what you’re doing, though?”

“Yes, but he doesn’t have to know it.”

She laughed then blew on her coffee. “I’m glad this whole texting business wasn’t around when I was dating your father.”

“Even if it was, you’re a lot more forward than I am. You wouldn’t have had a single issue with texting Dad first, or answering him right away,” I said. My phone made another sound, reminding me of my unread text and I finally opened it, then replied. 

Saturday is perfect. What time  would you like to meet? 

“Well, there was only room enough for one coy person in our relationship and Rodger called that role,” Mom said after I put my phone down. 

I laughed. “I don’t think ‘coy’ was the right word for Dad. I think socially awkward was more appropriate.”

“He was too smart to be a social butterfly, too. He had to have a couple of flaws.”

“He couldn’t set the timer for the coffee pot, no matter how many times I showed him, and he thought that the Sharknado movies were amazing. He had his flaws,” I joked.

“This coffee pot is confusing.”

“He was an engineer!”

My phone buzzed in my hand and that time I didn’t wait to open the text. I read it right away. 

Would you let me pick you up  instead? Around six?

“Well, what does he say?” Mom asked.

“He wants to pick me up instead of me meeting him.”

“Are you going to let him?” 

I looked at her and she was smiling at me. I shook my head at her, laughing again. “You want him to come here so that you can see him, don’t you?”

She shrugged. “You keep talking about how handsome he is.”

“He is handsome. And it’s an awfully gentlemanly thing to do…” I bit my lip for a moment, pretending to think it over.

“Just tell him yes. We both know you’re going to.”

I gave another laugh. “Fine.”

I would like that, thank you. And  I’m curious, what does Detective  Marshall eat when he’s not eating a  cuban sandwich and plain chips?

I put my phone on the table. “What are your plans for today?” I asked, then took a sip of my coffee. 

She gave me a cheeky grin. “Changing the subject.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not changing the subject. I’m asking what my mother is going to be doing while I’m out earning the bread for this family,” I joked.

She snorted. “You don’t earn the bread, Fi, you just bake it.” She nodded at my arm. “And burn yourself in the process.”

“That’s the first time I’ve burnt myself in a year and a half. I’d say that’s a pretty good record.”

“That’s true,” she said. “And if you must know, I was thinking of going down to Valley and talking to Georgia about starting music lessons again after the new year. I think by then I’ll have recovered enough to be able to teach at least a few days a week.”

“You’re going to put yourself around snot nosed kids in the dead of flu season?” I asked dryly.

“I’ll be teaching teenagers, not little kids, and I’ll wear a mask,” she said. “I’ll make sure to clean everything between students and have them use hand sanitizer when they come in. I’m not going to be immunocompromised forever, and I’m not going to live in a bubble until then, either.” She gave me a smirk. “Besides, I can’t let you be the only one that earns the bread around here.”

I laughed at her but it was cut short when my phone buzzed again. 

Stuff that’s probably not very  good for him. Like Italian.  How does that sound?

Just when I thought I couldn’t be any more attracted to him, he confessed to liking my favorite type of food. I couldn’t stop my train of thought that went to me one day making an Italian dinner for him as a date. But my mind’s eye set up the imaginary dinner in my old apartment and I knew that would never happen. I let that thought go and took a deep breath, trying to focus my attention on the present moment.

That sounds great. I love  Italian food.

I sent it and sat back in my seat. I tried not to let my mind wander too far down the road with Marshall. I’d been on a lot of first dates in my life with guys that I’d thought were great who turned out to be jerks and I knew what that disappointment felt like. And even though I couldn’t imagine Marshall disappointing me in the same way they had - he’d proven at our coffee date that he was far more respectful, even while he was tired - I wanted to remind myself that I needed to take things one step at a time. 

Perfect. I’ll see you  Saturday at six, then.

I must have looked pretty gooey eyed over the whole thing because Mom reached out and touched my wrist gently. When I looked at her, the teasing tone was gone from her face and she was smiling at me. “I’m happy for you, sweetie. I really am.” 

I was a ball of nerves all Saturday morning and afternoon. More than I’d ever been on the day of a first date. But nothing with Marshall fell into my ‘usual’ category. There was something about him that made him different from any other man I’d gone out with. And maybe that was it: He was a man. Not some boy masquerading as one. He was quiet, and fierce, and protective. He thought before he spoke. And even when delivering a threat - like he had to that creep in the bar - he’d done it calmly and with authority. He exuded confidence, not cockiness, and there was honestly nothing more attractive than that. 

I was nearly ready, just zipping up my boots, when I heard a crash downstairs. I rushed down and found Mom in the kitchen, trying to pick up the broken pieces of one of her giant coffee mugs.

“I’m - I’m not sure what happened,” she said. “I just lost my grip.”

“It’s okay.” I took a step towards her, trying to avoid the pile of porcelain. “Let me clean it up.” 

“I can do it,” she said, sounding flustered.

“I know you can but you’re in socks and I’m wearing boots.”

She stood her ground for a moment, then finally sighed and relented, taking a step back. “Okay. I’ll get you the broom.”

“It’s fine. I’ll get it. Just watch your step.”

I went to grab the broom as she threw away the large chunks of her broken cup that she’d been able to pick up with her hands. I could tell she was frustrated. 

“You know, if you didn’t like that mug, you could have just gotten rid of it, you didn’t have to break it,” I joked, taking the broom and dustpan from the broom closet. “Or were you afraid I wouldn’t take the hint and buy you another one if I thought it just went missing?” 

She gave a small laugh but I could tell she was still embarrassed. “I actually liked that coffee mug a lot.”

“I’ll get you a new one.”

“You don’t have to do that. I can -” 

The doorbell rang and she stopped mid-sentence. We both froze, my eyes flicking to the clock on the stove. It was 5:53. Marshall was early. After a moment, Mom took a step towards me, holding out her hand to take the broom from me. I shook my head.

“You’re wearing socks,” I reminded her. “I don’t want you to cut your foot.”

Her eyes grew wide. “So you’re going to clean up after me while I go meet your date?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She brushed her hand over her barely there hair, trying to collect herself, then let out a breath. “Okay, I’ll go let him in.”

“Don’t be too charming. He might have a thing for cougars and I don’t want to have to fight my mom for a guy.”

She smiled for real, the embarrassment of having her daughter clean up after her letting go enough that it was no longer plainly visible. “No promises,” she joked, then left the kitchen to answer the door. 

It didn’t take long to clean up. Even though the cup had shattered pretty good, its bright white color stood out against the dark wood of the floor, making even the tiniest pieces easy to see. After making sure I’d cleaned it all up, I threw away the pieces and put up the broom and dustpan, then went to find Mom and Marshall. 

They were standing in the entryway. Mom was saying something about teaching at Valley and Marshall stood in front of her, his hands clasped behind his back, and a look of sincere focus on his face as she spoke. Mom was a small woman but next to him, she looked comically tiny. 

I paused for a moment, taking him in. His hair looked a bit more controlled than any other time I’d seen him, his curls tighter and not quite as messy. His beard looked like it had been trimmed, giving it a purposeful look instead of the ‘I’m too busy to shave’ vibe that I’d gotten from him previously. He wore a thick blue sweater that made the color of his eyes pop when they drifted over to me. It was brief, maybe less than a second, before concentrating on Mom again. But he had a slight smile and it was enough for her to notice. She turned and looked at me. 

“There she is. I guess I’ll stop talking your ear off and let you two go,” she said. 

Marshall smiled at her, then at me, bigger that time. “I didn’t realize I was early. I apologize.” 

“No, don’t. You’re fine,” I said, moving to grab my coat. “I’m ready, I was just cleaning up a broken cup. I’m basically like Cinderella around here.” 

Mom snorted. “Hardly. Cinderella was made to do chores. You’re the one who won’t let me lift a finger,” she said. “Besides, I think she sang while she worked.”

I raised my eyebrow at her as I put my coat on. “Do you want me to sing?”

She shook her head. “No. No one wants that, sweetie,” she said, making Marshall laugh. She looked at him. “Fi spent a good portion of her teenage years screaming along to music in her room. I didn’t even know you could make ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fun’ sound angry until she proved otherwise. Needless to say, her father and I encouraged her other interests a bit more enthusiastically.”

I grabbed my purse. “I should have let you clean up your own mess and answered the door myself,” I joked before kissing the top of her head. “Bye, Mom.”

Marshall smiled again. “It was nice meeting you, Mrs. Sparks.”

“Likewise, Detective Marshall. You two have fun.”

We left the house and after a few steps down the walkway, he jabbed his thumb back at the door. “She’s funny.”

“She can be,” I agreed. “She’s a spitfire, though, that’s for sure.”

“I like it.”

“Yeah, I like it, too.”

We walked to his truck and he opened the door for me. “You look gorgeous, by the way,” he said as I got in. 

I felt myself blush instantly, caught off guard by the compliment. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, closing the door for me. 

We’d only made it to the driveway and my stomach was already doing somersaults. He made me feel like a teenage girl, all giddy and excited, and I loved it.

He went around the front of the truck, then climbed in the driver’s side. I tried to sneak a look at him while he was putting on his seat belt but he caught me. He smiled as I snapped my head straight ahead. 

“Sorry, I just, I was…” I tried to think of an excuse but I couldn’t think of anything that didn’t sound lame. I let out a sigh. “I was checking you out,” I admitted. “I can’t lie. There’s no point. Sorry.”

“That’s the least offensive thing a woman has ever apologized to me for,” he said with a laugh, starting the truck. He leaned forward enough to catch my eye, making me instinctively turn my head towards him. He grinned. “Did you see anything you like?”

My blush deepened and I couldn’t hold back a giggle. “Maybe.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I mean, that is a nice sweater.” 

“Oh, so you were checking out my jumper?”

I shrugged. “It brings out your eyes.”

“Does it now?”

“It does. And you have very lovely eyes.”

“Thank you,” he said. “But my daughter bought the jumper, so I can’t take credit for it.”

“She did a good job,” I said, forcing my eyes to look up front as we pulled out of the driveway. Even though I’d already admitted to checking him out, there was a difference between looking and leering and I didn’t want to come off as creepy. “I take it that this wasn’t your weekend to have her?”

“It was supposed to be but she was invited to a Halloween party with some of her friends so she asked to do that instead. She’ll be with me tomorrow.”

“What did she dress as? For the party.”

“A cowgirl.” 

“Does she ride horses or did she just like the costume?” 

“No, she rides. She took lessons when she was a bit younger. And she and I go riding some weekends.” 

“So you’re Detective Marshall during the week and cowboy Marshall on the weekends? Does that ever cross over? Do they have mounted police in the homicide unit?”

He shook his head as he laughed. “No, not that I’m aware of.”

“That’s a shame.”

“Is it now?” he asked, and his tone made me blush all over again.

“I’m actually not going to answer that. I’m going to wait until we get a little further from my house to fully embarrass myself so that when you fake an emergency to get rid of me, my ego doesn’t get too crushed.”

“Do you really think I’d do that?”

“I hope not, but I’ve been excited about having dinner with you, so I’m going to try not to mess it up.”

“I think you’d have to try pretty hard to mess it up,” he said as we stopped at the end of my street. He glanced at me. “And I’ve been excited about it, too.”

[therainbowwillow]

Previous part: https://therainbowwillow.tumblr.com/post/640627005428318208/therainbowwillow

Part 9!

Premise/last time on this Hadestown AU: Challenged by the Fates, Hermes scrambles onto the train out of Hadestown just in time. Eurydice and Apollo treat Orpheus’s wounds. Hyacinthus takes a nap. Persephone considers filing for divorce. Achilles and Patroclus silently brood over the fact that they’re sharing a train car with Apollo, who indirectly (okay, not that indirectly) murdered them during the Trojan war. Dionysus encourages his mother to please divorce his homicidal father already. Thanatos and Hypnos flee Hadestown on foot. Hades hides to avoid the riots (that he totally caused by trying to kill Orpheus, this is his fault.)

(can you tell writing a synopsis is sometimes my favorite part of this process? I’m a first time fanfic writer, okay? Let me have this!)

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Hades slides the last lock into place and begins to barricade his bedroom doors. Being walled up in his living quarters, he thinks, does not look good for his image. Then again... what image does he have left to preserve?

He tries not to remember the pain and terror in Orpheus’s eyes. He was helpless. He hadn’t struggled, only given a desperate plea for his life.

Hades knew Orpheus had escaped. He’d watched Hermes from his tower, as he’d wrapped the wounded poet in his coat and carried the boy away from his confinement.

Hades had been given a choice when the boy arrived: appease the workers by letting Orpheus flee or kill the boy and appear strong. He’d taken the middle route. His shades had no respect for him any longer. Now, they pounded at his bedroom door, chanting Orpheus’s name.

Thanatos had been right, of course. He was weak. Foolish. Everything was far out of Hades’s reach now. Persephone would find her mother. As much alcohol as it might take, she was strong; she’d fight the bindings of the food of the dead. She would not return to him now. Orpheus would survive. Counterintuitively, Hades finds himself hoping the boy had made it out safely. Half of him prays that Orpheus will recover and sing the world back into tune. He’ll never get to see it, Hades realizes. Orpheus’s springtime will be lost on the underworld. Nothing will change. Hadestown will never again see flowers bloom. Eventually, the boy’s song will be forgotten by the dead as the Lethe again took its hold. Orpheus and Eurydice’s persistence may well earn them a seat among the gods. They’d never again return to his halls. All Hades has is his kingdom. And he must keep his grip. He will keep his grip. He always has.

The ground trembles. Another mine collapsed or production line blown sky high, he knows. Hades shuffles through his wife’s dresser, preparing to add it to the barricade. He finds a bottle of wine in the bottom drawer with a note attatched. ‘For when I see you again, Seph!’ it reads, ‘Much love, Dionysus.’ Hades slams the bottleneck against the dresser. It shatters to bits. He pours the wine into his mouth and swallows. It reminds him of the few sweet springtimes he’d spent up above. He finishes the bottle.

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“Strong enough?” Hermes asks, handing Apollo a bottle of morphine.

“Should be. I’ll give him a dose. It’ll knock him out long enough for me to stabilize his condition. Eurydice, distract him for a second.”

“Hey, Orpheus,” she says. “When we get married-”

“We’re getting married?”

She smiles. “Oh, yes. Anyway, when we get married, you get to help me make the bouquet. And, I was thinking, we could write a nice little poem on the wedding invitations.”

“What would it say?” He asks.

“That’s your job!” She laughs.

“What would you write?”

“I dunno! ‘Roses are red, our love is true, we’re getting married to prove it to you!’”

He grins. “That’s terrible.”

“I told you! I’m not a poet.”

“Okay, so I’ll write the invitations,” he says.

“Let’s hold the ceremony outside. Maybe during cherry blossom?”

“Heads up, Eurydice, he’ll be out of it soon,” Apollo warns her.

Eurydice nods and continues, “Who should we invite?”

“Hermes and Persephone.”

“How about me?” Apollo asks.

“Oh yeah. And Hyacinthus too. Everyone we know can come! We’ll have wine for Seph and I’ll drink grape juice!”

Eurydice laughs. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?”

“A lot,” he says. “A lot a lot.”

“More.”

“All the way to the stars?” He guesses.

“Past the stars and all the way back,” Eurydice corrects him.

His breathing steadies a little. “Can I sleep now?” He asks.

“Yes,” Apollo responds.

“When you wake up,” Eurydice says, “I’ll be right here. We’ll get married during cherry blossom once you’re feeling better and then you’ll teach me how to play the lyre.”

“Tch. Will you actually listen this time?” His words are slurred slightly by the medicine.

“I promise I will.”

“And you won’t try to throw my lyre into the fireplace?”

“I didn’t- okay. No, I won’t.”

“Good. Eurydice, I love you.”

“I love you too. Now get some sleep.”

He closes his eyes and his breathing steadies. Eurydice sinks back in her chair. “He’ll be alright?” she asks.

“Should be.” Apollo winces. “Give me a dose of that morphine or get this arrow out of my ankle, would you?”

“I’ll get Patroclus,” Hermes replies.

He returns a moment later with Achilles and Patroclus in tow. “Well,” Achilles remarks, “looks like karma caught up to you.”

Apollo rolls his eyes. “I saved the kid, now do me a favor and shut it.”

“Fine. Lay down.”

“What, on the floor? I don’t get a bed?”

“Yes, on the floor,” Patroclus snaps. “I’m not dragging you around.”

“Okay, okay.” Apollo puts his hands up in defeat and lowers himself to the ground.

“Listen, your lover boy’s asleep. So how do you want to do this?”

“Quietly,” Apollo says through gritted teeth.

“Alright.” Patroclus stuffs a scrap of cloth into Apollo’s mouth. “Bite this.”

He does. Patroclus snaps the arrow shaft. Apollo clenches his fists.

“Sorry,” Patroclus mutters, unapologetically.

“Mmmph.” Apollo attempts to reply through the cloth.

He yanks the arrow out. Apollo gives a muffled cry of pain. “Alright, there you go. A bandage and you should be fine.”

He spits out the rag. “You’re not even going to bandage it yourself?”

“No. Apollo, you guided a spear through my stomach and an arrow through Achilles’s foot. You let us bleed to death surrounded by the bodies of our fallen friends. Deal with it yourself or find a doctor whose life you didn’t end.”

Apollo stares up at the ceiling. “Take care of Hyacinthus, would you?”

“That I will,” Patroclus replies, honestly. “He’s doing well. He’ll want to see you when the pain meds wear off. So here.” He tosses Apollo a roll of bandages. “I’ll get you when he wakes.”

Hermes kneels at Apollo’s side. “You want a hand?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he says, breathless. “That’d be nice.”

“Thank you. For helping with Orpheus. I know you would’ve liked to see Hyacinthus,” Hermes says.

Apollo half-smiles. “Orpheus is my son too. He’s a good kid, Hermes. You raised him well.”

“He admired you, Apollo. He cherished your visits.”

“I should’ve come more often,” he mutters.

“You were grieving,” Hermes reminds him. “Orpheus knows how it is. He never blamed you.”

“I’ll come by more often once this is all over. I’d like to promise him that.”

“He’d appreciate it, Apollo,” Hermes tells him.

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“Persephone?” The door opens. She turns in her seat.

“Dionysus. Come sit.” He takes a seat beside her. “What now?” she asks softly.

“You stay with me, Persephone. Demeter and I will take care of you.”

She shakes her head. “I’m bound to that place.”

“You know Demeter would find a way around it. She’d bribe Zeus. Whatever it takes, mama.”

“Remind me this, son. What did I see in that man?” She asks in a low tone.

“He was kind. Reliable. He always treated me well as a boy. Gave me a normal life. As normal as the underworld gets, that is,” Dionysus reminisces.

“What changed? What broke inside of him for him to put a knife through Orpheus? Send shades to hunt us? I cannot say that he is not the man I know, though. I’ve seen this for years.”

“I...” he pauses. “I don’t know.”

“I feared for you, Dionysus. I sent you away to keep you out of his grasp. I stayed longer winters to distract him. It wears on me, even now.”

“Mother, I can handle myself.”

“Not against Hades. I will not have you put yourself on the line for me, son,” she tells him, sharply.

“I don’t want you going back there, Persephone!” he pleads.

She shakes her head. “Hades will contact his brother. Zeus has no pity for a woman’s whining. Hades will keep his kingdom, and he will keep his wife.”

“Mother-”

She cuts him off. “Be realistic. We must work out a reasonable agreement. We need to protect Orpheus, first and foremost. If he is not protected by my contract, then I will not take it. I will plead for shorter months stuck down there, but I would hope for very little. You will swear to me that you will follow the rules laid out for us, regardless of how harsh they may be.”

“I will not,” he says.

“This isn’t up for debate. Hades owns me. He owns everything that touches his foresaken realm. I am his queen; I am his prisoner.”

“I’m not letting him have you!”

“I’m not giving you a choice, Dionysus. I bound myself to him. I cannot change the past. All we can do is try, my son.”

[pointlesstrashyexistence]

Doctor Who and Hadestown got me emotional and made me realize some things about my feelings for Supernatural

I was listening to the Hadestown soundtrack while trying to find where I can watch the last four seasons of Doctor Who for free (I was binging it a few months back and then it was no longer on Amazon Prime so I’d have to pay to watch it). While listening to the Road to Hell Reprise I had a crushing realization about a) why I had hope for Castiel’s return in the last two episodes and b) why I am rewatching Supernatural despite how horrible that ending was.

So my hope for Cas’ return, I realized, had to do with my love for Rose Tyler and one of the most iconic and heartbreaking Doctor Who scenes, Rose and the 10th Doctor’s goodbye in the Season 2 finale. Watching Dean cry alone in an abandoned bunker after Cas said “I love you” before sacrificing himself so Dean could live, with the last remnant of Cas to remain being a bloody handprint on the same shoulder Cas “raised him from perdition” from and constantly touched to the point where Dean knew something was wrong with Casifer when the opposite shoulder was touched? Very much gave me flashbacks to the 10th Doctor crying alone in the Tardis after being cut off from telling Rose “I love you” when they burnt a sun to see her again, and later finding out that one of the last things they have left to prove this incredible woman was real is a purple shirt she left lying around because she felt the Tardis was a home she would constantly return to and treated it like one. And we see Rose one last time twice. First holding the hand of the 10-Too Doctor who does tell her “I love you” and she presumably lives the rest of her days with in the other dimension as a badass. Next, as a younger more innocent version who hasn’t yet met the Doctor, and hears the 10th Doctor tell her she’ll have a great year before entering the Tardis, the space they once shared together and treated as home, for the next regeneration. It was a sort of final “I love you” to Rose from the Doctor, an acknowledgment of one of the most important Doctor Who characters, and a fantastic way to send off the 10th Doctor.

I didn’t need that for Dean and Cas. As much as I would have loved Dean to reciprocate romantic feelings, I didn’t need that. I probably would have found the exploration of a canon queerplatonic relationship just as delightful. But I wanted some kind of acknowledgement of their history and feelings and the significance they have in each other’s lives in a show that puts an emphasis on the idea of family, especially found family. Just like the Doctor is in theory supposed to be the focal point of Doctor Who but often the companions will be just as, if not more, lovable and compelling and need resolutions in their stories to end with acknowledging the significance they’ve had on the Doctor and vice versa, I wanted that for Supernatural. Sam and Dean started off as the only focal point and the audience had almost no recurring fan favorite characters who seemed like they would make it through the show’s entirety to latch onto until Castiel, who stayed for over a decade, and then Jack, who, for the last three years he was there, was constantly made to reaffirm his status as the child of Castiel, Sam, and Dean. I wanted the story to acknowledge the significance of their relationships. That Jack does have three parents. That Cas is important to Sam and Dean. That Sam and Dean do think of Cas and Jack as their family, because they have verbally claimed them as such, and that when someone in their family is taken, they do anything to get them back because the Winchester’s have consistently proven that if it comes between the fate of the world and their family, they always choose family.

Instead, I got that family ends in blood. I got Dean dying from a random giant nail on a post on some mission his abusive father John (because yes, John was shown to be a negligent father who frequently left his children to care for themselves when there was a network of hunters able and willing to take care of Dean and Sam when John couldn’t, like Bobby and Ellen, and child neglect is a form of child abuse) never completed and ended up in a heaven he shares with his father, when his greatest wish that he secretly wanted but thought he would never be able to have was to live and even one day feel secure and safe enough to have a white-picket life. Meanwhile, Sam, who had so much interesting potential that was repeatedly dropped like his magic and psychic powers and how he appeared to want to continue life as a hunter as a potential leader of an organized group while still having a family, just decides to cut out everything that had to do with hunting in his life, including his love-interest of the last few seasons Eileen Leahy, and the few remaining he has friends alive (Garth, Donna, Jody, Claire, etc), and potentially never tell them what happened to Dean, Cas, or Jack, and chase the life he thought he wanted in season 1 to be seen as normal when it seemed more like what he wanted was to be accepted despite how different he was from regular civilians and hunters. And Jack and Cas? They’re throwaway lines.

And here’s where Hadestown comes in to make me realize why I’m rewatching Supernatural. The first song, Road to Hell has Hermes sing “see, someone’s got to tell the tale, whether or not it turns out well, maybe this time it will.” The last song, Road to Hell Reprise has him and Persephone then sing “It’s a sad song, but we keep singin’ even so, it’s an old song . . . and we’re gonna sing it again and again.” Despite knowing how the story of Orpheus and Eurydice ends in tragedy, the show begins and ends with a plea for hope and better things, to continue fighting for a better end despite the odds, and that maybe one day they will get the ending they deserve. And maybe that’s why I’m rewatching Supernatural. It’s hope for a better ending and justice for so many characters that I loved, and got attached to, and felt parts of myself reflected in despite knowing how it ends. But now I’m backed with the knowledge that even though I will likely never see it, I know what a better ending to this story looks like in my mind, and I know others have one in theirs too.

[peraltasames]

suddenly i’m holding the world in my arms

post 7x07 fluff piece bc jake and amy are having a baby y’all!!!

title from all i’ve ever known from hadestown 💛

read on ao3

Amy loses all concept of time from the moment Jake scoops her up off the ground and walks her over to the bed to kiss every inch of her body and whisper “I love you”s until the words ring in her brain on a continuous loop.

He makes love to her slowly, and Amy never has to wonder if this will be the one or if they’ll face more disappointment because they did it. They’re having a baby - she is going to get to raise a child with the person she loves more than anything in the universe, a child conceived in love and joy and hope.

She has no idea how late it is by the time she’s laying peacefully in Jake’s embrace, looking out the window at the city lights and wishing to freeze this moment in her mind forever. She knows eventually they will have to get up to eat something and shower and set their alarms for tomorrow and resume normal life, but their lives are so far from normal right now. She needs to revel in their little miracle for a while longer.

“I can’t believe we’re gonna be parents,” Jake whispers into her hair, his nose brushing against her neck.

Amy feels tears begin to well in her eyes for neither the first nor probably the last time this evening. She shifts back so her back is flush against his chest and she can steal some more of his warmth.

“It still feels so surreal after wanting this for long,” she admits. “I can’t believe I’m growing a real human being inside me right now.”

Jake’s hand moves under the sheets and rests on her stomach, only a few months away from starting to grow to make room for their baby. She slides her fingers into the spaces between his and squeezes lightly.

“It’s crazy,” he says softly, “I haven’t even met this kid yet but I know for a fact that I’m gonna love them more than anything in the world, even if they’re lame and like books more than Die Hard.”

Amy laughs and gently elbows him in the stomach. “Hey, books are not lame. Our kid’s gonna win a Nobel prize.”

“Okay, but even if they inherit your crazy-smart-perfect-genius genes they’ve gotta get some of my coolness, therefore they have to like Die Hard at least a little bit.”

“I don’t see how any child of yours could not,” Amy concedes, patting his hand. “And by the way, they’re gonna be super smart no matter what because their dad is the best detective in the NYPD.”

“Awww, babe.”

She turns in his arms and smiles brightly at him, leaning in to press their foreheads together.

“You’re gonna be the best dad ever.”

She watches his eyes fill with tears and feels his thumb gently rubbing circles on her stomach while his other arm wraps around her back, holding both her and the child inside her with so much care that she knows he would do anything in the world to keep them safe.

“Thank you so much, Ames.” He kisses her forehead. “I used to think I would never get the chance to have a perfect family, but-“ His voice gets clogged with emotion and he lets out a breathy laugh. “I’ve never been this happy before.”

She cups his face and leans in to softly kiss him, her lips barely brushing over his. There’s something so simple and beautiful about this moment, the start of a new chapter of their lives that she knows will be their best one yet.

“I love you so much,” she whispers after pulling away, her eyes still closed and her face only an inch from his. “And you don’t have to thank me, I’m pretty sure this was at least fifty percent your doing.”

Jake laughs and leans in to peck her lips again. “I love you so much too, and you know what I mean.”

She does - she knows that he had to work through his childhood trauma and fears of being a father to make the decision to start a family with her. She knows that he’s been the most incredible, supportive husband throughout all of this, and she can’t imagine having married anyone but her best friend. She knows that he wanted this as badly as she did and that he’s gonna be an infinitely better father than his own ever was.

“I do know,” she says with a knowing smile that conveys more than words can.

His hand sweeps over her back and pulls her in to rest her head on his chest, the glow of the streetlights illuminating his face as she looks up at him and fondly runs her hand through his hair.

“Just think,” she murmurs, “in nine months we could be laying right here holding our baby.”

Jake smiles, resting his cheek against her head, and she can tell they’re both imagining a little boy or girl curled up in her arms, sleeping soundly.

“I can’t wait.”

[p1nkwitch]

Can I have 4. 5. and 9. for your fanfic "Wait for me"?

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

“Funny, he called your name before he went, but i guess you were too busy moping to hear him”

This one?? This one I was feeling very cheeky because i love hadestown, case in point the name of the fic right? But this??? This i got to put and i was ecstatic, i love that line so fucking much it hurts. Obviously I tweaked it, but still it's wonderful.

“Peter, I'm here because I want to, I'm here because I need you to be ok, because this past few months? Sucked without you, without our banter, without you pissing me off or making random bets to alleviate the mood, cause everything was falling apart but you betted that you could eat 20 marshmallows to cheer me up and I laughed for 20 minutes. I want you” He sees him shift in place.

I just love the visual idea of this, plus Elias just… really loving this dumb lonely man.

“I recorded it, waited till she was done and… sent her away into the lonely”

Also this?? This I love, because it shows that Peter just… doesn't care much about others he doesn't care about, he became morally bankrupt too and loved Jonah enough to do so.

5: What part was hardest to write?

The ending, because I kept flip flopping over it regarding which one I wanted to go with. Otherwise… the recording from Barnabas, i just don't like cheating in general, so i had to figure out how to frame it, for him to be ok with Jonah being with Peter.

They loved each other, but they had been falling out of love for a while now, they just clinged to each other because it was familiar at that point.

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

More like alternate endings. The Story was always going to be Jonah going to look for Peter in the lonely, because I love that so much. I should do it again because it's my favourite concept. Or just do the entire thing in a full reverse au, but like too much work and I am already swamped as it is.

But as for the endings!! There were 2 other possible ones albeit the difference was the amount of smut.

I went with the one with them causing the apocalypse and living happily ever after in their tower of power as you know.

But the other idea I got was that unlike Jmart, Peter actually came back early and stopped Jonah from finishing the incantation. Then they would just go and kill Jon and Martin and take over the institute.

The other idea was similar, buuuuut, let's say that Peter was not able to stop Jonah the normal way so he got more handsy wink wink, one thing led to another and voila! Still stopped him but more sexy along the way. I chickened out of course, because i suck.

Still I'm happy with the evil overlords ending too.

[fmdtaeyongarchive]

ash kwon, but it’s musical theatre songs, pt.2 : love | a playlist [spotify]

alternate title: ash kwon, but it’s musical theatre songs, but this time it’s a thinly-veiled commentary on how his unrealistic and often unhealthy perspective on love is best mirrored through romanticized, dramatized media such as musicals.

i. “gimme gimme” from thoroughly modern millie.

I need it! Gimme, gimme that thing called love. I want it! Here I am, St. Valentine. My bags are packed, I'm first in line. Aphrodite, don't forget me! Romeo and Juliet me! Fly, dove! Sing, sparrow! Gimme fat boy's famous arrow! Gimme, gimme that thing called love!

ash is obsessed with romantic love wbk. this is more meant to reflect the overzealous attitude and unrealistic optimism ash had about love when he was younger. it was, and still is at times, the one thing he believes he can’t live without.

ii. “something to believe in” from newsies.

An angel come to save me Who didn't even know she gave me Something to believe in, For even a day. One day may be forever, But that's okay. That's okay. And if I'm gone tomorrow What was ours still will be. I have something to believe in Now that I know you believed in me.

i’m taking this pretty out of context here because it’s supposed to be sweet 🙄 and romantic 🤢 or whatever in context, but i’m using it more to further symbolize what i said at the end of my explanation for the last song. ash has built himself a headspace over the years where he believes romantic love is the only thing that gives him any real purpose on earth. it’s part of why he often takes break-ups so hard, and why they’re so hard on his mental health, and yet he seemingly rebounds from relationships onto someone else so unusually fast — because he needs something and someone to believe in so that he can feel believed in in return.

iii. “dust and ashes” from natasha, pierre, and the great comet of 1812.

They say we are asleep Until we fall in love. We are children of dust and ashes, But when we fall in love, we wake up, And we are a God And angels weep, But if I die here tonight, I die in my sleep. All of my life I spent searching the words Of poets and saints and prophets and kings, And now at the end all I know that I’ve learned Is that all that I know is I don’t know a thing .

basically me taking another song that’s supposed to be a more positive outlook on love and using it to represent ash’s unhealthy dependency on it. the first six lines here are a paraphrased quote from war and peace, but they also sound like something ash would write. another take on why he rebounds so quickly: because he feels almost numb, asleep, or dead, without romantic love and the validation and purpose he gets from it in his life.

iv. “someday” from the hunchback of notre dame.

Someday When we are wiser, When the world's older, When we have learned, I pray Someday we may yet live To live and let live. Someday Life will be fairer, Need will be rarer, Need will be rarer, Greed will not pay.

this song isn’t explicitly romantic other than being sung by romantic interests, but with that context, i do believe it shows the optimism ash can’t let go of about love. love is the most beautiful thing on earth in ash’s eyes, but he’s well-aware that, historically and to this day, it’s not something everyone’s privileged to be able to experience without fear. he believes that as long as humanity holds onto love, in a more general sense this time, there’s hope for mankind to improve.

v. “perfect for you” from next to normal.

[HENRY] Our planet is poison, The oceans, the air, Around and beneath and above you. [NATALIE] Um, Henry, that's true And I totally care... [HENRY] I'm trying to tell you I love you. [NATALIE] What? [HENRY] The world is at war, Filled with death and disease. We dance on the edge of destruction. The globe's getting warmer by deadly degrees. [NATALIE] And this is one fucked up seduction. [HENRY] This planet is pretty much broken beyond all repair, But one thing is working if you're standing there. Perfect for you. I could be perfect for you. I might be lazy, a loner, A bit of a stoner, it's true, But I might be perfect... I'll make myself perfect, Perfect for you.

ash vc: global warming is going to kill us, we might as well fuck

i mean, yeah, but not really. this is here because ash really does love to try to find his life purpose in trying to be “perfect” for others. 🥴

also ash is lowkey henry and natalie’s lovechild, let’s discuss

vi. “if it’s true” from hadestown (2017 ver) - not on spotify playlist, link here.

If it’s true what they say, If my love is gone for good, They can take this heart away. They can take this flesh and blood. Take my mouth that kissed her mouth. Take my tongue that sung her praise. Take my arms that used to reach out In the dark to where she lay. If it’s true what they say, I’ll be on my way. If it’s true what they say, If there’s nothing to be done, If there’s no part to be played, If there’s no song to be sung, Take this voice, take these hands; I can’t use them anyway. Take this music and the memory Of the muse from which it came.

yeah... ash is dramatic as hell.

vii. “bad idea” from waitress.

It's a bad idea, me and you. Let's just keep kissing 'til we come to. Heart, stop racing. Let's face it, making mistakes like this will make worse what was already pretty bad. Mind, stop running. It's time we just let this thing go. It was a pretty good bad idea, wasn't it though? It's a bad idea, me and you. It's a bad idea, me and you. Hold me close while I think this through. Yeah, it's a very poor idea, me and you. [...] I know it's right for me. It's the only thing I've ever done. What if I never see myself ever be anything more Than what I've already become?

yeah... ash is dumb as hell.

[anais-mitchell]

hadestown trader joes lentils reddit drama au

U/hades: Quick Q’ for fans of Trader Joe, how are the steamed lintels? I’ve been a bit hesitant to bring them home to my wife to try, and I really want to get her into lintels. What path do you recommend me to take? Are there other lentil options at the store that you believe would be the superior choice? I’m getting extremely frustrated about it, thank you.

U/orpheus: I had them for the first time today for lunch actually! I warmed them up according to the package and added the bruschetta sauce and feta cheese, because that’s what I was told to do by a friend, and it was SO DELICIOUS!I made lentils for my SO a while back and she didn’t like them, but I’m going to have her try these because I think they will change her mind!

U/hades: For my response, let me just open with the fact that I’m going to be extremely critical of what you’ve just written. It’s the truth, and there’s no way to get around it. Some things are better to face as directly as possible in order to get them over with.

First, you said you warmed it—but how? Try to be more descriptive. If I’m making it for my wife, who I’ll note is very particular, I’ll need to know exactly how to prepare the food. 

Second, why even mention the bruschetta or the feta? Am I going to have to purchase other products in order for my wife to enjoy her meal? You need to be more clear. At least, you should have expanded on it so I know exactly what I’m going to be preparing. Just a general lack of focus that doesn’t sit right for me. Plus, how am I to know whether your “friend” is either Dexter Jettster or god forbid some street rat with a coy smile? Now the responsibility of your recommendation rests on the shoulders of someone who I have no idea what to expect from. Not good. Third, why mention your unsatisfied significant others opinion if you’re trying to get my wife to try it in the first place? It doesn’t leave me with any confidence for the product after you haven’t had any prior success with it. Am I just supposed to recreate your “Dinner of ill Repute” with my wife? Because I can’t afford that. Absolutely not.

Next time please do not comment on my post. I’m under a considerable amount of pressure, and you’ve made me feel even more wretched than normal.

Good riddance

U/orpheus: I guess I’m sorry for trying to help you? Next time, if you are going to be so critical, please don’t ask random internet strangers for help. I was trying to be helpful and you’ve also made me feel more wretched than usual. Enjoy your fucking bag of steamed lentils

U/hermes: Some people can’t be helped. Guessing this delightful guy’s wife is nonexistent.

U/hades: My wife is the love of my life. Everyday I wake up in a dream that never ends because of her undying love. If that’s a problem for you, then you can go to hell. I LOVE my wife.

[kenzierose53]

Promises (xxiii)

Hello everyone! I tried so hard to work on this last night but I kept getting distracted. It wasn’t as long as I wanted it to be which ANNOYS me but I couldn’t think of what else to do in this chapter. 

- MaKenzie ❤️

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ORPEHUS

I couldn’t wrap my mind around her words, not wanting to believe they are true. My mother? There is no way she hit my Eurydice. I know that she doesn’t “approve” of Eurydice but I never thought she would go as far as to harm her. If there was even a fraction of forgiveness for her inside of me that was long gone now.

Coming home and seeing her curled up in the bed sobbing broke my heart. I was out getting supplies for the shop for Hermes and I came home to see the bar in commotion. When I couldn’t find her among the commotion I panicked fearing something happened to her. My fear was only doubled when I saw her sobbing on our bed.

I thought that sight was the worst thing I have seen but seeing her swollen, slightly bruised cheek was the worst thing I have ever seen. The discoloration of her cheek, the broken look in her eyes…it sent me over the edge. I wasn’t there to protect her…protect her from my own mother!

Everything inside of me was begging to go find that woman and tell her that I never wanted to see her again but the crumpled woman in my lap kept me grounded. Right now, she needs me more than anything, to care for her, to fix her. Her sobs had calmed to silent tears falling from her eyes. I remained quiet, unsure of what to say, what to do, at this moment. Here in my arms was the love of my life who had just been attacked by the woman who gave birth to me. How do you react in a situation like this?

“Orpheus?” I barely heard her voice. She sounded broken, tired. I leaned down, grazing my lips on her forehead letting her know I am listening. “Am I good enough for you?” she choked out with a sob.

Is she kidding me? This perfect woman in my arms was asking if she was good enough for me? “If anyone is not good enough it’s me,” I mumbled into her hair.

Her head shook underneath me causing me to pull away look at her. “Orpheus you are the most wonderful man in the world. You brought the world back into tune, you charm every person you meet, you love me regardless of my issues…you’re pure and I’m not. I’m not good enough for you,” the look of fear in her eyes shot fear into my heart. Where is this coming from? Did my mother say this to her?

“Was this because of my mother?” I tried to keep my voice calm but the thought of her listening to my mother’s verbal assault made me angry. Her eyes cast down no longer meeting my gaze. “Regardless of whether or not this is because of my mother…you and I are made for each other,” this caught her attention, she raised her head to meet my gaze again. I leaned down connecting our foreheads. “The moment I saw you I knew you were going to be my wife. Everything inside of me was screamed to love you, to make you happy,” a small smile appeared on her beautiful face.

“You talk about all of these great things I have done…but I couldn’t have done them without you. You’re my muse, my love, my life. Without you I am nothing.” A silent tear slipped from her eye, my thumb brushing it away. “Eurydice, you are my future and we have such a bright one. We are going to make it through all of our issues because we have each other. As for if you’re good enough for me? You’re perfect for me,” I almost didn’t get the chance to finish, her lips attacking mine.  “I love you,” I mumbled between kisses.

Her smile let me know she heard me. Our worries melted away in this kiss, all that mattered was each other. She pulled us back to lay flat on the bed, me hovering above her. Her delicate hands trailed down my torso until they reached the edge of my shirt. I shivered when she ran her hands up my torso, pulling my shirt with her.

Our kiss only breaking when my shirt came over my head. I paused admiring the beauty beneath me, her breathing was heavy, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling. She cut my admiration short by pulling me closer to her. We lost ourselves in a tangle of sheets and passion.  

I was content watching her sleeping figure next to me. My fingers brushed very lightly over the bruised cheek still angry at what happened. I had lost myself in her causing myself to momentarily forget about the mark. All I wanted to do was kiss away the pain but I couldn’t I wonder if this is how she felt when I was beaten in Hadestown?

Placing a gentle kiss on her forehead I pulled myself out of bed quickly dressing. I needed to speak to Hermes about what happened today, why this happened. He was working at the bar when I made my way down. “Is she okay?” his rich voice was full of concern. Silently I nodded and took a seat across from him, “Good, I was really worried about her. She went down hard,” his voice was distant, his gaze moving towards the floor where I am assuming she went down.

“What happened,” I kept the anger at bay the best I could.

Hermes' eyes snapped up to me, “I was in the office doing some bill to keep this place going. It was a normal quiet afternoon; nothing was really going on. All of a sudden I heard some shouting. I dropped everything I was doing and saw your mother at the bar top with Eurydice. Your mother was just laying into poor Eurydice and she tried so hard to be professional. I knew Eurydice would snap sooner or later if I didn’t get over there quick enough. By the time I made it over there, it was too late. Calliope had reached across the bar top and slapped Eurydice,” his voice started to trail.

“She fell hard…the few people rushed to her rescue, her protection. Your mother was yelling about something but I couldn’t focus on what was going on around us. Protecting the girl who had become my family was more important. I helped her to the stairs, I got her to safety,” Hermes' voice was slightly shaky at the end.

I reached over placing a hand on his shoulder “Thank you,” he gave me a smile at this. Knowing that Eurydice meant so much to not only myself but my family reassures me in my love for her. Not that I ever doubted our love but my family is important to me and now Eurydice was a part of my family forever.  “I think I found the one, Mr. Hermes,” my voice picked up.

He set down the rag he held in his hand, the smile doubling on his face. “Do you now son?” his tone was bright, cheery.

Over the past few weeks, I have been searching for a gift for Eurydice, something to show her I was ready for our future together. And even though our apartment has brought us many good memories I think it’s time we get our own house. I wanted us to have our place, our own space, something that was ours. If we have our own house…we can start a family of our own.

I have been searching high and low for the perfect place for us. The money that I had saved over the past year was enough to put a down payment on a house. I told Hermes what I had planned and he supported me greatly, telling me that I had found the perfect girl.

“When are you going to tell her” This thought was something I had been debating for a while. I wasn’t sure when to tell her that I have been house hunting without. Even though I found the perfect home for us, one I am sure she will love too, I was still nervous that she would angry with me. “You know she is going to love it, right?” his tone was teasing, him knowing all of the thoughts going on in my mind.

“After everything she has been through I don’t know if telling her I bought a house without her knowledge would be a good idea tonight,” I could already picture her going on a rant about not being consulted and all sorts of stuff. Imagining her flustered state while she paces around naming all of the things that could go wrong brought a small smile to my face. She is cute when she gets flustered.

“When do you get the keys?” Without answering I pulled the bronze key from my pocket. Hermes smiled at the tiny object. “You’re all grown up,” there was a slight sadness to his tone. “It feels like just yesterday you were running around the bar singing your songs to anyone who would hear, now you’ve bought a house with the woman you love. Where did the time go?” I couldn’t fight the blush that crept onto my cheeks. The look of pride and pure joy on his face heating my cheeks. “I’m proud of you boy.”

Those few words made me feel like I was on top of the world. This god was proud of me, a mere mortal. This man raised me to be who I am today, made me be who I am. He was my family. My life felt complete…except for one thing. My gaze dropped to my ringless finger picturing a ring there someday. While Eurydice and I, and well really everyone, consider us married I want it to be official. I picture her walking towards me, our proclamation of love, a simple band on our fingers signifying our promise to love each other forever.

While the band was just a materialistic thing that was nothing more than a piece of jewelry, the promise that came with…that’s what I wanted. I already promised her I would love her till the end time, walk with her through everything. Even though we promised each other everything already I wanted to show her that I meant it, that I can provide for her and our future.

“That can come next,” Hermes' voice broke me from my thoughts of seeing Eurydice in white. I have talked to him about my dreams of officially wedding her and he told me that she was perfect. “Why don’t you take the rest of the night taking care of your girl?” the sly smile on Hermes' face had me questioning him. “From what I heard you’ve already done that a little bit,” my eyes widened, a raging blush covering my face.

Not wanting this moment to continue any longer, I pushed myself off the barstool. Hermes laugh only caused the blush to darken as I rushed up the stairs. Carefully I opened up the door not wanting to wake my sleeping beauty. I went to grab a glass of water for her to have when she woke up but it slipped from my hands at the sight in front of me.

Eurydice was shaking uncontrollably on the floor. The look in her eyes was manic, full of fear and pain. Her chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace, breath coming out and short gasps. Quickly I rushed over to her side forgetting the broken glass. She flinched back away from me, curling more into herself. Those delicate hands flying up to cover her ears, head shaking violently.