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okay but who else has discovered their fav songs from fandom?? Be it amvs, fic titles on ao3, or just posts saying that "omg this song is so (insert ship)"
#tagging all the songs and ships#jupiter by flower face#iwaoi#haikyuu#hozier#take me to church#no. 6#nezushi#colors by halsey#for naruto#sasunaru#fall out boy#the pros and cons of breathing#once again sns#avicii#waiting for love#victuuri#yuri on ice
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Waiting for Love - Part Seven
Letting Go
Content: December 1970-February 1971, infidelity, smut, fluff, 18+
Catch up here: Waiting for Love series
Early December 1970
“So you’re telling me Elvis was laying here in this very bed last night?” Roxanne buried her face in the pillow and inhaled deeply. “The pillow smells good,” she said dreamily.
“Hey! He’s mine,” Vivien laughed, snatching the pillow away and clutching it to her chest. “Only I get to smell him. And taste him,” she added in a muffled whisper as she lowered her head into the pillow, feeling a little tingle at the memory of him telling her he hadn’t been in anyone else’s mouth since hers.
“You like swallowing him down?” Roxanne asked, crinkling her nose in disgust. “I always just go in the bathroom right away and spit it out when Michael does that in my mouth.”
“Spit it out?” Vivien sounded like she didn’t even know that was an option. “No, I like it. I love the look on his face when he, y’know, finishes,” she giggled. “It feels magical to make him feel so good. Don’t you ever feel that way about Michael?”
“What would be magical is if he ever felt like returning the favor,” Roxanne muttered, trying to quell the feelings of jealousy that were bubbling up. She was happy that Vivien looked so happy, she really was, especially after these last few months of uncertainty, but the look in Vivien’s eyes when she talked about Elvis made Roxanne question if she’d ever really been in love with Michael at all. “So, when do I get to meet him?” she asked, trying not to bring down Vivien’s mood.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Vivien said nervously, fidgeting with the hem of her green sweater dress. “Are you going to be polite to him? And don’t tell him I told you anything about his…penis,” she said, her voice dropping to an embarrassed whisper.
“Don’t worry, hon, I won’t tell him how in love you are with his foreskin,” Roxanne teased as Vivien’s face flushed hotly. “I just figured I’d say something like, ‘When are you gonna divorce your frigid wife and marry my best friend Vivien?’”
“Ha ha, very funny!” Vivien retorted. “You are not saying that!”
“Fine,” Roxanne sighed. “I’ll just think it and send the message telepathically.”
“Okay, I’ll allow that,” Vivien giggled.
“Speaking of penises, did you guys do the deed last night?” Roxanne asked nonchalantly.
“Not the full deed,” Vivien blushed as she thought of what they had done and how intimate it felt. Too intimate to even share with Roxanne. She felt somehow protective of the way Elvis had sat in front of her and stroked his most private, sensitive area while he looked in her eyes, softly moaning. She quickly continued before Roxanne could ask any more questions, “I think I might be ready soon though. He told me that he loves me.” Roxanne’s eyes widened with surprise, and a look of concern flashed across her face. “What? You, um, think he’s just saying that to make me feel better?” Vivien whispered nervously, her stomach dropping.
“No, honey, no,” Roxanne quickly cut in. “I’m just worried about you. He’s telling you that, and I’m sure he feels that way, I mean why wouldn’t he? You’re sweet and beautiful and funny. But he disappeared on you for four months. And he is still living with his wife. And he hasn’t made any move to change that yet, right?”
Vivien could feel her stomach tightening up into knots, all her hope from the night before seeming to dissipate. “Well, what am I supposed to do?” her voice quivered. “You told me I should go for it, and now you’re saying I should just forget about him? I can’t do that.”
“No, Vivien, I don’t know what I’m saying. I just want you to be careful.”
“How do you be careful falling in love?” Vivien asked, brushing a tear off her cheek. “You either love someone or you don’t, right? You have to let go of the doubts. You can’t love someone halfway.”
“Maybe you’re right, Viv,” Roxanne gave her hand a little squeeze. “Just follow your heart and see if it was meant to be. Just know I’ll always be here for you, okay?”
Vivien nodded just as they heard pounding on the door. Vivien jumped up and ran to the living room, wondering whether it was possible that he’d come back so soon. “Elvis! You’re back!” she exclaimed, her spirits immediately lifted into the clouds.
“Of course I’m back, baby,” he said, wrapping her in a big hug. “I didn’t like havin’ ta sneak out earlier, but I didn’t wanna wake ya, and I had some things ta take care of. I had ta come back though cuz I just got some big news and you’re the first person I wanted ta tell.” Elvis was almost breathless with excitement.
“What is it?” Vivien asked eagerly.
“I’m gonna be gettin’ an award next month - the Jaycees Ten Most Outstanding Young Men award!” Elvis was beaming like a little boy, and Vivien had to stop herself from giggling at how cute he looked.
“Don’t you get awards all the time?” she asked, smiling.
“W-w-well sure, but this is different. This ain’t for jus’ singin’; this is because they think I’m a good person. They recognize how I try to be good and help people and ever’thing.”
Vivien’s heart melted that the award he wanted so badly was just to be recognized as a decent human being. “Well, I think that’s the perfect award for you, then. They couldn’t have picked a better man.”
“Ya wanna celebrate, baby?” Elvis whispered as he leaned down and nibbled on her ear.
“Oh, am I interrupting something?” Roxanne asked, wandering out of the bedroom at that exact moment.
Vivien blushed as she pulled away from Elvis’ embrace. “Elvis, this is my best friend Roxanne. Roxanne, Elvis.”
“Oh, the famous Roxanne,” Elvis exclaimed as he raised her hand to his lips and kissed it gently. “I understand you’re to thank for the dress Vivien used to try to seduce me at the movies when we first met.”
Roxanne laughed. “That would be me, yes,” she said. “And apparently it worked?”
“Well, it was actually her copy of The Prophet that did me in,” Elvis said with a smile.
Roxanne’s expression turned serious. “You seem very kind and charming, Elvis, but as Vivien’s best friend, I need to warn you that you better not break her heart.”
Elvis looked surprised for a second before responding. “I’m just hoping she doesn’t break mine.”
Vivien and Elvis both smiled as Roxanne whispered, “Okay, he’s pretty good, I’ll give you that.”
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January 12, 1971
“Honey, I need ta see ya. I’ve been practicin’ this speech for the award ceremony, and I wanna know what ya think.”
“Okay, do you want me to come over?” Vivien asked, never sure of the etiquette for asking if the man you love’s wife was home or not. It had been so difficult to not get to spend Christmas or his birthday with him, although he’d sent her over a beautiful pair of emerald earrings. She prayed that next year would be different, that she wouldn’t have to ask if she was allowed to come over.
“Yes, if you could, I really need ya.” Elvis sounded relieved.
Twenty minutes later, Vivien was walking up the driveway to Graceland. Elvis must have told the security guard to expect her because he opened the gate without a question. Before she could even knock on the door, Elvis flung it open and pulled her upstairs to the study next to his bedroom.
“I-I-I’m so glad you’re here, baby, I’m gettin’ nervous, I jus’ really wanna do a good job,” Elvis seemed agitated in the same way he’d been before filming the concert documentary last summer.
“Elvis, you’re going to do great.” Vivien looked over what he’d written. “Wow, this is really beautiful and heartfelt. I think people will love it,” she said sincerely. “I just wish I could be there with you, to support you.” She smiled wistfully.
Elvis pulled her onto his lap and stroked her back tenderly. “I wish ya could too, baby. It’s just not time yet. But remember, we’re in this together. You’re supportin’ me just by bein’ here now. I love ya, honey.” He laid his head against her chest, soaking in her warmth and love for him.
“I love you too, Elvis. It’s just hard.” Vivien swallowed harshly, trying to fight the tears that were welling up.
“Honey, ya make things hard for me all the time,” Elvis said, trying to hold back the laughter at his own dirty joke.
“Elvis! I’m being serious!” Vivien said, laughing in spite of herself.
“Me too, baby, me too, just touch it and see,” he groaned, lifting his head to kiss her as he grabbed her hand and rested it on his crotch. “See what ya do to me?” he murmured between kisses. “The way you’re always so sweet, always here when I need ya, it-it-it turns me on, baby.”
“Well, I guess I’ll just have to take care of you then,” Vivien whispered, sliding off his lap so she could kneel between his legs and unzip his pants. “If you’re gonna get this speech right, you need to be nice and relaxed. I have the perfect trick for that.” Elvis panted softly as she pulled out his dick and set to work on her mission to relax him, her tongue caring for every part of him.
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February 2, 1971
“Hey, princess! Did ya like Daddy’s show last night?” Elvis scooped Lisa into a big hug as she came charging into his bedroom suite at the hotel.
“Yes! Elvis sing so good and dance funny,” Lisa giggled.
“Not Elvis, baby, call me Daddy,” Elvis laughed as he tickled her tummy.
“Okay Elvis!” Lisa tried to tickle him back with her little fingers.
“I’m glad ya enjoyed your birthday, my yittle Yisa.” Elvis blew a big raspberry kiss on her cheek. “You’re gonna go with Mommy, and I’ll see ya at home in jus’ a few weeks, okay?”
Priscilla cleared her throat where she’d been hovering in the doorway. “Should I, I mean am I supposed to come back for closing night?”
“Uh, n-n-no, ya ain’t gotta come back, that’s alright,” Elvis responded as he pulled her in for a hug, partly just to avoid making eye contact.
“Oh, okay,” Priscilla sounded surprised but almost relieved. There was a certain freedom in accepting that things were coming to an end, in letting go.
As soon as they’d left, Elvis went to the phone and lifted the receiver, his heart beating with excitement as his long fingers dragged the rotary dial around. “Baby? I need ya out here with me. Don’t worry ‘bout packin’ anything. I’ma take good care of ya, honey. How soon can ya leave?”
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One week later
Vivien sat nervously on the edge of the bed in Elvis’ giant hotel suite, eyeing the dress he’d laid out for her to wear. She hadn’t actually gotten to see him yet, and since it had been almost a month, she felt nervous, hoping he would be as excited as she was to be together again. Joe had picked her up at the airport in his usual gruff manner, although he had kept his judgments to himself this time. Elvis must have given him a piece of his mind.
True to his word, Elvis had provided everything she might need - a whole rack of sparkly dresses was hanging in the closet, with matching shoes and even a handbag. She would have been worried they were Priscilla’s, but they all still had the tags on from some swanky boutique. One dress was draped across the bed with a note on top of it.
Sweetheart, wear this tonight. I want everyone to be green with envy that you belong to me. -EP
After wiggling into the dress, Vivien examined herself in the full-length mirror. The dress was emerald green with little rhinestones sewn in that sparkled in the light. The fringe on the skirt swished when she walked, and the dramatic halter top V-neckline was so deep and tight that she thought she might pop out of the fabric if she moved the wrong way. It was certainly the most daring thing she’d ever worn, even more than the dresses Roxanne lent her.
As she studied herself, the conversation she’d overheard at work replayed itself in her mind. She thought her boss had seemed sympathetic when she told him she needed two weeks off for a family emergency. She felt bad about the fib, but she could hardly tell him the truth. Later, as she walked by the lounge, she’d heard his voice drifting out into the hallway as he talked to one of the other lawyers. “A family emergency, right! I heard rumors she’s been whoring herself out to Elvis Presley, if you can believe that. I always thought she was a good girl, but you never can tell these days…”
As they had that day, tears started stinging her eyes. Vivien tried to push all that out of her mind. Elvis wanted her here with him, and nothing was going to ruin that for her. She slipped on a pair of strappy gold sandals and headed toward the door.
After Joe dropped her off at her own booth toward the front of the showroom, he leaned in and smirked. “I’ll get ya during the last song so we can get back to the suite safely. We wouldn’t want ya gettin’ lost in the shuffle of all the women.” Vivien just nodded, tight-lipped, and rolled her eyes as he walked away. Jealousy did not become him.
Vivien was in a state of euphoria as Joe led her back to the suite after the show. There were really no words that could explain the magic of seeing Elvis up on that stage, sharing his gift with the world. Vivien felt like she’d been under a spell watching him, a spell that might never be broken. She waited anxiously for him to arrive, ignoring the glares and curious looks from Joe and the handful of other people who were waiting for the man of the hour. Her heart skipped a beat when Elvis burst through the door with some of his entourage. He looked absolutely stunning, still glistening with sweat. Beauty and sexiness radiated off of him. Vivien smiled as she noticed how the green on his jumpsuit perfectly matched her dress. Elvis caught sight of her and his face lit up as he gathered her into a big hug and planted a kiss right on her lips.
“Y’all can go, I’m tired tonight,” Elvis announced to his crew as he turned back to Vivien with a wink. Everyone cleared out with a slight air of disappointment.
“Are you tired, baby?” Vivien asked with concern, brushing a sweaty lock of hair off Elvis’ forehead. “Did you want to lie down?”
“Naw, honey,” Elvis said with a sly grin. “I jus’ wanted ya all ta myself. I missed ya so much.” He leaned in and caught her lips with his, pushing his tongue gently into her mouth. Vivien softly moaned and Elvis pulled back with a blissful little smile on his face. His smile widened as he looked down. “Y’know the way ya fill this dress out honey, reminds me of our first little pool party where ya decided to come right outta your top and seduce me with your womanly wiles.”
Vivien tilted her head back and laughed. “Oh, it was me doing the seducing? Not you giving me a swimsuit that was two sizes too small?”
“Honey, all I know is that I was tryin’ ta have serious discussions with ya, and your eyes kept wanderin’ all over me,” Elvis teased. “See? You’re even doin’ it now.”
Vivien blushed as she realized her eyes were indeed taking in every part of him. He had removed his heavy gold belt, and every contour of his body now seemed visible through the tight black and green jumpsuit. She put her hand on his chest and then let it trail gently down over his lean stomach until it rested softly on the bulge below his waist. “Can you really blame me when you look this sexy?” she whispered. “I want you so badly.”
Elvis’ eyes sparkled as he responded, “You’re looking quite sexy yourself, baby.” He deftly reached behind her neck and untied the halter straps of the dress, letting the fabric fall down to Vivien’s waist, her soft breasts on full display, her hardened nipples showing just how aroused he made her. Elvis cupped her breasts with his warm hands and leaned down to kiss and lick each nipple.
“Elvis,” Vivien moaned softly.
“Yes, baby?” he murmured, rolling the rest of the dress down and helping her step out of it.
“I’m, I’m ready,” she whispered. “I’m ready to give you every part of me. I want to belong to you completely.”
Elvis stood straight up and looked at her with surprise. “A-a-are ya sure, honey? I want ya ta really be sure.”
Vivien nodded and pulled him close, her naked body trembling in his arms. “I’m nervous, but I’m sure,” she said softly, reaching to help him peel off his jumpsuit, still damp with sweat. Elvis looked at Vivien shyly as he stood before her in just his briefs. “You look more nervous than I do,” she teased as she pulled his underwear down his legs and took in the beautiful sight of his bare body.
“I-I-I jus’ wanna make sure it’s perfect for ya honey,” he said, blushing a little bit at the pleasure she took in looking at him. “You’ve waited a long time, so I want it to be special.”
Vivien smiled at his sweet thoughtfulness. “It will be perfect and special because it’s with you. I’ve been waiting for love, and now I found it.”
Elvis helped her onto the bed and laid himself on top of her, gently kissing her lips before he reached down to guide himself in. He rubbed his hard dick against Vivien’s clit, her arousal growing as she felt his silky soft skin right against her most sensitive spot. “Ya sure you’re ready baby? It might hurt a little at first, but I’ll be so gentle. I’ll take care of ya honey, okay? You just gotta relax and let go.”
Vivien nodded and kissed his soft lips. “I’m ready to let go, Elvis. I’m ready to give you everything.” She could feel his tip start to enter inside of her, her body opening up to accept all of him.
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Waiting for Love (an Odypen fanfiction)
[Okay so I'm writing this fic for EPIC/the Odyssey. And ... it's angsty. I'm posting it in discord lol but I though i'd post it here too :D it's gonna be LONG but yeah hope u enjoy. here's part 1!]
What if Odysseus and Penelope wrote letters to each other while they were apart?
Part 1: Troy
Odysseus was excited, to say the least.
For ten years, all throughout the course of the war, all he had thought about were his wife and son at home. And now he was finally going to see them again.
In the meantime, he wrote, as he had for the past decade.
Dearest love of mine…
Every last letter, from the beginning of the war until the end, had started off the same way. This time, however, Odysseus’s joy knew no bounds.
Dearest love of mine,
The war is over. We have won. After all these years of turmoil, Troy and Achaea are finally at peace.
How is our son, Telemachus? Surely must have grown into a fine prince by now. How are matters in Ithaca? Hopefully, all is well and you are living in peace. Although, I’m sure you have ruled well even in my absence. I deeply admire your courage and strength.
There is so much more I want to ask you; so much I want to say. But I will wait. I’m coming home, Penelope. I’ll finally see you again. Wait for me.
A knock at his door made him jump. The door creaked opened as Eurylochus appeared belowdecks. “Captain?” he prompted. “We are ready.”
Odysseus rose from his chair, his smile nearly spreading off his face. “Full speed ahead, brother.”
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#waiting for love#the odyssey#epic the musical#odypen#odysseus x penelope#odysseus#odyssey#epic: the musical#odypen supremacy#penelope#jorge herrans#jorge rivera herrans#jay herrans
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I'm still waiting for my Gomez.
Tell me, have you found your Gomez Addams?
#the addams family#addams family#gomez and morticia#gomez addams#morticia addams#morticia#true love#waiting for love#goth#gothic#gothgoth#gothcore#goth aesthetic#goth subculture#dark gothic#goth girl#dark aesthetic#alt#alternative#beauty in darkness#all you need is love#goth icons#tim burton#goth quotes#dark quotes#love messages#love#love quotes#spooky#spooky aesthetic
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So a little dump here, I've never been a big poster and usually only repost but this music video by @tapakah0 from the @somerandomdudelmao Cass apocalyptic series. But this animatic has stuck with me the most, the song is very dear to me and the artist who made it reminds me of my uncle and the story line fits so well. The art is absolutely stunning and the animation is spectacular. I have binged every one of the animations and are completely caught up on the comics. The story line of the comics series with the amazing build up, the way the characters interact, the creativity and development. It's always been so interesting. The animatics are so well done and the style is completely unique with amazing choices of song to situation. I appreciate all if the hard work and effort! It takes alot to draw one thing but to create an entire new world is something so surreal that I can't help but re-read and re-watch almost constantly.
Any who sorry for the spam just want to say thank you for this wonderful experience and comic + animation.
Dump written by: Allen
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#infodump#cass apocalyptic series#somerandomdudelmao#tapakah0#animation#animatic#waiting for love#avicii#appreciation post#Youtube#dissociative system
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15. beach
i watch - i watch the time - i watch the waves - i watch the way you pause in front of the ocean - i watch the way you glance at me - the corner of your eye - and i - i want to say hello - i want you to say hello - i want one of us to say - something - i am stuck - romance shy - so my chance dies - i'm sorry - a stupid reason - i wait - i apologise - if it was you - i guess i'll never know now - stupid me - why can't you be - more brave?
#poetry#prose poem#thoughts#spilled thoughts#spilled ink#spilled poetry#writerscreed#poetic stories#twcpoetry#NaPoWriMo#rejectscorner#tortured poets#waiting#always waiting#waiting for love#soulmates#brave
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#love#love i haven't met yet#life#people#quotes#quote#inspiring quotes#wait#waiting for love#orange#book quotes#daily life#life quotes#poetry love#art#calling
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#waitingforlove
Tirana🇦🇱
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Shimmering Blue
I spend more time, I think, outside than in.
Only brief reprieves for a cloud maker.
Above, waves foamy and bright break against the blue beyond.
Or maybe what lies beyond is what broke us below.
Still like waves ebbing and flowing inside our still woefully inadequate mortal coils.
But when our waves break there's chaos, death.
We haven't learned our lessons yet.
Too many lessons in pain.
Pain is free.. take as much as you want.
But what you could learn from it would probably live darkly in a thimble with room to spare.
And a tractor trailer filled to bursting with all the lessons we provide each other, then ignore... or ignite.
Passion rages and hatred consumes.
In a family.. . so many lessons to learn.
But nothing is ever free. Who and what we call our own crash against the tide.
And even in an Earthly garden pruned of its heavenly delights, even then, a wild love can push its way back toward the wild, shimmering, blue.
- - Timothy Wayne "Angel" Topliff (05/16/2023)
#waiting for love#photography#photo#photos#love#sky#waiting on god#waiting on the world to change#poem#poetry#waiting on a miracle#waiting on love
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Will I ever know?
Will I ever know what is like to be loved on the open world?
Will I know what is like to be kissed and hugged?
Without stopping, without thinking if it’ll be troublesome
Will I know how it feels to be shown to all?
As if I’m the precious treasure they guard upon
Will I ever know what is like to be loved with no restrain?
Without stopping and waiting for all the uncertain ways
But first of all
And what scares me the most
Will I ever be ready for that kind of love?
-MyWonderingHead
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Waiting for Love - Series
Part One - He’s a Married Man
Part Two - Pleasure and Patience
Part Three - Nothing Half-Hearted
Part Four - Relax and Enjoy the Ride
Part Five - Never Enough
Part Six - Love is Sufficient
Part Seven - Letting Go
Part Eight - Healing Hands
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Waiting for Love (part 4)
[Okay ik this isn't canon. but in this, Calypso is able to control anyone, anywhere. and by control i mean she can do whatever she wants to them. I hate her. anyways please read the tws before continuing]
[TW: Torture/violence, some suicidal thoughts, and implied/mentions of SA]
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Part 4: Calypso
Odysseus ran down the beach, stumbling in the sand. Panting, sobbing, he fled, headed straight for the water. He didn’t care if he drowned. If anything, he preferred it.
Anywhere, even the Underworld, was better than here.
But right before he reached the water, his knees buckled. He collapsed into the sand, landing face-first with a groan. Carefully, he pushed himself back to his feet, but his feet seemed to be locked in place. He was stuck.
“What do you think you’re doing?” came a voice behind him.
Odysseus felt like throwing up. “Nothing you need to know,” he seethed.
Calypso worked her magic, sending a bolt of pain exploding through Odysseus’s chest. He screamed, doubling over in pain.
“What are you doing?” she repeated.
Gasping for air, he managed, “Getting out of here.”
The throbbing in his chest lessened but didn’t disappear. “And why would you do that, darling?”
“Don’t call me that.”
The pain flared once more, this time so intense that he collapsed to his knees again. White spots danced before his eyes. “Answer me,” Calypso demanded.
“I can’t stay here anymore,” breathed Odysseus.
“Even after all I’ve given you?” the goddess spat. “Out there, you’d be facing monsters. Nightmarish creatures that will eat you alive. You’d face the wrath of the gods, who are furious with you just for having made it this far. And even if you were to escape all that, you’d drown. Meanwhile, I’ve offered you food, shelter, and company. The least you could do is be thankful. I’m not your enemy here, Odysseus.”
The son of Laertes struggled to catch his breath — once he did, he croaked out, “Everything I’ll face out there is far less of a monster than you.”
That set her off. Somehow, the agony in Odysseus’s chest increased even more, forcing another ear-piercing scream from him. Without warning, his throat constricted — Calypso’s magic — making him choke on his own breath.
Please, he begged silently, make it stop.
But Calypso wasn’t done. “How dare you! All these years, I took you into my home, let you into my bed — ”
“I never … wanted that …” he interjected, choking on his words.
“ — and now you blame me for your pain! I have half a mind to kill you right now.”
“I wish you would,” he whispered, trembling. “At least … that way, I won’t … have to betray Penelope … any longer.”
Frustrated, Calypso scoffed. “What is it that you love so much about this Penelope? This mortal? What does she have to offer you that I don’t?”
“Everything,” Odysseus gasped. “Everything.”
Seizing him by his tunic’s collar, she yanked him to his feet. The two of them locked eyes, her fiery stare feeling as if it was burning into him.
“You know,” she said through her teeth, “everything I’m doing to you right now, I could just as easily do to her.” She raised her free hand and snapped her fingers, sending another jolt of pain through him. He let loose yet another scream.
“Just like that.”
“No,” he breathed.
“And not just her,” Calypso continued. “To your son — ”
Odysseus felt like he had been punched in the stomach. Hard.
“ — your father — ”
Another blow.
“ — and everyone else that matters to you.”
The last blow came so hard, he collapsed to his knees again. He tried to inhale — and failed. His throat was still half-closed.
Calypso bent down and placed a hand under Odysseus’s chin, pushing his face upwards until they were eye-to-eye. His eyes were filled with tears.
“There’s blood on your hands, Odysseus. And there will be more.” Her nails dug into his skin, droplets of red forming on his flesh. “All you can choose is whose.”
The tears fell, streaking his dirt-stained cheeks as they ran down his face.
“Your own … or everything and everyone you hold dear.”
Finally, the pain ceased and his throat opened. He gulped in mouthfuls of air, coughing as it got caught in his throat. He collapsed forward, barely catching himself on his palms.
“Your choice,” Calypso said above him. “If you wish to save yourself and flee, I won’t stop you. But if you do, just keep in mind that your home will soon be in ruins.”
She turned and began to walk away, leaving him sobbing in the sand. “If you wish to stay, on the other hand …” she stopped and glanced back, grinning. “Meet me at my bed tonight.”
Odysseus could hear the triumph in her voice. And it sickened him.
But his decision was made.
That night, he met her at her bed, the pain in his heart far greater than the pain she was about to inflict on him.
•••
Dearest love of mine,
I shouldn’t even have the right to call you that anymore.
I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I don’t want this. I never wanted this. I promised you it would never happen again — not after the close call with Circe. Yet another promise I have broken. I don’t know how I’ll ever get you to forgive me. I don’t know how I’ll ever forgive myself. I don’t deserve your love, Penelope. Not after what I’ve done.
I tried to fight her. Believe me, I did. But I am powerless against her. I wish she’d let me go … or let me die. I don’t care which one. Not after my infidelity, even while you’ve waited for me all these years. I let you down.
I won’t ask you to wait for me any longer. I don’t deserve it.
I’m so sorry, my love. Please forgive me. Please.
So he wrote, every night for seven years, his tears staining the papyrus. And every night, he eyed the glimmering gold next to his hand — the brooch his beloved had given him all those years ago when he had left for Troy. He had kept it safe throughout his journey, not wanting even the smallest scratch on it. All these years, it had reminded him of his purpose, that there was someone waiting for him back home.
And now he had betrayed that someone.
He wanted to reach out and touch it. He wanted to wear it again — to keep this gift from Penelope so close to his heart. But he couldn’t bring himself to. He felt … unworthy.
Many times, Calypso had tried to take it.
Forget about her, she’d say. You’re here with me now. Not her. You belong to me.
But Odysseus refused. As much as he felt like he didn’t deserve to have it, the last person whose hands he’d let it fall into were Calypso’s.
By no means would she get anywhere close to that brooch.
So he kept it here, on the desk, next to his pile of letters. His pile of guilt.
That pile only grew every time she’d invite him to bed. Every time he’d reluctantly obey. Every single night.
And all he could say was, “I’m sorry.”
“I’m so, so sorry.”
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waiting for sex with the right person is not an outdated concept, it’s the right thing to do 🙏🌹💖
#ask me anything#ask me stuff#waiting for love#waiting for sex#waiting for true love#romantic#celibacy#abstinence#true love#Gay Christian#Trans Christian#LGBT+#virginity
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Monday left me broken,
Tuesday i was through with hoping,
Wednesday my empty arms were open,
Thursday waiting for love, waiting for love,
Thank the stars its friday
I'm burning like a fire gone wild on saturday
Guess i won't be coming to church on sunday,
I'll be waiting for love
Waiting for love to come around
-Avicii: waiting for love
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Where there's a will, there's a way, kind of beautiful
And every night has its day, so magical
And if there's love in this life, there's no obstacle
That can't be defeated
For every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
For every dreamer, a dream, we're unstoppable
With something to believe in
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Not to sound like a sappy cliché but..
Do you ever get dragged down into the abyss with deep longing for your other half, even though you have yet to find each other?
If not, good for you because it fucking sucks.
#love#soul mates#cliche#not to be sappy but#depressing shit#waiting for love#romantic#from the heart#i’m so exhausted#lonesome
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