Jocasta, Ἰοκάστη (theoriginalmilf) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2011-09-01 01:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | jocasta, oedipus |
Who: Oedipus and Jocasta
What: Oedipus has a bad feeling and heads over to mommy's house to investigate
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: Jocasta's place
Warnings: possible almost deaths, cursing, freaking out
That feeling inside he just couldn't shake. Oedipus had woken up each night with visions of Jocasta swinging from her neck like a lamp string. Each time he'd walked away one step too late and a bloody face. The whole needle in the eye trick really wasn't up his ally this time. He rather liked being able to see no matter how sensitive those pretty eyes were. Better yet, the whole death trick really wasn't optional as the both of them would bounce back up like a fucking groundhog.
He still had her address scribbled down on a piece of paper, which much to the disgusted taste in his mouth he'd stood outside in front of the door for a few minutes, walking forward and pacing back. It was a game of monopoly. He hadn't yet collected that two hundred dollars to spring forward, or part of him was too scared to.
"Fuck it," he finally voiced crumpling the paper in his hand and charging forward. He banged on the door with no reply and that's when his stomach dropped. The door creaked open and that vision flashed before him again nearly knocking him to his knees.
Creeping into the house he walked around calling out her name, except it still came out as Joanne. He smacked his head with his hand starting up the stairs towards the bedroom. There was no sound, just that eerie silence.
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[info]theoriginalmilf
2011-09-02 04:56 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This
It had all happened again and Jocasta had let it. She had slept with her own son, she fallen in love with him and committed that sin over and over and she'd enjoyed it every single time.
How was she supposed to live with that? She couldn't and surely no one could expect her to. Antigone had left town to pursue her own life, happy that her mother finally seemed to be moving on. Antigone, the only person who could make sense of Jocasta's troubled thoughts and give her logic when there was none.
Jocasta had no one and she was, again, filled with shame and horror.
No choice. No way out.
She'd thought of it this time, chewing her nails down as she waited for Antigone. But Antigone wouldn't come and so Jocasta would have to do this alone. She'd never made good decisions.
Her husband was gone away, which was for the best. In the bedroom she shared with him, Jocasta fashioned herself a noose out of belts, no rope to be found. She cried as she tied it to one of the rafters, wishing for another way, wishing for another life with different paths. But this was the only escape Jocasta knew.
So she stood on the wobbling side table she'd pulled over and slipped her head into the leather noose.
As she kicked the table out from beneath her she thought she heard something, but whatever it was was unimportant now. The leather dug in against her throat and Jocasta gasped and choked, her body wanting to live even as she tried to end it.
Her legs thrashed and Jocasta stopped fighting, waiting for the darkness instead.
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[info]a_freudian_slip
2011-09-02 02:08 pm UTC (link) Track This
He heard the table drop and rushed further up the stairs into the bedroom, only this time that vision wasn't a vision and she really was dangling. Without thinking any further he grabbed the nearest chair from her vanity, gripped her waist to hold her up, and frantically undid the leather belt from her neck.
When he got her settled on the floor he was still fighting the thought that he'd come too late. Like he always did.
"Breathe," he whispered, "come on breathe." The worry showed through and he didn't even realize that tears had soaked his cheeks. Tears of blood. The last time he'd cut her down he'd stabbed his own eyes out. He'd just screwed fate a big one.
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[info]theoriginalmilf
2011-09-02 11:42 pm UTC (link) DeleteTrack This
The dark was all there was and then, suddenly, a voice and Jocasta's eyes flew open as she rolled onto her side, gagging and coughing for breath, each of them feeling like they tore her throat open. Someone was holding her safe, someone's words were trying to soothe. Her heart racing and hands shaking she managed to turn herself to see who it was. She expected that mortal husband - unimportant, near forgotten - she didn't expect her son. Her love.
"Oedipus," she whispered, but her ragged voice barely made a sound at all. There was blood on his face but his eyes were still there. Last time she hadn't been there for this. Last time she'd already been dead.
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[info]a_freudian_slip
2011-09-02 11:50 pm UTC (link) Track This
His knees gave way under him and he shifted to sit on his rear, her still in his arms, shaky hands trying to forgo the touch against her neck.
There was relief, but his heart hadn't yet stopped pounding. He released a deep breath. Luckily she'd not been wearing anything sharp this time.
"This really doesn't accomplish anything," he said with a cracked voice somewhere mixed with his sarcasm and a tearful laugh.
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[info]theoriginalmilf
2011-09-03 07:38 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This
Jocasta looked up at him from where she was and then, suddenly, she laughed too because she felt like there was nothing else she could do in the face of this. But her laughter turned just to tears and she forced herself to sit up, no longer in his arms, her hand wrapped gently around her own throat.
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[info]a_freudian_slip
2011-09-04 02:47 am UTC (link) Track This
She was still weak when she tried to untangle from his arms, and he had to admit it made his heart catch in his throat in the 'oh my god I shagged my mother again' kind of way. There was that horrible taste of bile in his throat but he kept it back, still giving her the decorum she deserved. It wasn't her fault. It was his. It was always his.
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[info]theoriginalmilf
2011-09-21 02:15 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This
"I'm supposed to die," she said without looking at him, but through her bruised and sort throat it came out as a croaking whisper. This was the way the story went. Jocasta would hang herself in shame and horror and that was where it ended. Oedipus wasn't supposed to stop her - to save her - like this.
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[info]a_freudian_slip
2011-09-21 03:20 am UTC (link) Track This
He wasn't supposed to change the course of fate, but part of him wondered if he did the right thing for once would the consequences be any better? Or would they just make him feel even dirtier than before?
If he could get his heart to stop pounding so fast perhaps he'd be able to answer his own questions. Right now he let a soft hand push her hair back from her face, running his fingers through her scalp. The sad part was he did love her, and that had never changed. The horrible part was it didn't terrify him as much right now as it would later.
"I didn't want you to die the first time."
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[info]theoriginalmilf
2011-09-21 03:24 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This
Jocasta looked at him, feeling utterly helpless and ruined. The pain she felt from the rope was nothing. There were much deeper pains than that.
"Oh Oedipus," she whispered, closing her teary eyes heavily. Her child, her love. All of this was still wrong.