Pandora (pandoros) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-02-14 20:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | pandora, prometheus |
WHO: Pandora & Prometheus
WHEN: Valentine's Day 2012
WHERE: Prometheus' studio
WHAT: The love whammy of doom
Pandora woke with Prometheus' name on her lips and nothing about that seemed unusual. To Pandora it felt like waking up from a long dream to reality. That dream had been too long, because now she saw that all their arguing, all their disagreements and the way they managed to bother each other, all of it meant something far different than she had always assumed.
She loved him. It all seemed so clear to Pandora right now and she pulled herself out of Epimetheus' bed but didn't want to waste time in writing him a note. Nor did she want him disturbing her today so she left her phone there on the nightstand instead.
Then it was a cab ride to Prometheus' studio where she banged on the door, hoping she could somehow make him feel the same way about her that she no knew she felt about him.
Prometheus had wandered about in a frown, gathering things to go find Pandora. He hadn't let himself think about the feelings she made him feel, but today that seemed so pointless. He'd hid it behind love for his brother, but surely Epimethius would understand.
One couldn't help the one they loved after all.
He'd picked up the box when he'd heard her and with a grin he knew was awkward he moved to her, glad to just see her. He'd been acting horribly though so he'd need to make up for that. "You came. I didn't think you would but," smiling he stepped closer. "I am glad you're here. Everything seems easier around you."
Pandora lifted a hand to put it on Prometheus' cheek, gazing up at him in awe. "I love you," she told him. "I woke up this morning and I just knew. I love you more than anything and I had no idea." Her laugh was nervous and happy.
He leaned into the touch, setting his own fingers on her wrist. He smiled to her words and set a kiss on her palm. Her words had made him breathe easier. "Good." smiling he stepped closer, "I didn't know how to convince you I loved you. Knowing you return it is everything." He smiled and watched her, using his free hand to trace her features. "Beautiful."
He was beautiful, she thought, as much as a work of art as she herself in some ways. "I'm only sorry that I'm not golden for you," Pandora admitted, and then, "kiss me, Prometheus?"
He shook his head, "you are beautiful no matter what." Then he grinned and leaned closer, kissing her as she had asked. He was stupid sometimes, to wait with things like this.
Against Prometheus' lips Pandora sighed his name. She'd searched through so many men to try and find the one that would somehow give her everything she needed, and yet here he'd been all along. How could it be that Prometheus was the one to satisfy her constant yearnings for more?
Without breaking that kiss she drew him inside so she could push the door closed behind her and keep the world out. This was just theirs for now. Everyone else could wait.
When she broke the kiss it was only to look at him and smile, amazed at this. She'd been so foolish to not see it right in front of her. "There have been other men," Pandora admitted with a shake of her head, "but I'll end it with all of them. I don't want to be with anyone but you."
He let his hands rest around her waist, keeping her close. Everything was wonderful and perfect and she seemed so right. Her confession made him shake his head. It was inconsequential now and either way she'd said he'd be the only one. "You are my only now. My everything."
He brushed his fingers along her hair, just watching her. "Come upstairs with me." He felt bad that his apartment was a mess, but he hoped she wouldn't mind. And his studio wasn't the place to do all the things he wanted to.
"I'll go anywhere with you, Prometheus," she promised him, taking his hand and letting him lead the way. There was the problem of Epimetheus to deal with, but that could happen later. They'd just make it clear about how they felt for each other and surely Epimetheus couldn't deny a love as great as theirs?
He knew his brother. Epimetheus would be upset, but understanding in the end. Surely he would be.
Smiling he led her upstairs and gave her a shy grin. "I should have cleaned up. I'm a bit messy." He didn't want to let go of her though so instead he pulled her closer. "Everything about you is perfect."
"I don't care about the mess," Pandora told him with a smile and a shake of her head.
When he called her perfect Pandora believed it, even in this dark form she wanted to shed. Pressed against him she could feel every breath she took against his chest and she asked, "you really love me?" she could hardly dare to believe it. What were the chances of her realising this just as he did?
Smiling he nodded, "of course I do. I will do anything to prove it if you like." There wasn't anything he wouldn't do if she asked. Smiling he drew her to the couch and sat down, tugging her to sit down beside him.
"I believe you," Pandora smiled, her body close to his. "Gods above, you're all I want now. I've been so blind." She began to kiss along his throat, slowly drawing back his collar to kiss the skin there as well.