i still dream of the darkness...

Pandora O'Hare | 23 | Persephone

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[pandoraohare]

the shadow of your heart ✗ [pandora + harvey]

[harveythompson]

The nights seemed to get colder by each night and for some reason- Harvey loved it. He was used to fires everywhere, to heat whicih would strike you as the most incrusiating pain ever made. Winter in New York wasn’t that compared to other places, but yet it was enough to bring nostalgia into Harvey. He didn’t miss the underworld very much, he actually revelled in the thought of being free and do whatever he might wish. Some people believe he would love nothing more than to go on a killing spree now that he was free to do what he wanted- but after the first five hundred years of being covered in blood, even he got somewhat tired of it. Now he lived on knowledge and the power it held over other people and how it seemed to be the center of everything. 

As he sat in his chair in front of the empty fireplace- Harvey felt like something was wrong, that every second he kept his reading glasses on and every page he turned- someone was getting closer. That’s when he heard it, the heartbeat he could recognize miles away and never get tired of listening to. A few seconds there he got lost in the pure beat of it. He didn’t actually believe it to be her, but when the pounding started, he knew the feeling in his gut had been right. 

He put the book calmly down, before he got more and more impatient to get to the door. As he finally got there and opened. A Pandora soaked in sweat and in barely clothing stood there- looking as if she had just woken up after six months in the underworld. Her nightmares were getting worse and he was the cause. Without a single word, he rushed her inside and locked the door- found the blanket he’d had around he’s shoulders while reading and wrapped her in it before seating her on his bed. His chest pressed against her back as he held her shaking for and shooting her by brushing her shoulder. “When did they start again?” he  said in a soothing manner, letting his whole act drop, because she already knew him more or less inside and out. 

[pandoraohare]

She was more or less shocked by his response - she'd expected him to slam the door in her face or stare at her in disgust. Their last few run-ins held nothing more than a few words and exchanged glances, so she didn't know why this time was so different. Especially because she had gone there with rage in her heart, fiery and pure, fully intent on ridding herself of the man who caused those nightly disturbances.

And that same rage was still there, and Pandora shook with it. Her muscles clenched when his hand met her body and his words were nothing but white noise, the terror that had been present in her nightmare replaced with bitterness and hate. A hate that bubbled up in her chest and threatened to escape, despite the sudden kindness and warmth he was showing her. But one bout of gentleness was not enough to make up for years of pain and manipulation.

Yet again, Pandora was hardly aware of what she was doing when she jerked from Harvey's arms and threw herself at him. It was like some sort of animal instinct had taken over, telling her to protect herself from the evil that had taken her in. It was all so sudden, she doubted that she would have been able to stop her hands from flying towards his throat even if she were in full control of her body.

[mysongof-theday]

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[pandoraohare]

Gemma Hayes - Wicked Game

[pandoraohare]

the shadow of your heart ✗ [pandora + harvey]

It started with running - it always started with running. She was stumbling between the trees, wayward branches seeming to willingly stretch out and catch her clothes and scrape her skin. She didn't know why she was running, just that she was terrified. Her heart was pounding in her chest and all she could hear were her heavy, fast paced breaths echoing in her ears. There was a scream coming from somewhere, though she swore it wasn't from her own mouth. She ran and she ran, but the faster her feet moved the closer the beast that chased her was. She could feel its dark presence gaining on her, sending ice through her veins. She could feel the blood that seemed to pour from the cuts that the thorny branches left on her pale skin, and her legs ached from pushing forwards for so long. Until finally, she couldn't push forwards any more. She fell into someone's arms, warm and strong, and heard a voice telling her that everything was going to be okay - that he was here now, and that nothing could hurt her. She didn't dare open her eyes, though, because she knew that who she would see would be more terrifying than whatever it was that had been chasing her. 

And then she woke up, drenched in a cold sweat with the blankets twisted around her body, her hair plastered to her forehead and her breathing heavy. This dream wasn't nearly as bad as the ones she'd had the previous week, but it was her tipping point. She couldn't keep track of how many times she'd woken up in the night, feeling as if she'd just left her life in the cold, calloused hands of the man she couldn't even bare to look at. 

Before Pandora even knew what she was doing, she was walking down the frozen sidewalks of New York, stalking barefoot in the moonlight to the place she knew Harvey called home wearing nothing but a t-shirt and her underwear. 

And then she was knocking on his door, her fist pounding so furiously and so impatiently as she waited for an answer that she hardly noticed the sharp sting of the cold wind on her bare skin, or the ache in her feet after the long walk she'd just taken. 

[setpace-deactivated20140205]

Coffee and Frost

[setpace-deactivated20140205]

"Good…That’s really good to hear." Pace said, and he meant it. It was actually really nice to hear that Pandora was taking to the city. He didn’t expect her to amass a great number of friends; their kind had the potential to draw a lot of attention, and not the good kind, if they weren’t careful. "I hope this place is as nice a place to work as it looks."

Pace glanced up at the glass storefront. It was a cute shop with a peaceful atmosphere and good coffee. And the baked goods-! Pace wasn’t one for sweet, bready foods, but he’d bought a cookie here the last time he had been in the neighborhood. It had been one of those “healthy” cookies, so he hadn’t had his hopes especially high but once the god had taken a bite, he’d devoured the rest of it in record time. It was just a trail cookie, all oatmeal, agave syrup, nuts, carob, and dried fruits, baked into a disk the size of Pace’s palm but it had tasted incredible. It hadn’t looked like much, but Pace was making it a habit to pick one up now with every visit.No doubt he’d be seeing more of Pandora.

"If you don’t mind my asking, where are you buying your baked goods?" Pace’s eyes drifted back to Pandora as he took another sip of his coffee.

[pandoraohare]

"Oh, it is," she said with an enthusiastic nod. The cafe was small and tucked between the sort of shops that didn't always draw a lot of attention, but Pandora considered that to be a good thing. It wasn't nearly as crowded as any old Starbucks ever was, and the people who came through were always interesting. "I love it here. And the pay isn't too bad, either."

Pandora might have been one of the few Gods who hadn't decided to run some grand business and make more money than she would know what to do with. That was point, wasn't it? She wanted to live a normal life, the king of life any old human would. Or at least as normal as she could get, in between all her nightmares and the whole not dying thing.

She smiled at his question, pointing behind her with her thumb to the door that led to the kitchen. "We bake them ourselves, actually. We're big advocated of home made food." In fact, she was quite the fan of cooking herself. Whether it be cookies, pasta, or her most recent conquest - snickerdoodles.

[spencer-theinvincible-deactivat]

Not meaning to sound rude but knowing she hadn’t much time to linger, especially not with a witness placing her at the scene, she didn’t know a polite way to excuse herself. Albeit she may have implied that she was a woman of some sexual nature (which wasn’t entirely a lie), but there wasn’t time to let slide by. She had people to see and things to accomplish. One of which was not being questioned by another God. It was ironic, how many seemed to look the same- had the same eyes as they always had. That was how she always knew. Extending her hand, she smiled. “I’d love to chat, and even make some friends in this big old city of anonymity, but I am awfully late…here’s my card,” she said, handing the girl a card with just a number printed neatly on it as was per typical for her profession.

[pandoraohare]

While this girl knew not what Pandora was thinking, and vice versa, the redhead wouldn't dare interfere with her business even if she had known what it was. She had put so much effort into getting away from that life of running to her precious Hades every time something confused or worried her, and she wasn't about to return to it. Of course, she didn't know anything of this woman's situation, and so all of that was irrelevant. Pandora smiled, taking the card and reading over it once before saying, "All right. It was nice talking, however short it lasted."

[stillathenainheart]

This hangover is not ending well.

[stillathenainheart]

"My days are good… Busy and exhausting, but good."

[pandoraohare]

"I've always preferred to be busy rather than doing nothing... That's not really relevant, but.."

[pandoraohare]

Snikerdoodles

[irenegoodman-deactivated2014021]

 ― You are a barista and you didn’t tell me? Coffee is such an amazing thing. You really should be proud of working with it. 

[pandoraohare]

"I haven't seen you around to tell you anything, let alone that I work at a coffee shop. You should stop by some time, I'll give you something on the house."

[stillathenainheart]

This hangover is not ending well.

[stillathenainheart]

"Busy as always.  Getting much done and everything is working out perfectly as expected." She said with much confidence on her face.  

[pandoraohare]

"As expected.. How are you, then? Good, I suppose?"

[stillathenainheart]

This hangover is not ending well.

[stillathenainheart]

So what are you up to now?  Staying busy I assume? 

[pandoraohare]

Busy enough. And you?

[harveythompson]

Harvey heard the small calling of his name, but knew that when he’d turned he would turn again. She could do better, needed better and as long as he was around; she wouldn’t heal her wounds- afraid of them ripping open once more. So instead of walking over and making things worse. He left.

[pandoraohare]

She groaned and rolled her eyes, suddenly more angry than she was upset. How dare he? Who does he think he is, looking at me like that and then, the second I call out to him, walking away?! What an ass hole... Thousands of thoughts swirled through her head as she walked off, back in the direction of her apartment, mumbling unintelligible insults under her breath. She couldn't dwell on the idea for too long - she had snickerdoodles to make.

[alice-ferguson-blog]

Look at that.

[alice-ferguson-blog]

The sudden burst made Alice’s gaze deviate from her drink, looking over Pandora with raised brows. Interesting. She was suspicious of the response, and it was evident in the way she stayed looking at the girl. With her powers dwindled, however, it was hard to detect the intent of the woman’s heart. “How adorable.” She mocked, eyes rolling once more. “Let me give you a tip, as the goddess of love - ” She paused to slam back a drink.

" - No one else is gonna make you happy. But sex might. For a bit, anyway. My advice, find someone - or several someones - for that purpose alone."

[pandoraohare]

Pandora raised her eyebrows, shocked by the 'advice' she had for her, but only nodded. "I guess if that's how you see things, it makes sense." She shrugged, looking down at her glass hesitantly before picking it up and taking a small sip of it. "Several someones, though? I don't know if I could do that."

[stillathenainheart]

This hangover is not ending well.

[stillathenainheart]

Can’t really say since it seems like it’s all a blur. 

[pandoraohare]

Well it sounds like it was worth it, in that case.

[pandoraohare]

Snikerdoodles

[irenegoodman-deactivated2014021]

― You know, I am working for… Hera. 

irene said it really quickly, after looking from side to side, making sure no one else was looking at them. She tried to smile, but what came out was a nervous blink. 

― She is nice and everything, but she is very rigid and is dying to win the elections. But forget about it. And you, what you doing here?

[pandoraohare]

Pandora laughed, nodding slightly to show that she understood exactly what Irene was saying. "I'm a barista, at a little coffee shop. It's not exciting, but it's perfect for me."

[stillathenainheart]

This hangover is not ending well.

I think I had just a little bit too much fun last night. 

[pandoraohare]

Was at worth it, at least?

[pandoraohare]

Snikerdoodles

[irenegoodman-deactivated2014021]

Irene felt that warm hands wrapping around her torso, holding her close to the red-haired body. She felt really happy about meeting her again after all that time, but she also felt really sad about letting her be so far from her for so long. After some seconds of consideration about the matter, she hugged Pandora really hard, excited about the meeting.

 ― Where have you been? You abandoned me, you… you silly! If my nature wasn’t so colorful and happy I would beat you until you cried like a little girl!

[pandoraohare]

"Well..." Pandora started. "I've been here." She shrugged, tucking her book under her arm and suddenly forgetting all about her little baking fiasco. "Beat me? Ouch, it's nice to see you too." Her voice was tinted with sarcasm and her smile came easily, momentarily forgetting about whatever had previously been nagging at her brain while in the presence of Irene. "Where have you been though, huh?'

[harveythompson]

It might be wrong to stand there looking at her- to keep eye contact when she was more or less pleading for him to leave with her eyes. Harvey dropped his lock on her and turned his eyes to the gravelstone in his path. He sighed gently and gave a small smirk before he started walking off and back to his own apartment. Tormenting her like this- it wasn’t fair, not when he saw she could so easily break.

[pandoraohare]

She let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding when he turned away, but a part of her wanted to go walk after him. Her feet stayed where they were, but she almost unconsciously heard her voice pipe up to call after him. "Harvey?" She didn't know whether she hoped he'd heard her or not.