*flails incoherently* I do not have words good enough to describe how epically awesome this is and how far beyond my expectations it went! *_* (And my expectations were pretty damned high, for the record.)
“You haven’t been listening,” Oceanos said, shook his head.
“Then speak louder,” Prometheus suggested. “Your audience is captive.”
*snerts* I do love that snarky tone. :D
Also, loved your use of the Daughters of the Aether. *_* Ethereal, just like their name, but a chorus of accompaniment to Prometheus' torment and joys, just the same. I love how he's aware of what they're doing, even when he can't see them. (And naughty, naughty Daughters... ;D)
And oh... oh, the end. *_* *_* *_* So. Ridiculously. Sweet. Lovely. WonderfulTragicBeautiful. OMG. And I love that Prometheus is plotting revenge before it's even happened. You give over to love quickly once you know it's there, eh? And of course, one is forced to wonder if this entire situation is but one more planned torture by Zeus -- after all, what greater pain is there than being forced to watch that of a loved one? *arches an eyebrow*
THIS WAS FANTABULOUS AND I WANT A HAPPILY EVER AFTER FIC!!
(Even though I'm sure I won't get one... but I want one. Just saying.)
Thank you sosososososososo much for this! *_* You are the awesomest. ^_^ ...
(OK, I think I'm done, now...)
Edit: And did I mention how ridiculously hot the sex was? I should mention that. *_* *_* You know what? I think I'm going to stop editing this comment and just go read the whole thing, again. ^__________________^
OK, I was wrong -- one last thing (for now). I love how that very first set of paragraphs almost serves as foreshadowing, with Oceanus promising to let Prometheus' fate be his teacher, that he won't make the same mistakes... and yet in the end, he makes the exact same one. By feeling sympathy for one who Zeus abhors and seeking to relieve him of pain, he guarantees that he will suffer the same fate as Prometheus did when he felt sympathy for mankind and sought to ease their pain. Very nice touch. ^_^
I was wrong, again! O_O;;; I also love the way you made use of Oceanos' powers throughout the whole story, comparing him to the waves, the whole water extinguishing fire bit and not to mention the rain absorbing into him. *flails* OMG, love. *_*
I need to stop or this will be longer than the fic, but I KEEP FINDING THINGS TO FLAIL AT.
Each droplet stuck to his face for a moment before it disappeared so that he appeared to cry at the plight of Prometheus, so that his heart appeared to break as he said his next words.
Ummm... No. Prometheus... I think his heart is breaking there, actually. Just... you know... so you know. ^_~
“Prometheus,” Oceanos sighed. “You’ve given hope to the humans yet you kept none for yourself.”
This reminds me of one of my favorite set of lines in the actual play: Your wits are scattered by this untoward despair. They wander. Like some bad physician taken sick, You fall into despondency and cannot tell What kind of remedy might make you whole again.
I am OBSESSED with that verse and this little segment just brought it to life for me. *_* I love the implication within it that Prometheus could free himself if he could only bring his formidable mind to bear on the problem.
I really need to leave this comment alone, now. O_o;;; Really. Your Inbox is probably flooded with "Edited reply to..." e-mails by now. :-P
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*flails incoherently* I do not have words good enough to describe how epically awesome this is and how far beyond my expectations it went! *_* (And my expectations were pretty damned high, for the record.)
“You haven’t been listening,” Oceanos said, shook his head.
“Then speak louder,” Prometheus suggested. “Your audience is captive.”
*snerts* I do love that snarky tone. :D
Also, loved your use of the Daughters of the Aether. *_* Ethereal, just like their name, but a chorus of accompaniment to Prometheus' torment and joys, just the same. I love how he's aware of what they're doing, even when he can't see them. (And naughty, naughty Daughters... ;D)
And oh... oh, the end. *_* *_* *_* So. Ridiculously. Sweet. Lovely. WonderfulTragicBeautiful. OMG. And I love that Prometheus is plotting revenge before it's even happened. You give over to love quickly once you know it's there, eh? And of course, one is forced to wonder if this entire situation is but one more planned torture by Zeus -- after all, what greater pain is there than being forced to watch that of a loved one? *arches an eyebrow*
THIS WAS FANTABULOUS AND I WANT A HAPPILY EVER AFTER FIC!!
(Even though I'm sure I won't get one... but I want one. Just saying.)
Thank you sosososososososo much for this! *_* You are the awesomest. ^_^
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(OK, I think I'm done, now...)
Edit: And did I mention how ridiculously hot the sex was? I should mention that. *_* *_* You know what? I think I'm going to stop editing this comment and just go read the whole thing, again. ^__________________^
OK, I was wrong -- one last thing (for now). I love how that very first set of paragraphs almost serves as foreshadowing, with Oceanus promising to let Prometheus' fate be his teacher, that he won't make the same mistakes... and yet in the end, he makes the exact same one. By feeling sympathy for one who Zeus abhors and seeking to relieve him of pain, he guarantees that he will suffer the same fate as Prometheus did when he felt sympathy for mankind and sought to ease their pain. Very nice touch. ^_^
I was wrong, again! O_O;;; I also love the way you made use of Oceanos' powers throughout the whole story, comparing him to the waves, the whole water extinguishing fire bit and not to mention the rain absorbing into him. *flails* OMG, love. *_*
I need to stop or this will be longer than the fic, but I KEEP FINDING THINGS TO FLAIL AT.
Each droplet stuck to his face for a moment before it disappeared so that he appeared to cry at the plight of Prometheus, so that his heart appeared to break as he said his next words.
Ummm... No. Prometheus... I think his heart is breaking there, actually. Just... you know... so you know. ^_~
“Prometheus,” Oceanos sighed. “You’ve given hope to the humans yet you kept none for yourself.”
This reminds me of one of my favorite set of lines in the actual play:
Your wits are scattered by this untoward despair.
They wander. Like some bad physician taken sick,
You fall into despondency and cannot tell
What kind of remedy might make you whole again.
I am OBSESSED with that verse and this little segment just brought it to life for me. *_* I love the implication within it that Prometheus could free himself if he could only bring his formidable mind to bear on the problem.
I really need to leave this comment alone, now. O_o;;; Really. Your Inbox is probably flooded with "Edited reply to..." e-mails by now. :-P