Compromise
Nov. 6th, 2010 12:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dorksidefikerTitle: Compromise
Fandom: Class of the Titans
Table/Prompt: Table 4/20. Urge
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 226
Summary: Mortals and their funny little social mores.
Atlanta smiled gently at Pan, shaking her head. “I’d love to,” she said honestly, “but I kinda promised Archie…” She glanced over her shoulder at the boy in question, who was looking like someone had shoved a lemon in his mouth, when the god made his suggestion.
“Bring him.”
Atlanta’s full attention snapped back to Pan, both eyebrows rising. “What?”
Pan was looking at Archie, his expression one of careful consideration. “He’s not hard on the eyes,” he said. “Maybe a few weeks in the woods with us would do something about his attitude.” His lips turned up in a leer as he looked back to Atlanta, who gaped at him.
“What-?”
“What what?” he asked.
“Archie’s -- he’s… and you’re…”
“You mortals,” Pan said fondly, “and your silly sexual hang ups. It’s cute. You try so hard to deny your most basic urges, you treat them like they’re wrong to have…” He shook his head. “If you don’t ask him, I will.”
Atlanta continued to gape at Pan, her brain darting about in all kinds of directions, still trying to wrap her head around the idea. “You mean… all three of us…”
“In many and various combinations, yeah,” Pan confirmed.
Fandom: Class of the Titans
Table/Prompt: Table 4/20. Urge
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 226
Summary: Mortals and their funny little social mores.
Atlanta smiled gently at Pan, shaking her head. “I’d love to,” she said honestly, “but I kinda promised Archie…” She glanced over her shoulder at the boy in question, who was looking like someone had shoved a lemon in his mouth, when the god made his suggestion.
“Bring him.”
Atlanta’s full attention snapped back to Pan, both eyebrows rising. “What?”
Pan was looking at Archie, his expression one of careful consideration. “He’s not hard on the eyes,” he said. “Maybe a few weeks in the woods with us would do something about his attitude.” His lips turned up in a leer as he looked back to Atlanta, who gaped at him.
“What-?”
“What what?” he asked.
“Archie’s -- he’s… and you’re…”
“You mortals,” Pan said fondly, “and your silly sexual hang ups. It’s cute. You try so hard to deny your most basic urges, you treat them like they’re wrong to have…” He shook his head. “If you don’t ask him, I will.”
Atlanta continued to gape at Pan, her brain darting about in all kinds of directions, still trying to wrap her head around the idea. “You mean… all three of us…”
“In many and various combinations, yeah,” Pan confirmed.