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For round 5 of smallfandombang, I worked with deinonychus_1 on their fanfic, The Truth Beneath the Lies, which is on both LJ & AO3.
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Title: The Truth Beneath the Lies
Author: deinonychus_1
Artist: ideare
Fandom: Atlantis
Characters/Pairings: Icarus/Pythagoras, Jason, Hercules, Daedalus, The Oracle, OC
Rating/Category: PG13/slash
Genre: Drama, hurt/comfort, angst.
Word Count: 20,845
Warnings: occasional language, implied smut
Summary: When Pythagoras chooses to spend the night of the festival of Aphrodite, goddess of love, with his friends rather than with Icarus, it sets in motion a chain of events that neither of them could have predicted. Hurt, angry and insecure, Icarus is easy prey for a woman who is not all she seems, and when she offers him a solution to his relationship problems he cannot resist. However, when he told the woman, “I never know what is going on in his head,” he never expected to wake up the following morning with the ability to hear Pythagoras’ thoughts. Icarus knows he must find a way to break the enchantment, but even if he does, will Pythagoras ever be able to trust him again?

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understand my thoughts

i. «hoops (acoustic)» jones
& i jump through hoops
to get to you
to anything i own
even if i could, be close to you
you never break the fall
shake this divide when right on my side
for every angle that i try
still i jump through hoops
gotta jump through hoops

ii. «the hill, the view, & the lights» cajun dance party
wishing i could take you here to feel the same feelings
understand my thoughts about the sun,
about the lights,
about the way you can try to share my lights and frights

iii. «tell me the truth» lapsely
in a small place, you changed me
in a crowded place, you isolated me
just tell me the truth, it'll hurt less, i guess

iv. «too late to say goodbye» cage the elephant
no turning back,
no where to run,
no where to hide

v. «untitled» la dispute
it's perfectly ok,
i'm afraid, too.