the subtle art (part one), a pygmalion/galatea, multi-character mythfic, pg-13 
the designer and his muse — children of olympus in a very different way. but what could someone, someone with dark intentions, want with them?
A simple confession and she felt weak and heartsick in its wake. Everything about this was wrong. How could she know up from down without her North Star? He was more than a husband, or a lover—she felt unreal without him, a face and figure without life or purpose. Only when he smiled at her, said her name, did she feel the turning of the world. She took her strength from him—without him, she was uprooted and tetherless. (6,006 words)
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