| Awakening [the Dawn of Time] (tag: Nyx) |
[24 Apr 2013|12:18am] |
Some people claimed that they remembered being born. He didn’t. He just remembered becoming aware. He never knew why he had been brought into being. Had Khaos been inspired to create life or had she just become lonely? He never asked. He was just happy that he had been made. Birthed? Created? Again, he cared little for those kinds of details.
He remembered ( opening his eyes to see... )
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| Pen Pals [ancient times] (tag: Re) |
[18 Apr 2013|04:16pm] |
Sometimes, she liked to make him chase her, staying just within his sight so he'd keep up the pursuit. Sometimes, she liked to dance across the sky with his hand in hers. And sometimes, she liked to keep him on his toes and tried to hide somewhere within the darkness that would take him a while to find her. Though he always would because he was the darkness. But it was fun to try, and it made the catching that much more fun.
( Which should be any minute now. )
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| Just Another Pretty Face? (Kalmar, Smaland, Sweden 1123 AD) [tag: Lottie] |
[20 Mar 2013|02:06pm] |
It was almost time.
Odin had spent a great deal of time in the area, reminding people of the old ways. More importantly, of the old gods. Perhaps Bragi would have been the better choice, but Odin had wanted to handle this on his own. The lower classes, those closest connected to the earth and simpler ways, had been easy. The nobility took a little more effort, but it paid off. The province had officially denounced the new Christian religion. New, to Odin's mind, at least, and in the overall scheme of things.
( But Sigurd Magnusson had heard. )
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| Extended Family (tag: Hel, Erebos, Styx, Philotes) |
[11 Mar 2013|10:42pm] |
(Note: After this.)
Nyx could admit it: she was a little nervous. It was not that she thought her children would misbehave. In spite of their aspects, she'd taught all of them manners and demanded that they were used. Even when there wasn't company. After all, shouldn't your family be treated with at least as much respect as a guest?
And she certainly wasn't worried about her husband. He was charming. Occasionally too charming, but that only happened from time to time with pretty goddesses that didn't understand that he was not flirting with them. Nyx set them straight very quickly. But that would not happen tonight because she knew he viewed their guest in the same light that she did, so his charm would be entirely paternal.
( Nor was she overly concerned about the girl upon whose arrival she awaited. )
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| Blood and Roses [499 BCE, Naxos] (tag: Enyo) |
[10 Feb 2013|12:26am] |
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The battle had ended. At least for the moment. Each side was tending their wounded and counting their dead. Nergal was confident that each general would exaggerate those numbers in any reports that they made. Less dead of their own, more dead from the enemy’s ranks. He was rather amused at the way mortals determined who won the wars. They were so limited in their vision. They saw only land gained as a sign of victory. For the Beast of War, it was not the numbers or borders that he cared about. It was the war itself. ( The war and the blood )
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| The Court of Love [Paris, February, 1390] (tag: Anteros & Eros) |
[09 Feb 2013|10:47pm] |
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To say that the Lady Charlotte Gramont, of Basse-Navarre in Basque, was unhappy was an understatement. The truth was that she was wholly, completely, terribly, utterly crushed. Her heart was broken, shattered into a million pieces, and it hurt so much she could barely stand it. Her chest actually ached with how much she hurt. And it was even more devastating because ( she was a goddess. )
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| Expecting So Much [tag: Philotes] |
[02 Feb 2013|09:36pm] |
OOC: Takes place a little over a year since Harmonia married Cadmus. So way before the Trojan War
Carefully, Harmonia stepped out of the bath. Exceptionally careful so she didn't slip and fall. That could be tragic. The second her feet touched the tiled floor she was surrounded by attendants and a large piece of fabric meant to dry her. She continued walking toward a chair that once she sat upon, two attendants took to trying to dry her hair. It had been just over a year since the wedding that sealed her fate and she was growing accustomed to having people insist on doing things for her.
Looking down, she frowned. Things were changing so much and she felt to utterly alone. She was a Queen, she could not be friends with the mortal women around here. She didn't love her husband and Balance thankfully only saw Cadmus during formal meals, when guests were greeted and in bed. Which was assuming that both of them consistently slept in the same room. Or... really, even ate together. To those who lived in the Theban palace it was quite obvious that neither the King or Queen wanted the arrangement they were forced into.
Harmonia's hands went to her naked belly a moment, then waved the girls with the fabric that were drying her hair away. Wrapping the sheet around herself rather haphazardly, since short of her husband and her attendants, no one would really enter unannounced while she was in the room. Well, at least not men.
( She was so alone. )
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| Tombstone (tag: Zelos, open to the Styxlings & others) |
[16 Jan 2013|05:02pm] |
[Arizona, October 1881]
Kray wasn't exactly happy with the way things seemed to be shaping up these days in Tombstone. But he wasn't sure how to tell his brother that he thought it was time to either step up or step out of the way, because it seemed like Zelos was missing all the cues that there was a lot of stress running under the surface. Kratos could sort of understand that, because Zee hadn't come here looking to get involved in local politics. He'd come to do some gambling and have some fun, and at first, Kratos had been happy to go along with that and have a good time.
( But that was before the stagecoach robberies last month. )
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| The Comfort Of Darkness [shortly after Loki's binding] (tag: Nyx) |
[16 Jan 2013|08:39am] |
Hel had ridden Helfest hard for hours. They had shot out of the stables, past the mansions of the dead, over the gates, and finally across and out of Niflheim. Through villages and isolated woods, without a care for who might succumb to the pestilence the steed might spread. So what if they caught the sickness? It meant more soldiers for her father, and he was going to need them. For the same reason she had taken to saddle and rode off without a word, not that she had anyone to report to. She was the Dread Queen, and her actions were her own.
Hearing Helfest's labored breathing, Hel slowed him down, and stopped altogether beside a lake. She turned him loose that he might drink and graze as he would. For herself, she sat down, staring at the sky for a moment. It was a downfall of being who she was- a ruler could not just succumb to her emotions and break down whenever she felt like it. Now, under the cover of night where none could see her, she gave in and began to sob.
( Hel had never had an easy life. )
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| Curiosity & the Cat [Very Ancient Egypt] (tag: Thoth) |
[14 Jan 2013|01:58pm] |
Bast stared around the room she was in, eyes wide, mouth slightly open, as she tried to take it all in. She had never seen anything like this place, and she'd been all over. She'd ridden crocodiles down the Nile, she'd pounced goddesses in fields, she'd met a dragon named Fatima in her new mother's home and lived to tell the tale. She'd seen so much stuff, but she'd never seen anything like this. She didn't even know what this was, except for one thing:
( It. Was. Awesome. )
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| In The Hot Seat [ancient times] (tag: Hephaestus) |
[09 Jan 2013|04:01pm] |
When the gift had first arrived, Hera had been secretly thrilled. Oh she hadn’t let her true feelings show, that would never do. Strong emotions could be too easily manipulated by those seeking to undermine or overthrow. Hera knew that too well, because she used that tool herself with others, so she would never allow her own feelings to be used in such a way. So she tamped down her honest reaction and allowed others to believe that she was haughty enough to feel the golden throne was her due as queen.
( The truth was far more complicated. )
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| Le Bon Ton [Almack's, London, May 1814] (tag: Peitho) |
[09 Jan 2013|03:56pm] |
There were so many rules. There were rules about what you could wear at certain times of the day. There were rules about what you may eat depending on what you were wearing at certain times of the day. There were rules about what order you could walk into a dining room to eat certain things depending on what you were wearing at certain times of the day. And so on and so on and so on. One rule led to another, led to another, led to a dozen. It was ridiculous.
( And it was all based on class. )
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| A Job For the War God [long, long ago: Asgard] (tag: Bragi, Tyr) |
[03 Dec 2012|01:10am] |
“Shhhhh. We have to be quiet.” Hermod opened the door to his father’s hall and looked around. The coast was clear. This was going to be so much fun. They just had to be sure he didn’t get caught. That would really spoil everything.
Odin and Frigg had gone out for the entire day. They were probably doing something royal. They had needed someone to watch Hermod and his younger half-brother, Bragi. Balder had run off with some of his friends and Hod was blind. Being blind made it hard to watch over his younger brothers, even when Hermod promised not to go running around the hall. That left a few other choices. Thor was just too… Thor. Vidar was off learning something important. So Tyr was the one recruited o watch them with Hermod’s parents were away.
( They had just finished lunch... )
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| Longing [Outside Aphrodite's temple, Ancient Greece] (tag: Pasithea) |
[26 Nov 2012|05:19pm] |
Hypnos didn't know what to do. He thought the standard procedure in cases such as this was to pace, but he did not do that well. There was too much motion required, and it just seemed like a terrible amount of effort to demonstrate one's listlessness. The problem was, he had never been put in a position such as this before; this was new and different. While Hypnos didn't necessarily dislike new and different things, the uncertainty in this situation was making him somewhat cranky. And he didn't know what to do with that either.
This wasn't at all like last time. The last time he'd had feelings like this for a goddess, she had been the one to approach him. Actually, she had controlled the entire encounter, and he'd simply followed her lead. Which led him not to where he'd hoped, but rather ended with him fleeing from an angry god that liked to throw lightning bolts. Were it not for his mother, he would not only be crispy and blackened, but he'd have given up on females in general. That was how bitter he'd become after the last time. He'd actually sworn off any sort of relationship with women other than familial.
( And then he'd seen her. )
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| Rescue [Tiveden 1322 CE] (tag: Tyr) |
[26 Nov 2012|05:16pm] |
She really needed to start thinking things through before she did them, Lottie reflected as she stood calf-deep in the snow. It would probably prevent predicaments like this one if she actually had a plan going into the situation, rather than trying to come up with one on the fly. Though part of this had been unexpected: she hadn't really thought she'd find an orphaned fawn, after all. And how could she have known that the decision to cut through the forest to get to Bifrost would lead her right into a pack of wolves? This really wasn't her fault.
( It was just her problem. )
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| Defying Nature (narrative) |
[23 Nov 2012|09:00am] |
Kemet was still young. Aset, too, was really still young, but she felt so very old. She'd loved and lost and found that love again only to lose him to another realm. She'd raised children and watched as one by one they no longer needed her. She knew they would always need her, but not in the same way they used to. She'd gained insights and wisdom, yet had also learned how to scheme and lie when it suited her. Looking back on her life, there were times she really wasn't sure which way the scales of happiness tipped for her, and today was to be another unhappy day in the young Queen's life.
There was another the scales would soon be weighing in on, but they were a far different set of scales. These would be the final scales her beloved head of household would face, her Ib, her heart, against the Feather. Aset had no worries in that area, but it seemed the dying woman did.
( I'm scared, Aset. )
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| In Love and War [1952] (Tag: Bragi, and OPEN to anyone who wants in) |
[21 Nov 2012|08:30am] |
Idun knew she was at a severe disadvantage the moment Bragi presented the guns to her. They were deceptively simple in appearance, which meant that they were incredibly intimidating to look upon, and in all her years, Idun had never seen anything quite like them. Her husband handed her one politely, a gentleman to the end, and then they were both armed with three barrels of firepower. Three! It was wickedness to an extreme, and they had decided to fight one another with them. She knew this wasn't going to end well. Idun had very limited experience with guns, and Bragi had been able to fiddle with these prototypes for an undetermined period of time before he presented them to his wife. He could've practiced! Bragi might be an expert marksman by now! They each took their guns and, to be fair, bolted in opposite directions to spread the battlefield across their entire hall. But Bragi was an expert marksman, and he was very fast. Oh, she was definitely at a severe disadvantage.
( What Idun needed was a hostage. )
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| Speakeasy - January, 1926 [tag: Bragi] |
[20 Nov 2012|06:40pm] |
Frigg didn't necessarily hate it when Odin left for a indeterminate amount of time, she just didn't like being left alone. She wasn't even alone, persay, she would just retreat to Fensalir whenever he went away and only returned to Valaskjalf when he returned to Asgard. There was something so vast, cold and empty about Valaskjalf when Odin wasn't there. It had been quite different when their sons had been young and wandering the hall at all hours getting into all sorts of trouble. But those days were gone. Baldr and Hod were dead. Hermod was grown. Valaskjalf was quiet. Empty. Lonely. Fensalir was always a bustle of activity with all the maidens that resided there, and while it was not a replacement for her husband it always managed to help her forget, for awhile, that she was lonely.
Even Vili and Ve couldn't put the damper on her emptiness, no matter their attempts while they warmed her bed in Fensalir (never in Valaskjalf, her marital bed was her marital bed). But it didn't matter who graced her bed or when, no one had ever held a candle to her husband. So when he was gone, she missed him. ( It was as simple as that. )
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