mythopoeics

Morpheus- the laundry, mate, all I asked for was for you to do the laundry. Was it too much? Apparently. All there is to wear are leopard print trousers which are for girls - I'm on my last pair of boxer shorts and this shirt is wrinkled as-

Someone needs to go get pasta sauce from the supermarket, and there are no clothes in the apartment. This is a problem. Ty are you listening? This is a problem.

[Filter: Morpheus & Pan & Gwen]

Aubrey is being weird. Oh, well weirder. I left several messages in her inbox going 'Aubreyyyyyyyyyy' and no reply. Gavin, is she drunk on your couch?

[Filter: Public]

French Erotic Film or Colin Mochrie versus Jesus H. Christ.

The internet is a weird place.

[Filter: Arthur]

Arthur.

Why don't you have a seat over there, and tell Merlin what you've done now.

I very badly wish for this to be over. This is cruel.

[Filter: Troilus]

Thank you. For letting me go.


[Filter: Hector]

When this ends, there is something I wish to ask of you.


[Filter: Gawain]

May we speak for a moment, sir knight?

[Arthur had been quiet, and deliberately slow. When not caught up in the games of the mighty, he had escaped to England and spent a few weeks with his parents who were surprised but pleased to see him.

Arthur being Arthur, though, it wasn't in his nature to hide from problems for all that he yearned for peace and quiet. His sojourn in England hadn't solved any of his issues (and, oh, his issues wore such beautiful faces) and he returned to New York none the wiser.]

I'm back in Manhattan. I trust my absence wasn't any great inconvenience. Now, what and who have I missed?

[filter; polyxena]

Princess. I have been an utter boar and I'm sorry.

[filter; lancelot]

I think I am ready to talk now.

[filter; children]
If any of you can see this, I was told three of my children were here. Arthur, my girls. Are Gorlois and Uther here as well?

( my god, this course is harder than we thought we had learned enough ways to love )
[filter; arthurians]

Oh god oh god oh god oh god- I trust everyone is safe?

[filter; polyxena]

I am so sorry, Princess. I did not know myself but it is no excuse.

[filter; public]

Another game.

( we learned new games under the covers; how to laugh and how to grieve )

[filter; morgan, lancelot, hermes]

(scrawled, and blotted, and not at all like Arthur's usual steady handwriting)

We have a problem.

Arthur shouldn't have been nervous. He was a king, after all. He was used to making nice with any number of royals and diplomats. He did know that this was different though. This was his future wife. He'd seen pictures of her and declared her beautiful but he was never sure how accurate oilpaint and canvas could be.

Arthur had met Queen Freyja in the past, though, and he knew that she was beautiful. The queen's twin brother was also feted as quite the looker. Still, Arthur probably should have known better. He should have known that Polyxena would be more beautiful than any woman he had ever met.

Polyxena never knew what to think of Arthur, she had declined seeing portraits of him. There was nothing in a painting which would tell her what she needed to know, it was best to see how he spoke, how he acted. His mannerisms in public- and when he had arrived and she had observed him privately from a window above, she had been pleasantly surprised.

There were no expectations of anything, but she still liked the unexpected blush that crept along her throat whenever she felt his eyes on her. Again, she tried not to expect too much (and she had promised Gawain to see him, there was no denying where her heart laid), but she was still very soothed by the goodness she saw in Arthur.

"My king." Polyxena extended her hand in greeting.

"Princess." Arthur inclines his head before he gently takes her hand and kisses her knuckles. When he raises his eyes to meet her gaze, he offers her a smile. He is not the sort to modulate his smiles depending on who he's talking to; this smile is purely Arthur and surely she can see that he's a little nervous but the smile is open and friendly.

"I am so glad to finally have this opportunity to make your acquaintance," he says, as though they have all the time in the world, and all the freedom to dally (they do not).

The treacherous blush rises along her neck, spreads across her cheeks as if she's but a mere girl (she is not). She inclines her head, "Likewise." And they are to be wed, and they are expected to be happy- could they be happy? Maybe. There is something dashing and confident about him- a little warm but not too openly. Private enough to be just between them, but true all the same.

"Please, let me show you around, I hope we shall get to know each other well before the wedding." For both of their sakes- and if not happiness, at least peace of mind.

[A week had passed since Arthur's arrival in Camlann with Lancelot. And now it was her turn, with Polyxena, to go to spend time with them in Mictlan. If all went well as everyone hoped, she would be married the nineteenth.

Elaine was doing her damned best to pack and not have a panic attack. She was not ready for this, even as bride at her age. Lancelot was wonderful, so terribly wonderful but wasn't ready. When would she ever be?]

Camlannian sunsets are so inspiring, I think. And I won't see one again for a long time. I hope Mictlan's sunsets and sunrises are as beautiful if not more.

I'll soon know!

[Filter: Polyxena]

How ready are you for tomorrow? For the rest of our lives

[Filter: Hector]

HECTOR.
HECTOR.
YOU CAN HEAR ME THROUGH PAPER. I KNOW IT.
BROTHER OF MINE, I KNOW YOU CAN TELL WHEN I NEED Y

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I have doggie drool all over my left hand ewww Olivier

[Filter: Aeneas]
[Filter: Aeneas]

I'm leaving tomorrow.

It was a good morning for a hunt. But before I found my game, I found an abandoned wolf pup. The runt of the litter by the looks of it. She is weak with hunger and it looks like something ran off with one of her ears. I have a mind to put her down, but we will see how she fares after she's fed and rested. She might make a good companion if she can be trained.

[filter; mictlan faction]

Dare I say that Mictlan is rather quiet? I begin to think that Hermes and Morgan must be the trouble-makers if life is this peaceful in their absence.

(I jest, of course. I love you both dearly. Come back safely.)

Well.

Well.


It'll be interesting.

My commiserations to King Heimdall, to the Lady Gwynevere and to the people of Glastheim on the passing of their ruler. I hope that the relations between our states may continue to grow, despite this uncertain time.

[filter; mictlan faction]

Be on your guard. There may be unrest and I doubt that Glastheim will be happy with my choice of bride.

[filter; polyxena]

Princess, are you safe?

[filter; gwynevere]

...

My Queen. I gather we are in the same building.

[filter; public]

Having gotten over the urge to build a fort (it is a fine fort but I will hear no more about it), I have investigated the building a little more. The room service is prompt. I'll say that much for it.

Knights, my Ladies - how do you fare?

We should have seen this coming. We really should.

Alright then. I was on the second floor but I'm in the lobby now. Elevators appear safe enough. The Christmas tree here is lovely but I'm pretty sure there is something in it. Maybe more than one something.

I'm not counting on mercy but it would be nice to be out of here before Christmas. If we aren't, let's make the best of things, shall we?

Dear Santa,

It's been so long! I hope you liked the cookies I left out for you last year, and that the milk was cold enough because I left it in the freezer for too long. I'm still wondering how you got inside my apartment because I don't have a chimney and my balcony door was locked from the inside, not that you couldn't find a way to break in because I'm sure you've got excellent lock-picking elves to help you.

This year, I'd like several bottles of expensive wine because I'm not enough of a lush. I need to get more drunk! Like, a bottle for every day of the year. If you could also give me those cute little doggie jackets and boots, that would be like super cool. Not for the dogs, they're totally for me.

Give my regards to Mrs. Claus and hug Rudolph for me! Oh, and tell your elves they're doing a super great job. I promise the cookies I'm leaving you this year will be like so much better than last year's. Are you allergic to nuts? Send me back a letter just to be safe, I wouldn't want to kill you and ruin the dreams of children for decades to come.


LOVE~,

Elaine the Drunk

xoxxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxo

Well, I suppose it's back to England for me.

Anyone else flying home?

All this talk of Christmas. I've decided not to return to England for it (much to my mother's dismay). Who else of my acquaintance is staying in New York for the day itself?

(Lancelot, I would offer your pub as a prime location for festivity if it was not overstepping some bound or other.)


[ooc: no, your eyes don't deceive you. arthur has been returned to his pb of yore (hugh dancy)]