mythopoeics

Hector's dead.

( so this is what our children inherit it's what our parents left behind for us )

The 50's weren't too bad for me. It's not like I had anything to complain about. I did notice a pair of Buddy Holly glasses made it back with me. Not that I'm complaining...

What I will complain about is not having the power to see into the future. I'm not liking this "final showdown" talk, and I would like to know what that means. I've never been one to back down from a fight, so I'm not going to start now, but I don't want to, well, die before reaching my goal. How annoying would that be? How sad would that be? How... Everyone gets the point...

[Filtered to Caer Ibormeith]
I'm not going to make this poetic; I'm not going to draw it out. I just want to know if you're out there. We need to meet again before the inevitable happens. I've fallen in lo

~ Aengus

make it stop.

[ PTSD. That was interesting. Coming out of his service years ago, Hector had been entirely certain he hadn't come out of it with PTSD, but that didn't seem to be the case here. The consensus had been that his time serving in the second World War had ruined him psychologically. But he knew himself better than anyone, so all of this was just another game of Khaos' that he wasn't interested in playing. ]

[ filter; family ]
I appear to be in the hospital for post-traumatic stress disorder. I don't recall ever developing that.

Happily ever afters? Too smart for that.
Madness? That's the wrong word.
There's more wrong than this.
Already lived and already died.
I'm tired.
You?

I'm so thrilled to be back dealing with this mess. I'm not in the city just yet but it appears I have a companion. He's been...interesting.

[Filter: Trojan Family]

Obviously, I'm back. I'll be home by evening.

[Filter: Hector]

You filtered to me a little while back. I see it now and am sorry I didn't reply. Did something happen?

And I hope your Thanksgiving was good, brother.

[ filter; family + menelaus + helen ]
I'm leaving in five hours to be home for Thanksgiving. I'll do my best to be reachable at all times, but long-distance costs may amount to too much, so if you need me, reach me through here. I may be gone for some days, but one may never know if Khaos will allow me that. I suppose we'll see.

[ filter; troilus ]
Brother?

[She drifts through the house aimlessly without Troilus around. Sometimes he'd bring home little things for her. Sometimes she'd bring home flowers. Now there's nothing. Why bother bringing home flowers or the leftover cupcakes that Roy gives her after work?

Well, maybe the cupcakes are still important. She brings them back and eats one for dinner, the frosting sweet and red. She wipes her hand across her lips and it comes away looking too bright. She turns off the lights, which helps a little bit.

Times like this, she doesn't know how a princess of Troy got to this point. She's a failure and she knows it. She couldn't even keep Troilus here, where he belongs, with the rest of them.

She doesn't turn the lights back on that night.]

everything's clearer on the backs of your eyelids
but to see that you have to close your eyes.

[Released, he is unwilling to go home, unwilling to deal with the problems likely to be cast his way through work or other directions. His head is spinning and restless and it's been advised he take some time off until he is settled again.

He takes it without much protest and arranges his ticket back to Moscow. Then he deals with everything else.]

[Filter: Aeneas & Uriel]

Say nothing of whatever the official story is, please. Say nothing at all if you can help it. I'll be in Moscow until I'm ready to return to work. I'll still be here if I am needed. Or by phone. Whatever suits.

Be well, brothers of mine. In one way or another, you know you are that to me.

[Filter: Trojan Family]

Don't worry if you don't see me for a while. I need time away. It'll be good for me to go home to Russia. I'm used to dying, I suppose. There are other things that have made this harder. A wife, a child, Apollo for a brother. How I cared for him. So much. I'm nauseated at this stab toward me. ...and perhaps I lied. Perhaps dying again isn't so fucking easy to deal with.

Take care of yourselves. And if Paris or Helenus show up in the meantime, I'd appreciate it if you could hit them for me.

[Filter: Zurvan Family]

I
I don't know what to even say right now. Perhaps another time.

wash it all away.
try it.
oh. are you bleeding?

[Filter: Polyxena]
Where is Troilus?

Does it make sense now?
Everything keeps shifting.
Fall into place inside your head.
The birds can't fly away.

[Filter: Trojan Family]
Please tell me, how do you fare?

pitter patter of tiny feet
all these feet running
running past your window
running past my window
do you hear the swords?
i can't stop hearing them

tell me your secret

You thought you said the word peace, but you mispronounced it. It came out wrong. It will always come out wrong.

The stars were pretty last night. Pretty and cold.

The ones you're searching for are not the important ones. Remember that if you can.

Now I am going to go cook dinner for my family. Maybe you should do the same.

[Filter: Private]

I love sentencing people. Especially when I can get away with severe punishments and no one's the wiser. Loopholes exist for men like me.

[Filter: Public]

I feel like success sometimes comes to easy to some. The same with power. There isn't enough earning of it anymore. Too many youthful, hopeful faces where older and wiser individuals for me. I'm not even sexist to presume a older man would be better than an older woman. I hate everyone equally.

Times are changing. Feh.

[Filter: Anubis]

Ready to make good on your promise~?

[Filter: Public]

Somebody stole my shoe. Why would you steal one shoe and not the pair? They weren't even my good pair, but still. They were mine. Darlings, this is very upsetting.

Where is the trust? Or have thieves taken over?

[Filter: Castor]

Help me find it~

I, for one, am ready to leave.

[Filter: Euterpe]
Are you feeling okay?

Do you need anything? Are they seeing to your wounds? I know a few people who

I've got a few musical instruments? Still working on that soundtrack. I got a little distracted.

[Filter: Set]

You can't see this, but good job. Still not amused...but good job

[Filter: Polyxena]
Sister, how do you fare?

[After the battle, he hadn't lingered for long. He'd said a quiet prayer for the man and left. Old habits.

It was a long time after the fight, after getting his wounds treated and what celebration was going on that he picked up his journal. Troilus - that was his name - had asked him to tell the Trojans he was not upset. The possibility that this could end with dealing with other's emotions was high. However, a dying man's request wouldn't go ignored. He could give him that and once he had, it was over. It was done.]

[Filter: Trojans]
I am afraid I am not knowing any of you and this will probably not be something you are wishing to read. I am Erol.

Your...Troilus. He was wanting me to tell you he is not bearing me ill will. I would normally not be bothering, because words could...uh...make it worse and I am not having proof, but I am believing dying requests should be given. Even if it is making unpleasant responses.

I am...sorry for your loss. If you are being angry with me, it is okay. I understand.

[Filter: Leyla; language: Turkish]
See, cousin? Your confidence was well placed. I am mostly okay. A few cuts...but it's nothing.

Even if you asked me, I couldn't tell you. We're all guessing together now.

So guess.

If this is a joke, it isn't funny. And if it's not a joke then it's still not funny.

[There was nothing like a fresh start in ways. It was necessary if he was to move forward and find himself well several months or years from now. The obsession had to be cast aside, the ideas and fantasies needed to be washed off his mind and hands.

Troilus simply thought of how much better his mother would feel if she arrived and saw that he wasn't behaving in an abnormal way. To further boost his plan, he damned his sinful lust as something the gods would do, could get away with. Therefore, it would no longer be something he'd want for himself.]

It seems I'm rusty at the game of finding women who want to date and not just...well. There is nothing wrong with that but goddamn. Sometimes a little more doesn't hurt. I'm fucking thirty-one. When did it get hard? Is it because I want something real now? Or maybe it's the job that doesn't help.

Before it even comes up: I don't want anything to change me to suit today's women. Don't even go there. I'll go to Russia and find myself a bride if needed. ...jokes about mail-ordering on can be kept to yourselves and fuck you for thinking it.

Little creeping fingers and big watching eyes. The problem isn't you. It was never about you. Stay out of the shadows. Stay in the shadows. Lilies. Dozens and dozens of white lilies on the ground at my feet.

[Filter: Family & Andromache]
If any of you are not planning on celebrating with other family, you're welcome to come over for a brunch for Easter. Provided nothing strange happens between now and then.

[The days have been tolerable. Work a welcomed distraction, Syrinx and Aeneas' sister even more welcomed. His thirty-first birthday was approaching. Knowing more of his blood roamed the community, though, made him pray Antonin was not a Greek bastard. Not like Patroclus. God knew he needed to figure out how to deal with that matter still. Still, his cousin's face was a pleasing thing to see. Even if he wondered if the man would make anything of himself.

There had been no contact between himself and Polyxena.

He decided he would manage.]

[Filter: Mordred]

A drink some time. Up to you.

I just wish I could remember our sister but she's nothing more than a fuzzy image in our head. Is it the same for you?

[Filter: Public]

What's the saying, April showers bring May flowers? Isn't there more to that?

Cassandra~ we'll go shopping for all we need to replace sometime soon.

[At work, Cassandra kept turning things into bagels. Bagels and muffins and the occasional loaf of bread. It was weird, and at first she thought she was imagining it, except that she couldn't think of another explanation as to why chai lattes kept disappearing. Well, whatever this was a sign for, it wasn't good.

Roy let her go home early, though, and on the way back she shared the cookie that her metro card had turned into with some pigeons.]

Mr. Midas learned the inconvenient truth early, but for me I guess it's not so inconvenient. Everyone likes bagels.

Troilus, the toaster may be cinnamon raisin bread now. Sorry.

Ah, so, look. I, well, I feel like I am interrupting something here. Something odd, really. But I am only here because my cousin would not stop pestering sending me these invites.

He made me do it, I swear.

Extra, extra, read all about it! An entire city's worth of former mythological beings all underwent the same torture yet again and everyone's pissed! I, for one, might have liked that place a little better, just because I had an awesome dad it was more fun.

I think we should all compare notes, and while we're at it I think someone from the Trojan War should help me ace this paper I've got to write on The Iliad. I'll be super-grateful.

We're back now, and I've got an unholy ton of homework. You know what would make me feel a lot better about all this? If I had a puppy. Seriously, puppies make everything better. Hint, uncle, big fat ~ sparkling~ hint.

[In Mictlan, Hermes had once cut the back of his hand with a letter opener. He'd been attending to his duties when a rather boisterous faction member hurtled through his door and startled him. A letter was being opened, and a hand grew clumsy. The event had left a rather peculiarly shaped scar, which, when commented upon by another, prompted Hermes to teasingly refer to the 'occupational hazards' of being a diplomat.

His funny scar was gone. It didn't take long for him to realize what that implied.]

[Filter: Zeus]
Told you so.

[Filter: Morgan]
Ahem.

[Filter: Cassandra]
You good?

[Filter: Public]
Well, wasn't that an adventure? ♥ Here's to hoping my siblings (and the rest of my family, for that matter) won't be strangers now that we aren't stuck in a parallel dimension. Yes, Andi, Ma'at, Kokabiel, Baldr, everyone in our gigantic clan, that goes for you too.

( i caught your eye as the lantern light guttered out, and the afterdamp swallowed us slowly )

[Filter: Trojans]
This is Hector. I'm in Camlann with Andromache and Aeneas.

To those who don't know yet, this is Aeneas. Camlann.

Fun moment. I have to give whoever did this top marks for originality. What's next? Troy?




Please, don't. One war was enough.

Time to wake up.

Time to go home.

Oh, but there is no home.

[Filter: Hermes]

I


I would like to thank you for being good to me.

I am, it seems, rather lost.

[filter; trojans]

Are any of you here? Do you know yourselves? This is Andromache, by the way. My horse bolted and I'm in the middle of nowhere in approximately Camlann.

[Filter: Baldr & Nanna]

The soonest that you can, please let me and Seph know if you and Killian are all right.

[Filter: Cassandra]

If Svarga receives any backlash from what's going on in Ilium, you and your family must know that I am willing to offer whatever help I can. Not that Mictlan's in a great place right now

Ho hum... I'm bored. Why does it seem like all the interesting things happen everywhere but here in Svarga?

People seem to be asking a lot of philosophical questions lately. I like it. Here's one of my own, a simple one:

If you found yourself invisible for one day and one day only, what would you do? Would you feel guilty afterwards? Would you miss people?

It is so good to be home.  Now, don't get me wrong, Glastheim was lovely, and damn, you people are beautiful.  But nothing quite beats getting to lay in your own bed. 

Until wanderlust strikes again, of course.  Ah, I do so love to vacillate.  For now, I'll enjoy this moment of serenity.

Which makes me curious, dear people of Zurvan: peace and quiet or excitement all the way?

A man approaches you in the woods and attempts to steal your food from you after you haven't eaten in days. You're starving and exhausted. He's more worn out than you are, and you debate keeping the food for yourself, sharing it, or giving it away.

What do you do?

Plants are always suspicious.