Some bloody moron broke my coffee maker and I haven't had time to get a new one. Bet you can't guess what I'll be doing this weekend.
[ Not for the first time in the weeks since returning from Zurvan, Igraine wondered if ignorance, in the end, was for the best. If it really was bliss. How might have things turned out, had she not remembered herself as Igraine, and learned her brother was Merlin? Would she have been happier not knowing? Without a doubt. Knowledge was power, but it was also pain.
And now, he wanted to continue calling her 'sis'. He was a troll to the very core, so was he just playing her, making her angry on purpose? She didn't know fury as others did, but the irritation bubbled up inside of her, desperate to be released. It didn't help that he was Theseus' son. He would remain in her life as her former step-son, the half-brother to her little girl. Ignoring him was not the way out.
But what was? ]
[ filter; children ]
Girls, what are your schedules like this week?
[Uriel had been in an off mood all day, and coming home to Death, he'd been drained beyond measure. Earlier that morning, a patient had died on his table, having bled for profusely that it would've been impossible to save her. Her name had been Elizabeth -- a rather pretty name, he thought later -- and he'd been the one to contact her family.
And so he came home to his wife with hands so clean, it was as if he hadn't dealt with death mere hours ago. The death of a patient was never easy. But Uriel knew better than to take it personally. If the Maker took, then there was nothing he could do, yet still it bothered him so. Not enough to speak about it, but enough to allow his mood to suffer for it.
Still awake and unable to sleep, he would consult his journal for a second opinion.]
[filtered away from death, in-laws, and all family]
How is one meant to deal with the death of a patient?
I'm unsure if I'd like that trip to Rome now. I've experienced enough of its past. And seeing the Coliseum would bring back memories.
[filter; her girls]
Let us do dinner one of these days. Out or in -- your choice.
[Once, it had been easy to look his sister in the face. But after having faced her during that week knowing that it wasn't her, that it was all a fantasy of an ideal world in which she was back to her former sweet self, it was hard to even glance at the framed pictures lining his shelves. It seemed impossible to admit there was nothing to do for her, but it would have been a lie to say he hadn't believed it for years.
Lucia would never be the same, and there was nothing Uriel could do. His fingers itched for a cigarette, but instead of giving into the craving, he tossed the whole packet into the trash.]
[filter; private]
If ever I needed you more, it's now, Father.
[filter; archangels]
I feel as though in these difficult times, we should come together more often. If you would all like, I could arrange a dinner at my apartment. If you don't mind the presence of my greyhound.
[filter; diva & eve]
How have you been doing?
[There had been no words when Igraine had discovered both Gorlois and Uther in her home. Both of them. Not only them, but her children as well in pint-sized forms. She had never been able to see Arthur as a toddler, and so the effect it had on her was immediate. While she'd been able to raise her girls, Arthur had been taken away from her.
On day two, things had only worsened. Gorlois was not angry with her. Uther was apologetic. It was what she wanted, what she'd craved for, but -- how to proceed? She needed to speak with someone.]
[filter; children]
Your fathers are in my home. As are all of you as children.
[She'd been walking home alone, something Uriel never encouraged, when she'd broken down. Shattered. After being approached in an alleyway for a light, she'd simply unraveled in a series in screams until the ambulance had come to bring her to safety. Uriel had been called in to find his sister strapped down by her wrists to a bed, a sight he wished he hadn't had to witness.
But he would never question God's plan for his sister. Not now, not ever.]
[filter; nanna, morgan & aeneas]
Lucia is in the hospital. She's unharmed, but unstable. I can be reached on my cell while I'm with her.
[Agravaine would've been perfectly fine without the memories that had hit him like bricks. But when the apartment, the job, and the family all came flashing back to him, he needed a sit down. With the king's poisoning, did he need this? Really?]
[filter; pheme]
My niece?
[filter; svargan right-hand & diplomat ]I can't explain what's going on. The king? I can't believe I'm
edit: [filter; family]
What the fuck? Where are you all?
When someone you love has been gone for so long, it's only natural to never want them to leave, yes? Especially when only a younger man keeps him in Ilium