woes (Styx)
A simple thing for Lethe to see who was forgetting what all around the world. But it was hard for her to ignore who it was that drank directly from her river. She'd beckoned him with sweet song, and wove the verse into his cure. But when he actually cupped the water in his hands and drank and drank again, Lethe was sent reeling to the floor. No one noticed, she wanted it that way, and slipped between the guests of the auction and then down. Down beneath the floor and to the earth and farther.
Lethe stopped only when she was beside him. Holding her father's head in her hands. And Lethe wept. She now knew the truth. Of her father, of her mother. Of everything that had happened that she'd been absent for. And now her father, who could not stand any of it anymore drank and forgot it all. So that he and Nyx might be together again? So their family could be whole?
For himself. For his soul. So he could forget it all and live without such torment. Lethe wept. Held him tight to her and screamed to no one and everything for it. He forgot it all and she'd let him because he needed it, but now he was nothing more than lost and asleep. She could not return his troubles, and could not set him tight.
"Daddy." She whispered and gripped him under both of his arms. Such a small thing as she, she should have never been able to lift him and yet lift she did. She dragged him across the river, which stood solid for only her, and into her temple to rest. For how long was any one's guess.
Erebos, Lord of Darkness, did not even know himself right now. Until she could weave out the bad, and leave just the good he would rest with her. Here in her temple.
Her mother on the other hand.
Lethe wasn't sure what to do with that knowledge. Be sad about it. Be angry about it. Tell Styx. Show Styx.