| Relentless (Eos) |
[25 Mar 2008|11:34am] |
Epidaurus. They all had rooms in Epidaurus, didn't they? Only Prometheus' room was more of a cot, and by Epidaurus what he really meant was the entryway of Epidaurus. There were injured of all kinds inside the temple itself. Prometheus had begged off being given a room. The plan was not to stay, not even close. Some attendant or another had whispered in his ear about needing to see the king, but the last thing Prometheus wanted to do right now was see the king. He still remembered the terrible rage in Phlegethon's eyes when the god rose up, all the fires of his river dancing at his command while he tried to cook Prometheus Titan inside his own skin. There wasn't much you could do about such an attempt. Not much but run, which of course was the sound and therefore correct course of action. Prometheus had run, right after Deimos.
( Here. )
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| Home Is Where the Heart Is (tag: Idun) |
[25 Mar 2008|06:40pm] |
How long had it been since he'd been home? Weeks? Months? He honestly couldn't remember.
It had been a productive trip. He'd had long discussions with several authors, inspired a musician or two, and been amused by a group of emo kids (he still wasn't sure he understood them, but he was trying). All in all a pleasant experience. Except for that one night in Minoqua, Wisconsin. Those kids were awful! There was absolutely no use wasting his mead on them. It wasn't about music for them, it was about how loud and shocking they could be. And what was up with those drums? Disgraceful, really. And then there had been the man with the singing dog in a little neighborhood bar in Custer. The dog was trained well. Any dog that knew how and when to sing to Kenny Rogers' Lucille was worth the price of a beer. Especially at his prices. Who still sold beer at 75 cents a tapper? And his wife had been a pip. Pretending to fight with her husband the whole time. He hadn't heard a woman refer to her husband as "you old poop" that many times since he'd watched On Golden Pond. All around quite amusing. It made him wonder if he would be returning to Wisconsin any time soon, though.
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| Limits (Tag: Thoth) |
[25 Mar 2008|08:58pm] |
"Diḥautī, Ibis of Egypt, Great Arbitrator, you are called forth by Sia of Omniscience."
Sia stood in Khmun now, feet in the sand, hands spread across the air. There was a new name for this place, but Sia was an old, old god. The inspiration of the beginnings of the world rest with him. He retained the old names by will, choosing to disregard Hermopolis and all the rest. They did not hold the meaning that Khmun held for him. Here in the Egyptian sand where Thoth's largest worship had once flourished, he waited. And he wasn't pleased about it, either.
An hour past, he'd been enjoying a quiet day with Khaos, secreted away in an undisturbed cabin deep within a forest in North America. All their days passed quietly, spent drinking tea or coffee and enjoying each other's company... in a wide variety of ways. The ancient Greek was truly the one delight he relished in the world these days. He'd seen the rest - future, past, and present - and there was nothing else that interested him.
Khaos had told him not to go. Khaos had told him that, like her Greeks, the Egyptians would work their problems out eventually. He knew she wasn't a fool; he knew her heart ached for her children and grandchildren and great-great-great grandchildren. It was easier for her to step away, to let the Greeks do what they would. Usually, Sia was in agreement with the idea. But this time, Sia knew just exactly what would happen if he didn't take a hand in the problem, and soon. The Greek civil war would seem a party in comparison to what Set and Isis and Horus would do.
It could not be abided.
So he stood with his bare feet in the hot Egyptian sand and with his hands spread out over the breeze, and he waited for Thoth. Impatiently.
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| Like Herding Cats (tag: Isis) |
[25 Mar 2008|09:51pm] |
She’d put it off for as long as her conscious would allow. The side trip to see Nanshe had been a bit of willful disobedience, a necessary diversion. At least, necessary to Bast. There was simply something in her make-up that would not allow her to do exactly as she was told. Even if she was the one to do the telling. The pause to see her friend in the middle of her spying mission for her mother was a needed bit of independence, though she only allowed it for herself because she knew nothing she had to report was all that important.
Briefly Bast considered going to see Horus. If only to tell him to stop pissing in the sandbox. If only to see the look on his face. There was a rather wicked urge to poke at him, because really, he took things far too seriously. He was probably taking this far too seriously. Got his undies in a twist over something that he should long since have resolved himself to. She would back him in any fight that came; he was not only her king, he was her brother. But that didn’t mean that she didn’t think he was occasionally kinda dumb.
( Like now. )
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| Changes Baby Changes (Arianrhod) |
[25 Mar 2008|10:39pm] |
Tokyo was a city full of good times and pretty women. Gwydyon remembered his first visit fondly, but it was the current visit that had him so entertained. Dancing with a goddess to be immediately followed by... this. There weren't many hotels in Tokyo as nice as this one. Unfortunately, he couldn't remember the name of it. A very tall and buxom Japanese woman had shoved her hand into his pants just before he walked into the hotel. Everything that happened before vanished in a puff of smoke, or something similarly dramatic. Gwydyon couldn't remember how it had vanished. Part of the amnesia. Hustling both of them upstairs had been no mean feet consider the flexibility of her fingers and the lack of ability to think coherently in such a situation. If not for his long coat someone might have noticed. Someone had noticed.
( He didn't care. )
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