| Seasons ( Narrative ) |
[01 Apr 2008|01:19am] |
There was so much to do. There would always be much to do, but Persephone understood the bargain. She understood the promise and she had hesitated with her return. Her mother would understand, but the signs that it was time for her to return above were quite evident. Her home was empty. Her daughter had left and her husband was who knew where, but they'd know where she was when they got home and she wasn't waiting for either of them. She'd be with her mother above on Olympus, a place that she did not wish to go. She didn't wish to go there now. The temple of Demeter never felt like a prison, but she felt that she should at least stay until she knew everything was over and everything was alright. Having her own child allowed her to understand why her mother acted the way she did. She wanted to know if Makaria was okay, but there simply wasn't any time for that now. ( There never seemed to be enough time. ) |
| Shared Pain (tag: Idun) |
[01 Apr 2008|03:33am] |
The world was grey and fuzzy and not quite real, and internally, Sigyn knew she wasn’t really awake yet. Her eyelids felt heavy and when she tried to open them, there was resistance as though they were sticky. One hand was lifted to clumsily brush her fingers against the corners of her lids, somehow thinking to get rid of whatever cobwebs held them closed. Only there weren’t any cobwebs, or anything sticky, there was only a struggle to open her eyes. Her mind was slowly becoming more and more aware, but her body still responded sluggishly to her commands. That was not how she usually woke up. What was wrong with her?
Oh yes. That was right. ( She’d been drugged. )
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| I'll settle for a cup of coffee, but you know what I really need (mak, then others at nanshe's?) |
[01 Apr 2008|04:18pm] |
The smell of fresh coffee filled the kitchen, up to the rafters and out the open windows. Nanshe's kitchen was huge and open, and right now, Morpheus knew for a fact that every other sentient being in the house (with the exception of Gus and his owner) was in the arms of sleep.
( This particular morning, that unnerved him horribly. )
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