| Empty Graves (Styx) |
[19 May 2008|09:26am] |
The knowledge of how he'd come to be there was lost to him. Just as so many things were. His conversation with Makaria had left him weeping, beyond broken, so that when he at last was alone he'd curled into a ball and heaved on his knees. Over and over. Until he was filthy with his own fluids, but he couldn't stop himself. Somewhere along the way all of it came together in a perfect storm of self-loathing and self-pity. She wasn't his enemy. Zeus and Hades weren't his enemies. Only what could they be? Both of them had left his son as he was for their own reasons. Selfish desires beget selfish desires and nothing had changed. A corrupt rule was to be obeyed because it was the rule of law. And what was he supposed to be? What was he supposed to do? Sit back, and let them escape punishment for destroying his life? Nothing could be farther away from what he wanted to do, at that very instant.
( He wanted to drink their blood. )
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| In Between (tag: Freyja) |
[19 May 2008|10:55pm] |
There had been a fight over pancakes. In more ways than one. True, she’d threatened to stab Dei’s hand if he took the last of them, but it was the argument with Nem that Philotes considered a fight. She’d offered to leave after making such a big blunder. How did you apologize for having sex in your sister’s bed? Really, leaving was the least that she could do.
( Except Nemesis wouldn’t let her. )
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