mythopoeics

I am incredibly happy I'm a regular Joe from a small family.

Better her than me.

And you're totally going to hell, Hemera, lady.


Boys set their homework on fire somehow and my table's pretty smudged. I don't know if I should shout or be amazed they managed in the first place with two pencils.

Bright boys. Bright little boys.


Ah.

Hi.

I like the weather in Glastheim. It's colder than Mictlan certainly, but I like it still. I enjoy burrowing into clothes

The date has been set. I appreciate those who have showed so much interest.

Which basically means most of you have little to do.

[ filter ; gwen ]

Thanks.

You're taking the afternoon off. I'm making that an order.

[ / ]


[ filter ; queen angrboda ]

My Queen. A word.

[ / ]

Glastheim~

I'm back for this fabulous occasion. Your ladies beckon for my services, and who am I to deny them what they want? I have a weakness for adding my mark to weddings. Particularly the ones that involve important people.

Have you missed me?

how intrestin, this book here. were like monkees on display

[filter: mictlan faction] [writing is slow and careful, with pauses for referencing a dictionary or thesaurus.]

Glastheim loses a wise king and gains a foreign idiot. I do not know if I should laugh or cry.

Anyway, I will endear myself into the queenling's good graces. For your information, should the need arise.

Waves are powerful. Waves against rocks are even worse, and loud. They're the true monsters of the sea. Nature's lions.

What do I use to get myself to sleep? I might begin to babble at this rate, as much as one can on paper.

Everything about this place is cold and we are not yet arrived. Tell me a useful cure for cold toes.

Aside from that: this marriage is not an assimilation of cultures. It is a compromise or a contract or a duet. One party need not drown out the other. One needs only to see my twin sons to see how our respective strengths combine and compliment each other.

Tristan could have left with all the other nobles and fine figures if he had truly wished to witness what had all the makings of a disaster (poor Svargan princess, poor Glasthein king). But with many important figures going out of Ilium, this was a golden chance to try to work on seeking out those of a lower class. Understanding what to address, how to slowly (but surely) improve the conditions. To close gaps and let their opinions be heard.

He had always known of the attitude Ilium had against those they looked down upon. The fat cats, ignoring that it was those among the lower classes who produced the beautiful things they owned, the things they ate. He knew that there were good men as well, such as his brother, who would not damn an individual due to the circumstances of their birth. After all, did they not have half-siblings they embraced so fully?

As if that itself wasn't a topic of gossip at times. His wife, though as sweet as could be and perfectly polite, had peered at him once in a while as if he wasn't normal. As if his ways weren't very out of place and he knew they were. Once and only once they had touched the topic and it had ended in a rare argument when he pointed out their love match was just as odd.

But she was dead and past arguments could not be taken back. Tristan only had his career now and he intended to do good. And sometimes he did wonder what Queen Helen would think of a revolution. He didn't care for it but if conditions persisted, that could be what she would have to deal with.

She simply wouldn't have her right-hand man at her side.