mythopoeics

Dear lungs,

I am extremely pleased with the work you have performed since my birth, truly. But lately I've been denoting the propensity for you to attempt to leave my chest via coughing and I'm really not happy about it. Kindly understand your job is for life.

Love,

Hemera

Being sick? Never gets old.

I don't need to work tonight. A blessing as my feet are so very sore. Bah~

Are there people in Mictlan who'd care to join me for a drink? I'm going to be a traitor to my tavern and go over to The Damned Watcher. The entertainer there is much better than the one at Iron Hound anyway. First round is on me.

[Mictlan is safe for now, from all the bad memories but that wouldn't remain that way. Arthur had taken such a liking to that princess of Camlann. Why couldn't he have taken a shine to perhaps the one in Glastheim? Or the Svargan girl? No, it had to be her and soon, she would rule over him.

Troilus couldn't stand the thought of it.

He worked to forget and works to remember. Though he could have reached out to Morgan, he decided that he wanted to hear from his family. Family never would betray him, would never dare turn on him. And, because he was curious, he included his sister-in-law. The wedding he may have attended but he still didn't know that well.]

[Filter: Siblings + Iseult]

I was thinking of going to Ilium next week, pretties. I have to clear it, still, but it's a nice idea, agreed? Seeing the newlyweds, inspecting whether the new addition to the family's given Mordred a happy glow or something ridiculous like that. Or is it usually the other way around? Feh.

Daphne, precious. You've been too quiet. I'm going to be so sore if you don't speak to me within the next forty-eight hours. I'd appreciate knowing if you're mad at me as well.