mythopoeics

I swear, if someone tramples through my garden one more time...

Well, I haven't come up with a suitable punishment yet, but I'm sure I'll think of something. It's not like I keep the garden for fun, you know.

[That morning, Thanatos had been unable to find a cloak. He very much liked this cloak to the point of being obsessed with wearing it on certain types of days. He really couldn't (or wouldn't) explain why but those who knew him knew he did what he wanted in a most stubborn fashion. It wasn't the type of thing one would find in Svarga and it had been one of the few things he had bought while coming from there.

But instead of finding it, he found a box of his ex's things. Not just ideas of apparel or items she herself had made or bought but a few were things he had gifted her with. Then there were notes. Those he quickly destroyed with his own hands and then set them on fire. The rest he couldn't decide what to do with. Until he remembered the journals.]

Fucking Hate every goddamn Die in a I need to get rid of a few things once owned by a woman. A couple of scarves, dresses. Pair of good boots. Handmade pouches for coin or something. A couple of books on healing and herbs, novice stuff. Some cooking books, more complex stuff, I guess. All that's free, I don't care. But I'll be selling a ruby ring and pair of earrings. May as well get some money back for those. If something appeals or you're curious, see me tomorrow morning. Name's Thanatos and I'm a blacksmith. Shouldn't be all that hard to find me if you've any sense.

But tonight, I will be in the nearest fucking tavern.

Why is it whenever I sweep up in my brother's shop it just creates a bigger mess?

...I need a drink.

It is after dinner that his daughter demands time with him. Time he easily can give her because it's her. They go out to inspect the horses, eventually coming to the one he acquired for her. He knows Diana is charmed by it, knows that she is like her mother and himself. She is his pride and joy, the best thing he's ever done. Probably the only good thing he's ever done.

Menelaus knows well what kind of bastard he is. The kind that people like, want to like even after he's been exposed. Not all will, of course, that would be unreasonable. And his wife, if she ever caught any hard proof...

It would be his end. Without a doubt. Those thoughts are forced away when his daughter demands his attention back on her. He gives it over without a thought, knowing she's the only family who he feels at most ease with, and picks her up so she can comfortably feed her horse. He grins over her giggles and squeals while minding the number of sugar cubes she's offering the beast (but doesn't deny her more when she asks).

In this moment, he has the kind of happiness that he prays can never be robbed from him, despite all his unfair, selfish deeds.