mythopoeics

I ruined my dictionary. I had it hiding under the chicken coop but a fox got to it. Can someone help me write a letter?

[ filter; raven private ]
How do I say it? How am I


I

I

I can't even write it

[ filter; morgan ]
My lady, I know we haven't talked very much at court, but can I

can I ask you something? I have no one else to ask.

[ filter; gwynevere ]

I am hoping I'm not completely out of order by asking how you are. Not that I'm even sure you'd like hearing (or reading) from myself.

[ / ]

What's with the sudden influx of marriage proposals? Seeing Glastheim's wasn't that amazing.

Paperwork breeds, I have proof. And I might follow people's example and search for the nearest bottle of alcohol.

I want to travel. Where is appealing at this time of year?

[filter; sisters]

What news of the boy king? Is he coming to claim our Polyxena? Shall we welcome him into our fold?

[She is never vulgar enough to show her truest of thoughts in public. Never the sort of run her hands over the throne and not foolish enough to accidentally say the wrong thing. Or even to feign disinterest or behave as if she hadn't a thought in her head. That is equally damaging. Balance could give someone the right cover.

Morgause is effortlessly cool, minding herself with her own duties as a faction member, as aunt to the king. The silent, secret plans are not meant to obvious indicate herself or Galahad. They are meant to be fate. It wouldn't be hard at all. Heimdall now has a bride who had come in and created some displeasure. A bride from the region where his father's murderer came from supposedly.

But no one can read her mind. And in the middle of the night, she can see her son on the throne, creating a Glastheim that would surpass all regions. Even the present Glastheim. Her perfect child.]

[Filter: Galahad]

Tell me what you would have done differently. If it had been your father.

[Filter: Public]

When I was younger and unmarried, someone once came to me as asked me which of my senses I could afford to lose and which I could not. I was shocked then, considering my station and such boldness. But I suppose the question was meant to provoke thought opposed to surprise. It was a good question.

Which of your sense can you afford to lose? And which can you not?

Sometimes she missed being in a marriage. What she had now was not a marriage even if she was, under the law's eyes, married. She knew her husband was keeping his own company and made all the effort to not care. It hadn't worked, it had become something bitter.

It wasn't worth holding on to but, unlike a common man or woman, divorce would leave her ruined. If she was going to work for her region, she didn't need to be ruined. She didn't need to hear about her husband's playmates from other people either but Nephthys supposed that was asking for too much apparently. Nobles were cruel in their own way. Petty and sharp, unable to help themselves because perhaps launching their barbs at the lower classes was getting to be laughably expected.

Even Nephthys wasn't so pure and saintly, oh no. She saw the distinctions between herself and others, knew it existed for a reason. There had to be one. This was the way the world was and why attempt to change it? She did not fling tart comments around but she wasn't going to ever support a merge of classes. Those thoughts moved to one side, her mind back on her husband. He had no issue playing with women of any class. She supposed he thought himself allowed to do that.

Maybe she ought to visit Isis one day or another just to get her husband a 'gift'. Something to say she still thought of him and something that would make sense once he was bent over and howling in pain.

Back in Ilium, back to work. At least having a wife to return home to makes things seem less tedious.

[Filter; Private]
The trip proved to be interesting in regard to the quest to learn more about my bride. There is much work that needs to be done, especially in regards to determining who's eye she might have been trying to catch, but in the absence of proof I shall have to go with my gut. The subject of our union eventually bearing fruit is something that seems to be of importance to my brother, and as such I'll attempt to figure out Iseult's opinion on it. Her response will be telling.

It is so good to be home.  Now, don't get me wrong, Glastheim was lovely, and damn, you people are beautiful.  But nothing quite beats getting to lay in your own bed. 

Until wanderlust strikes again, of course.  Ah, I do so love to vacillate.  For now, I'll enjoy this moment of serenity.

Which makes me curious, dear people of Zurvan: peace and quiet or excitement all the way?

Hades isn't the fanciful type. No, despite the many difficulties he has suffered, not once has he dreamed of a 'better life', a life with 'family' and 'love'. His emotions have always remained a flat line. There are scant few punctuations in the equilibrium, surely, but these hardly carry enough amplitude to earn more than passing notice.  Hades has never thought to ponder the silence with which he faces the world, never thought about how odd he is for a boy of seventeen. (But he has never felt like a boy, has he?) The world is the way it is; he is the way he is.  There is power in accepting the truths one cannot change, and if he is confident in anything, it is his own power.

Hades isn't the fanciful type. He knows this and does not question it. That is why, when he suddenly feels as if the world is too quiet, the sun too bright, he simply accepts his sense of foreboding as fact -

Something wicked is afoot. And he must be ready.

I thought about playing a question game but then I decided you all have better things to do.

[Filter: Heimdall]

You aren't planning on murdering the girl so far, correct?

[Filter: Sigyn of Svarga and now Glastheim]

Settling? Settled? Intrigued or annoyed yet?

[Filter: Nanna & Baldr]

I wish to borrow spend time with the child Killian. For my curiosity family bonding. Would you both be comfortable with that? It's fine if not. The parents Your comfort comes first. I know he's young so it can be a trying time for both parent and child to be separated a while.