mythopoeics

[Agravaine would've been perfectly fine without the memories that had hit him like bricks. But when the apartment, the job, and the family all came flashing back to him, he needed a sit down. With the king's poisoning, did he need this? Really?]

[filter; pheme]
My niece?

[filter; svargan right-hand & diplomat ]
I can't explain what's going on. The king? I can't believe I'm

edit: [filter; family]
What the fuck? Where are you all?

[filter; private]
What?

[filter; death & war, visible to pesticide]
I know you.

[His father was Zeus. Zeus, the only man who could terrify him. The man who had broken into his apartment, touched him, threatened him. And now he was dying. How could he feel for a man who terrified him, but who had also been his father for twenty-five years?]

Pasithea? Thanatos?

You got to be fucking kidding me.

Dear. Dad. In Heaven.

I got kids again. And I'm a soldier again. Is this some kind of pseudo-way to get my fallen-angelic little life back?

Because if so, I'm not completely against it.

Missing my brothers though.

I woke up and... I remember. I remember everything.

Euterpe, where are you?

( somewhere only we know )

[Things had not been going well for Eve. Between the random and unexpected return of her memories as well as the realization that Horus most likely had been caught and killed she had never felt more adrift than she did currently. With no word from Tristan either, things seemed bleak. Her brief conversation with Samael, while a welcome diversion, did not change the fact that she was currently hiding out in an inn on the outskirts of Ilium wondering if and when someone was coming to kill her for her participation in the revolt.

She had to take action, and fast. Ride to Camlann, perhaps, like she told Samael she would. The idea of putting him in a position where he might be forced to protect her was upsetting, but where else could she go? There was always the option of just going where the wind took her, but that was a daunting prospect. Still. She had to do something.

Approaching the innkeeper, she bartered with him to gain a horse in exchange for a bracelet that she dimly remembered getting as a gift. It's sentimental value was outweighed by necessity; the innkeepers' wife found it pretty and she wouldn't get far on foot even if she had a better chance of evading capture. Loading up her meager possessions, she wrote two quick notes, and was on her way.]

[Filter; Family (Gawain, Hathor, Patroclus, Tristan)]
Family, I am safe. Please do not try to find me. I apologize for any upset that I may have caused, but I agree with Tristan about the state of things.

[Filter; Samael]
Samael, I didn't want to mention it openly, as I didn't want to involve you, but I was a part of the revolt in Ilium. I know not whether there are still people looking for me due to my part in it, but I have acquired a horse and am intent on finding you. As I said earlier, if I do not make it then know that I tried, and that I would have enjoyed seeing Prince Samael in all his glory. Please know that I love you, inasmuch as I think I could. Stay safe, and feel better.

[Filter: Heimdall]

I'm leaving for Svarga. Right now.

[Filter: Hypnos]

Tell me he's not-

he's not-

Not yet. Please.

[Hello, memories. Memories of being married to another man, memories of the lovely pest known as Loki and having his children. Combining those with the current.

This would not go well.]

OH FUCK NO

FUCK YOU ALL FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

I AM GOING TO KILL SOMETHING ZEUS I WILL END HIM NOW

[Samael is a big man and a strong man and, despite Leukothoe's undoubted skills as an assassin, he survives.

When he opens his eyes, he thinks to tell the community of the strange dream he had in which he was a prince in a very foreign land who got stabbed for no good reason. When he opens his eyes, he sees that he's lying in a large four-poster bed, with a bandage wrapped around his torso.

He scrambles for his journal, which fucking exists, and, holy fuck, all the memories-]

WHAT THE EVER-LIVING FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?

( but never take advice from someone who just admitted to being devious, who just confessed to treason )

[filter; all angels]
Brothers, are you all safe?

[filter; public]
It seems we've once again been tested.

[filter; children of zeus]
Which of you can see this?

[filter; zeus]
Father?

This is strange and yet not at all strange because I have Baldr and we have Killian. It's just - my family. Are you still my family?

[filter; death & azazel]

You are my sister and my brother. I can remember you, when I was little, and fell and skinned my knees.

You are.

I am, it seems, rather lost.

[filter; trojans]

Are any of you here? Do you know yourselves? This is Andromache, by the way. My horse bolted and I'm in the middle of nowhere in approximately Camlann.