mythopoeics

( love me - that's all i ask of you )

[The past two months had been strange. At first she couldn't quite figure out why but it felt as if she had been living in a strange fog. Odd memories would reveal themselves, making her wonder if perhaps she was not losing herself. Much like how the men she used to prey during her finest days fell apart at her feet.

By mid-day, it cleared up for her and she recalled what had gone on. What she had done. But to tell all that she was around? No. That was not necessary. Let them believe she had never been around until now. Let them not even know she was Lilith. It was better this way.

Her lips absently brushed against her daughter's temple as she saw her off to visit a friend. She had not loved the girl immediately, not until the child proved herself to be something like herself. No, she had kept the girl for herself because of simple greed and selfishness. But Lucille had turned into a gem, a piece of her she wouldn't care to let go of.

Something that would live on when she died. Again.]

[Filter: Private]

If the world wants to make it easier for me to prey on men, very well. I'll go along with it for now.

[Filter: Public]

How cozy.

Though I'd care to know how I got added to a place like this.

[Agravaine wasn't going to waste any time the moment he woke up in bed feeling like he'd missed something. If this was his bed, it certainly wasn't his bed in Svarga, but who was complaining? He was fucking home. Which meant two things.

He rolled out of bed before his head could process the movement, and plagued by a head rush he padded over to Pheme's room. Finding her tucked up in bed, he smoothed the hair off her forehead. No kisses yet, not when there were more important things to do.

His cellphone was ripped from its charger in the kitchen, and Mordred's number was dialed from memory.]

[It was about seven o'clock when Hebe woke from sleep disoriented. The alarm clock blaring at her side was to remind her school was in two hours, which was a bizarre realization considering how it was her first time seeing an alarm clock in months. Or so she'd assumed. Everything started flowing back, like how she had a test that morning, how she was invited to lunch with a boy (needed to cancel). Normal, daily things.

Following school, she crawled onto her laptop for a few tentative messages.]

[Filter: Zeus]
... daddy?

[Filter: Raven]
Can we... have coffee sometime?

[Filter: Public]
Um. Hi.

As soon as he was aware he was home, he was out of bed and had burst into Maeve's room. Not surprisingly, the girl was up, her fingers sticky from having stolen chocolate frosting from the fridge. There was some lie or outburst on her tongue, one that would have alerted the staff but Samyaza didn't give her the chance to make a sound. She was swept up into his arms and nearly crushed.

His Maeve. Yes, he would lose her like he had lost others after each reincarnation but did that make her unworthy of his affection? She was a piece of him, his daughter. All his children mattered to him.

This was where he belonged. Where he always would. Everyone else could wait a while. He had a daughter to really spoil.

Oh.

Ok. Back to this.

I'M BORED