mythopoeics

It's very interesting coming back to messages on my phone regarding interviews I only vaguely remember having. Has anyone else had this problem?

[filter; mordred]
We shagged, didn't we?

[Memory was a powerful thing.

Despite using copious amounts of alcohol to attempt to forget, the past two months were wearing on Mordred far more than he felt anyone had any right to know. Between knowing he shagged his half-brother to falling in love with Iseult, planning children and a future with her, fighting alongside Percival and Tristan, and finally down to being killed by Deiphobus, there were far too many things that even an orderly mind like his couldn't reconcile.

Daytime was filled with phantom pains from where a sword ran him through and nighttime was filled with fevered remembrances of a blonde-haired goddess among women writhing under his skillful touch - with thoughts like that plaguing his brain it was no wonder Mordred was imposing a willful insomnia on himself that was doing nothing to improve his attitude. Thoughts of what had and what could have been made him more irritable and surly than usual. Had he truly fell in love with his brothers' little piece on the side? Craved children and stability? These were questions he refused to entertain except in those moments of weakness he wished he never had.

There were very few people he hadn't snarled at in his more drunken moments, to the point where his mother had (politely, oh so politely) asked him to take his leave. The first thing he did upon making it home was to boot up his computer and stare at the screen. What to write...?]

Rumours of my demise... None of tha...

I believe there are a few people inquiring as to my whereabouts?