mythopoeics

[filter; bastet, isis, ma'at & nephthys (visible to horus)]

MY HORUS IS DIEGO

[filter; kokabiel and samyaza, visible to euterpe]
One day I will have both of you over for dinner, when it best suits you.

[filter; public]
I feel relieved to be back home.

[Zeus has lived many lives. None shall ever equal his first life; his true self. He has always endured, believing fervently that he will be restored to his former glory (that he will restore himself). His death in Zurvan wasn't the most painful death he has experienced but it might be one of the most unnatural. It was not a death that took. It disgusts him that nothing is sacred, not even death. Not even the long, cold sleep.

When he is returned to New York, he learns that his business ventures have proceeded unimpeded. That he has hired and fired two personal assistants. The latest, number three, wears too-short skirts and he fires her, too, having had his way with her over his desk.

It is too easy for him to sleep into his old ways of want-and-take-and-have. These first few days, he is purely selfish. He lives for the sake of living and for the sake of feeling. Nails scraping down his back, rough callused hands, drinking champagne from clever mouths. He needs these things to restore himself. He is a careful man, as a rule, but there are precautions not taken; he is the Father of Gods and Men. What is another bastard child or two?

Finally, emerging from some kind of cocoon of slumber and beautiful women, in a penthouse suite in Boston, he showers and he returns to New York. He is Zeus. He will not be beaten by a fake death (though all the subsequent little deaths have not helped in the least.)

It is time for bravado. It is time to wear the face of Zeus and the substance of Zeus will surely seep back into his veins. He will not be overcome.]

Family, family. It was just a flesh wound.

Donovan, we're not drinking on your birthday anymore. I feel like I've forgotten everything from the past week. Actually, longer than a week. I don't even remember getting the sheet music we practiced on friday. All I know is that the bell player seems more terrified of me than usual.

I also got a text message from a Todd. Who the hell is Todd? Is anyone out there a Todd?