mythopoeics

[Filter: Family & Andromache]
If any of you are not planning on celebrating with other family, you're welcome to come over for a brunch for Easter. Provided nothing strange happens between now and then.

( in this darkened room we’ve got heart enough to burn )

[Filter: Agravaine]

Let's talk business.

This having a job business is taxing, truly. Now is about the right time to be buying plane tickets for the summer, yes? Before they leap up in price?

[Things had not been going well for Eve. Her mother was sick, hospitalized for problems with her heart (it started with a heart attack, but it quickly became apparent that the damage was more extensive than the doctors originally thought) and had been fading fast. During the time period when emotional responses made odd things happen (in her case small static pulses leaping from her hands, shocking people and things) Eve had ended up getting kicked out of the hospital because of the way the machines were responding to her. It was while she was barred from visiting her mother that things took a turn for the worse, and after a long battle, she soon received word that her mother had asked to see a priest.

Her mother was dying, and much as Eve could appear strong for her around others, inside she was a mess.]

It's always difficult, and even a little strange, when we have to say goodbye to someone important to us for the last time. It's so unfair, how is it if I die I come back, but my mother... She lived a good, long life, and I just know she'll be reunited with my father. Requiescat in pace, mom.

[Delivered to Angrboda's door are these, all fresh cut and topped off with a perfumed card, which reads: "Never gave my proper condolences in person, so drinks or dinner sometime? -Gavin"]

[Filter: Morpheus and Merlin]
I miss you both just so terribly. I've even shed tears.

[Filter: Sigyn]
Busy this weekend, dearest almost-cousin?

[Filter: Public]
I've named my rabbit Ursula for no other reason other than I enjoy the name.

( And I've been making the meaning they lack )

I love how this time of year the school starts planning all sorts of dances! People get so cray-cray about asking someone, and offended if they're asked by the wrong person or turned down. Even better, they all talk about these things where they think nobody's listening, which makes for some awesome looks of shock when it all turns up in the Pheme Periodical Underground News for everyone to see. I love my life.

Ugh, I need a dress. And a date. Sadly, none of the guys in my grade are remotely interesting enough for me to consider, but I guess I'll have to settle for someone. Denver, you want to go stag with me? We can dance around and laugh at everyone. It'll be funsies, promise!