mythopoeics

[filter; mordred]
Look, I'm not good at this shit. All I want to say is I'm glad you're my brother. Don't do anything stupid.

[filter; daphne]
I'm this close to killing Gaheris, or whoever the fuck he is. Drinks on me tomorrow, and I don't give a shit if it's almost the middle of the week.

[filter; public]
My younger brother popped in today, since apparently there's not enough fucking crime in Burlington to keep him busy.

[It had been a nightmare from the beginning, reflecting everything that Galahad had never wanted to face. Reflecting a yearning for things he shouldn't. Love, praise, family- it felt like an indulgence. A weakness. The perfect knight could only want one thing, the Grail.

Yet that was also there, resting on his mantlepiece as if it had never been anywhere else. His mother and his father loved him, praised him and knew him. Mordred was happy, contently reading on his couch.

And Percival...

Percival was affectionate and warm; he touched him. He could touch and touch back, until it stopped being Galahad and Percival but just them.]

( leave me out with the waste, this is not what i do )

[ ooc: warning for some icky imagery ]

[Filter: Private]

FUCK. FUCK. I may love my siblings but this proximity thing only works when we're out destroying the fucking world.


Would Death be very pissed if I locked her in my fucking closet? Probably. She's never finding out. Only Pestilence gets a free pass, it is good to see him walking again.


I should fucking kick Famine out of my bed. Eventually.

FUCK.

What the fuck is my life.

( cut in relation to the previous Mordred-cuts (aka sensitive topic) )

( I wanna wish you away (I wanna kiss you away) )

Backdated: April 25th

Do you ever have those days where you feel like you've forgotten something, but you know that you've remembered every little thing? Something is just off about today.

A part of me thinks I should have stayed in bed this morning.

Or at least at home.

I'm not sure.

Perhaps it's just my shoes. I ran out with one black and one brown today, and I didn't notice until lunch. Either other people haven't noticed, or they've been too polite to say something. I'm guessing it's a mix of both.

More importantly, I suppose I should be asking about where I'm writing now. Is this more like tumblr, youtube, or blogspot?