mythopoeics

[Once, it had been easy to look his sister in the face. But after having faced her during that week knowing that it wasn't her, that it was all a fantasy of an ideal world in which she was back to her former sweet self, it was hard to even glance at the framed pictures lining his shelves. It seemed impossible to admit there was nothing to do for her, but it would have been a lie to say he hadn't believed it for years.

Lucia would never be the same, and there was nothing Uriel could do. His fingers itched for a cigarette, but instead of giving into the craving, he tossed the whole packet into the trash.]

[filter; private]
If ever I needed you more, it's now, Father.

[filter; archangels]
I feel as though in these difficult times, we should come together more often. If you would all like, I could arrange a dinner at my apartment. If you don't mind the presence of my greyhound.

[filter; diva & eve]
How have you been doing?

[Angels, angels. How many of them were around, Naamah wondered. She didn't hold anything against them -- well, aside from her most intimate parts, when they succumbed to her -- but it was interesting to see them accumulating. Barachiel, Gabriel, Samyaza. Samael. He was the most interesting of all, revealing his identity to seemingly anyone. Did he have nothing to fear? Why would he give himself away so fast?

But she wouldn't reveal her own self just yet. She wanted the time to roll around in the knowledge of having one up on on the featherheads. Knowing of them without them knowing of her gave her the thrill of power, and she loved every second of it. Enough to celebrate her discovery with a nice glass of French wine.

Perhaps she'd make a list of angels, just to see who decided to pop in.]

[filter; tarek]
My studio, tomorrow at noon. You'll be there, won't you?

Her family rarely had complaints about her. Aside from her lack of boyfriend - or girlfriend, her mother suggested one day in an attempt to feel our her daughter's interests but it just results in triggering a loud laugh from Death - she was perfect. She ran her end of things with the smoothness that was expected of her, never got into unnecessary fights. She came to dinner and remained until the night was over, not leaving a moment before. Her mother was allowed to run freely through her home, redecorating however she pleased. Her father could always count on his daughter to be prompt when asked for.

These people were just mortals who she would own one day. They weren't even close to God. They were deeply flawed and would never be seen again most likely. She would leave them no direct branch if she had things her way. Death simply found it entertaining to be this daughter. To witness their ups and downs, to play along with her perishables parents. They weren't boring in the slightest so why ignore them? Their deaths, when they would come, would be memorable.

And that was why she was at her mother's side soon after the woman wrecked her car and broke her leg, allowing her to clutch at her hand and moan loudly even after her father had told her to be silent three different ways.

He'd been the first to clutch someone's hand and offer a prayer of up to Him for not letting the accident end in tragedy. But Death saw no reason to point it out. The story worked better if she watched more.

[filter; horsemen]
So I got a job. [address and store name] I don't know what my hours are yet. But it's full-time.

If you're going to make a joke about sausages, I suggest you make it now.

[filter; mordred]
Alive still?

[filter; visible to all greeks]

It feels as though it's time to do a headcount again. Children, brothers, sisters - who is here? My daughters - it's been far too long since we've had dinner together so pencil me in for Thursday evening. I look a fright but I hope you'll put up with me, nonetheless

[filter; blackwells]

If someone could explain to me why Reza and Dante thought it necessary each to bestow a black eye on me, I would appreciate it greatly.

If anyone has need of me I'm home now.

[filter; private]
They gave me pills, and the name of someone to contact. If they expect them to be utilized they've another thing coming.

[It had been on her mind for years, contacting her family. But she wasn't entirely sure how to go about getting in touch with them, because filtering on the community seemed so strange. She wasn't even sure they would be around. The idea of reaching out made her uncomfortable, as she was sure it would be for a long time.

She was happy enough with her siblings, as happy as she could be. In a way, going on without saying hello to her true family would be perfectly alright with her. There was no pressure in her family. But reaching out to her true family would be opening a whole new can of worms.

She'd stay quiet for the moment, content to curl up in the windowsill with Kira on the floor at her fingertips. This was her happy.]

[after the first comment in this thread]

Darling, I very badly need a place to stay tonight, if it isn't an imposition.

[filter; theseus]
Who are you?

[filter; aidan]
Nora found a photo album of mine that I'd tucked away. I found pictures of you I don't remember. You were very cute as a little one, Marvin.

[filter; public]
There is something very calming in the silence of a mostly empty house.

Has anybody else's electricity and water been out for the last month or so?

There weren't any notices in my building, and it worked fine last week so I thought the problem had been fixed.

Not to complain, just wondering how long this is supposed to last.

[filter; pasithea, helen, menelaus, and syrinx]
Until further notice, we'll be occupying our brother's flat. I would rather not say why, but you can still reach Pol and I on our phones.

[filter; morgause and gawain]
This is Nick, or Castor if you will -- Mordred's my half-brother in this life. My twin and I are going to be staying with him for a time. In case you feel like worrying he's not in good hands, he is.

[There is something freeing in this decision. Her own. No one could make her do anything. No one was trying to make her do anything. Enough time had not passed, things in her still ached, memories in her wouldn't leave. The ever present memory of drowning blood.

And yet, without the pressure to reciprocate, she found it so much easier to think. In an unusual gesture, she snapped a picture and printed several copies, posting them in the mail to those close to her: Elaine, Locrine, Gawain, Troilus, Hector, Cassandra, and yes, even Arthur.

There is nothing written on the back. It is simple beauty.]

[Filter: Eddie]
JUST CAUSE YOU'RE BEING ALL CUTE AND WORRYING...I'm going to get a tiara from a strange man. I promise to stay in public places, around bright lights, and lots of people. I will have my phone (WHICH IS FULLY CHARGED!) with me and I'll call to let you know I'm not dead if you want.

[Filter: Public]
I just needed to share this. I really did.