mythopoeics

He had quietly witnessed what he could of Lena and Zeus' conversation in this post. Of course it wasn't much (but then again it was a whole lot). Lena was a Greek. But he would bet over the fact of him not knowing who she was already that she didn't know. That his darling Uncle Zeus' post caught his wife of over two decades by surprise.

He prayed the woman he called friend didn't turn out to be Phaedra or Medea. There were things to tolerate and things he would spit upon without hesitation. It would be a shame to sever his relationship with lovely Lena if she couldn't be someone he liked.

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Everyone's a type of normal here. Bubbly and bright, quiet and inhibited. Some a little slow, a few quite sharp. Some so vocal and some likely preferring filters over public chatter. One abuser of emoticons. And many love sharing music. But they are normal.

Normal is something I reject and it rejects me. How will they take to me? Will one interfere with my way of bring because they feel it's wrong?

Perhaps I will never tell them the truth. I don't think their families and friends would enjoy having a missing person in their lives.

I read the other day that Maurice Sendak passed away, and I wasn't sure how to take that. He was one of my favorite writers, I still have a copy of Where the Wild Things Are from when I was little floating around here somewhere, it's a book I always felt would be worth reading to any kidlets that I might have someday, and now if those days ever come I feel like it'll mean that much more to be able to share something I loved with them.

It's easy to think about how he hopefully lived a long and fulfilling life, but at the same time it's weird to think about death being permanent considering what we've seen and dealt with here. I suppose it's different for actual people, the ones who aren't like us, but it's still something that made me stop and think.

Anyway, if anyone's interested the bakery where I work decided to make some Where the Wild Things Are cookies, and I think that's pretty cool.

[Ever since having Mordred released from the hospital, Agravaine had been grumpier than usual, almost barking out at Pheme a few times before catching himself. He was moody and unsociable, and it was stifling. He replayed certain thoughts in his mind -- like how he should've gone over to Mordred's before he could resort to hurting himself. And though he was rarely one to blame himself, this was Mordred, his best friend, his little brother. Nothing else fucking mattered when it was his brother in harm's way.

He didn't want to know how temporary death was while they weren't playing one of Khaos' games. He didn't want Mordred to be the one to prove them all wrong.

Agravaine tossed back his glass of vodka and didn't look back.]

[She'd been nearly mugged two nights ago while passing an alley. Nearly being the key term but Lilith knew how to bring a man down and this one would suffer more than just an assault. The moment his knees hit the concrete, her foot lashed out to connect where it would hurt the most (first his ribs, then his belly and, with the very tip of her pumps, between his legs).

Murder wouldn't do. She was a mortal being. Checking to be sure she had left nothing that could possibly come back to her, she had left the alley. Once home, she spent an hour in the shower (not the bath, not where she may stew in the filth washed off herself), biting at the soft pads of her fingertips. Loathing flooded her hard for the males in the city, in the community. Lucille's knock at the door jarred her from her bloody thoughts, finally forcing to her to leave the bathroom. The girl is used to her mother's mood enough to not question her.

A couple of days later she was still in a mood but had cooled down a few degrees.]

What do you think motivates a woman? I ask in general and for the majority but if you need a specific, then let's consider crime or betrayal. Because I've never met one fucking soul who was mugged by a woman. Is it different from a man's motivations? Which one usually is more honourable?