mythopoeics

[When Hebe dreamed, it wasn't of her mother, but her father. She was stuck in a pool of red, clear liquid that wasn't clear to her until she tasted it: wine. In real life she was a fairly good swimmer, but in this dream she flailed like a man overboard, taking in gulps of wine that grew more sour by the swallow.

And sitting up on the rim of the pool was -- who was it? Somehow without seeing their face, she knew it was her father. And next to him... she had a strange feeling she knew him. Upon trying to call out to her father, he and the boy only laughed. He called out out something to her, but she couldn't hear, could only see his lips move.

When she figured out it was Ganymede next to him, she was shooting up in bed in the dark, her lips opened in a wordless, soundless scream.

Hebe didn't cry, not like she might have months ago, but she did curl up on her side like a child, silently watching the wall until an hour later, she finally drifted back to sleep to dream of nothing at all.]

So this is a new place I've never seen before. Not the city, no, I've lived here for the past ten years. Yes, it took me this long to find this little community. I suppose I should introduce myself hm?

I had the most spectacular day today. On my way from work I was crossing the street when I was hit by a reckless driver. I toppled over, rolled over his car before landing. The woman was kind enough to check on me, but I think she got a little scared when she saw that I was fine. Then she started carrying on about how God must be looking out for me. Ha, how amusing, God looks out for me, a small time business man, but turns his backs on those who really need him.

Anyway, so that wasn't the second time I've been hit by a car. The first time happened five years ago, and boy was that fun! Don't get any ideas though, I may be practically indestructible, but that doesn't mean I need all of you running me over with your cars.

Or actually, please do. I think it would be hilarious!

[Filtered to the angels, the fallen, grigori, and the demons]

glub glub glub
I want lobster, I want crabs, I want fishes
please deliver

glub glub glub.
I want octopus, I want squid, and some whale would be nice
glub glub glub.

Kidding!

Ummm

Hello? This place is different

I have no idea what I did to receive an invitation here, but I hope this isn't some set up At least you can't get smooshed and killed on the internet? Oh...but you can totally meet people that would do that. I hope no one here is out to smoosh and kill me I guess that doesn't really matter. I hope.

[Horus is never remiss in his duties as a son. His mothers - both Isis and the woman who'd borne him in this life - receive fruit baskets and cards. Flowers, however, he reserves for his wife.

Thinking on his parents' situation, he can't put to words how lucky he is that his lover is his wife. His magnificent, perfect wife; the mother of his children. Had Estelle been another mortal and Hathor another woman... He would not have known what to do.

(A lie among the many lies we delight in telling ourselves. He would've gone to Hathor, without question or pause. Some pulls are greater than fate itself, though Horus would never say so in such sentimental terms.)

But speculation is useless. He has his wife and his son. The world is his, and there is no greater cause for celebration.]

[He was tired. It was a rare feeling to feel such exhaustion as he always found a way to collect during the day but the day had not been good and he hadn't been entirely attentive to how much he had been taking last week. Due to that neglect, it wasn't just tiredness but he felt his limbs ache, saw his skin had gone paler. The rich browns and reds of his hair had suffered and he saw a few strands of silver among them.

He resisted the urge to tear them out (not pluck, it wasn't a delicate feeling). He always selected patients who just came in to complain about something and, knowing fully well there was nothing wrong with them, he would give them a real reason to complain. But the day had seen truly sick individuals, some even canceling. With the rain, people didn't linger long and he couldn't find a way to snatch anything on his way home either.

Perhaps dinner out would afford him a chance to restore himself.]

I am hungry~ Look, I don't even lie Recommend to me a place to eat, kind strangers.