mythopoeics

[All but one painting had been returned. It was well enough -- it wasn't one she particularly liked. With her studio apartment back to normal, she dove back into painting Rome and what she remembered of it, the brothel in particular.]

Gentlemen, don't look this way.

I've been learning that I lack better than just decent models. This city is full of beautiful women, and not enough come through my door, I'm afraid. Who would like to fix this dilemma of mine?

[filter; surpanakha]
I am looking at you. Can you feel it?

[fulter; nephtuys]
tjanks for the... well, sorry about that.  did the doctor say two days or two weeks for bandages because it's hard to tyope like this

oh by the way if you habvent already can you just... not tell anyone?? 

[filfter: gwyinynevere]
i'm not moving affter all but the dishes are in pieces so i miean you can still have the two cups and the bowls but it's an incomplerte set (hahaha) if you dont mind

[filter: anubis]
how is life outside if the hospital?  i taught a=sam a few tricks but i dont know how well... or maybe he aleready knew those tricks i have videos if you want

[filter: hours]
if you heard anyhthing it's not as bad as you think\\

can you tell hathor it's fine about the wedding delay since

[filter: syrinx]
i found the missing monopoly pieces while movcing the couch

[flitter: set]
i'm still craving strawvberry ice cream do you think th chinese takeout delivers that too??

[messed up filters are readable to the public, oops]

[Filter: Apollo]

How's your head, wanker?

[Filter: Artemis]

I don't intend to apologize for killing you or your brother. Just thought you should know.

[Filter: Set]

Yo.

[ filter; Set ]

You disgusting, self-serving lunatic. What is the matter with you?

How did you get my address?

[ / ]

I am home. Forgive me for not speaking earlier.

[She'd moved on from Rome. Her children alive and well was all that mattered in the end and she could forget what happened, that Merlin had been her child. What an offense thing to do, to relate her to that monster. No matter how he manipulated and wove his little spells, he was nothing more than a nasty man.

Sophie had been given her evening bath and had been sent off to bed before Morgause tended to herself with a long cool shower. Flipping wet hair over one shoulder, she sat down at her computer, nails lightly clicking against the surface. There was someone she wanted to speak with but how to open to him the right way was eluding her.

Finally, she decided to just do it.]

[Filter: Galahad]

I wonder if it's at all surprising to hear from me for you.

[filter; gwynevere]

Apparently there is a shoe sale down at 5th Ave. Want to come with? I need a break from sitting in a hospital room like a muppet to watch over an idiot husband.

[Amidst Euterpe getting him out of the hospital prematurely, Gabriel had caught glimpse of War in one of the rooms on the same floor as his. It was about the only thing he managed to remember from his sedated haze -- and thankfully too since he had wanted to visit. Gabe still has family and Apollo to check up on but War was the closest in terms of travel. Before even reaching his destination he had been stopped by a few nurses who had recognized him. In fact from some of the cautious looks he got, Gabriel was willing to assume that quite a few recognized him from his brief stay. After talking with the nurses, reassuring them that he was making leaps and bounds in his recovery, and gladly lifting his shirt so they could check his bandages -- Gabriel was lead to the room where War was, just as her mortal parents were leaving.

After their interactions over the computer and initial meeting it was almost strange to see her so peaceful. Good, as he presumed the more out of it she was the less pain she was in, but Gabriel knew it was most likely not by her own volition. He could have waited, or given his gifts and further condolences to D to pass on -- but there was something about visiting the Horseman personally, given their first encounter, that seemed more appropriate and symmetrical.

At the beginning of the end he was to present her with a sword. But since it was neither he instead had a medium sized flower arrangement and a hastily wrapped pair of Hulk hands he set on the table next to her bed. Perhaps shopping while still on painkiller medication wasn't the best idea but at least he had enough sense to have decided against getting a bunch of 'get well' balloons for her. It was the thought that counted, and given he was partial to calling the tiny brunette Hulk -- it was fitting.

The archangel took the empty seat at her bedside and sat with her as long as he could; praying silently as he took her hand in his. He even spoke to her quietly --words of encouragement, gratitude that she had returned to their current time, and actual praise for her fight and the strength she had exhibited-- though she was hardly conscious and unreliably so. While holding her hand he could see the name on her ID bracelet and smiled to himself. Asya Crawford. The mystery was finally solved but he still preferred the nickname, or some variation of it. Gabriel stayed for well over an hour and until he heard her parents returning from lunch or wherever they had gone. Before departing, the archangel leaned down and pressed a lingering, innocently affectionate kiss to the Horseman's forehead.]

( you know i could drink the world and never get my fill )