mythopoeics

[Aphrodite gave a long languid stretch as she woke up and yawned softly, able to feel a warm body against her back. She carefully rubbed the sleep from the corners of her eyes before turning over somewhat to look at Ares still sound asleep beside her. They had spent the weekend together catching up and simply ignoring the world around them in exchange for each others company. Only now, it was finally time to resume their mortal responsibilities. Yet another reason to hate Mondays. With a smug, satisfied smile on her face she sighed contently and reached over to grab her cellphone from the nightstand.]

Morning, darlings ♥ ♥ ♥ While I don't remember everything just yet, I've got a good majority of it under my cestus and can I just say... it's wonderful some so many are all here.

Today's random question; what would be your ideal romantic getaway and why?

[ filter; aeneas ]
My beautiful, darling boy! I'm sorry you were put through that in Rome, but I am so proud of you!

[A few days following his father's death, Hypnos had gone a bit silent. Still smiled here and there, but remained somewhat distant. It was hard not to. The man he'd known for twenty-six years of his life was gone. A man who'd stayed at his side and raised him properly after his mother had gone. Now he too was gone, leaving him with only Nyx, his true mother.

Once the fog had begun to clear up, he'd visited his father's apartment. There he found an envelope with his mortal name on it. Apparently, his father had meant to give it to him prior to his death, which had been an accident. Inside was a wedding ring -- his mother's, it seemed.

Hypnos would take it as a sign.]

[filter; greeks]
The fuck is Dionysus when you need him?

[filter; daphne]
You actually want that congratulations cake? Was it a cake?

[filter; sean, liam, geula, aubrey]
I'M DYING OF BOREDOM HERE Considering throwing a party on Thursday because a) it's not as short notice as tomorrow, and b) I don't give two fucks that it's not a Friday. c) I'm bored, come over.

[filter; syrinx]
Hey there.

[Filter: Helen]

You know I love you more than words could ever say, don't you? Thanks. For being here. I will make it up to you. Starting with getting some proper food for you delivered in here. And we'll take a trip, ok? I swear to whatever God there is I'll make you feel loved cared for beyond reason and that's only the goddamn tip of things.

You are a good wife, Helen. In your own way, you are a good wife.


Can you get me more pudding?

[Filter: Hermione]

I think you need to speak with your mother at last, darling. After everything that's happened, life's way too messed up for you to be scared of meeting with her.

[Filter: Public]

Sorry if I scared any folks. Should be all good soon.

[filter; private]
Waking up in the hospital = not cool. Who are you, fucker?

[filter; public]
Gabi, Gabi. I need cupcakes to heal my soul. （；へ：）

( i'll get you yet, my pretty )

[filter; helen]
If she hates me, I'm telling you I told you so. Hi.

[ private ]

Medb. Medb. I'm not sure whether to yell and shout or laugh out right. Conchobar lays dead, the pestilent, disgraceful maggot. Cúchulainn followed. And that thing my sister spawned is food for worms.

Good.

[ / ]

While your actions were misguided and odd, you have my gratitude, sister. Or whoever you are in the larger scheme of things. I would appreciate this was a one time event.

And the woman who helped me. I suppose you didn't do this for words of thanks alone.


This will take some getting used to.

I have a major project upcoming and it's about time. And they promised that after its completed, I could be relocated to Tokyo.

Could be. Do you know how sweet those words are? I have never been happier and I have no idea what the rules are on transferring pets from America to Japan. Yes, I'm already planning, I need to plan. I need this hope. Nothing can take this from me. Nothing.



DO NOT TELL ME I AM GOING TO JINX MYSELF, FUUJIN, STAY AWAY FROM THIS POST.

The hour is late but not so much that phone catches him while he's asleep. His wife's voice is on the other end and the complaints about a broken leg pour through even as he beings to drift off. He's informed that she can't take the children until its better, never mind they aren't that small.

Always one to consider his children of value, Ryujin accepts this and hangs-up on her without a second thought. He doesn't love her anymore, finding that his temper tended to spark more easily around her. In truth, it was his fault in the end, his own inability to watch himself.

He thinks of his eldest daughter then and assures himself she is more like him than her mother. That she won't leave his love, won't provoke him. She will mirror his daughter from long ago and she will carry the blood of is family among the mortal, make for the best of matches with someone their equal. History would repeat itself as it had to with him.