mythopoeics

[Pyri was annoyed at having been ponded by his future wife. Honestly, what had come over her? It wasn't like he was doing anything that soon-to-be married couples wouldn't. Besides, he'd never force anyone, had it been so necessary to really throw him in? What was so difficult about saying no?

Man, he was annoyed, he was so annoyed that instead of spending time with his future wife, he spent time at the bar, helping out with the drinks. Yeah, Pyri wasn't one for work unless it distracted him from bigger issues.

Geez, why were women so complicated? Guys were so much easier.]

[Filter: Private]

No one should be sick this long. Something is very much not right.

[Filter: Uriel]

I wanted to write 'cough cough' but I'm not coughing, I'm sore, headache-y and nauseous still, doctor. Diagnose me and then cure me. No one should have to look at their bedroom ceiling for this long. Unless they are a sex slave but one would presume they would be flipped once in a while on to their knees. Or be put up by their wrists. Or against the wall.

Yes, you may ignore everything after the third sentence.

[Filter: Hades]

If I die, I am going to haunt you. Without provocation, of course. You are free, however, to give me a reason.

Because allowing foreign countries into your own to fight on your soil has always been such a good idea. I wonder who the genius behind this master plan was.

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[Filter: Merlin & Morpheus]
You're being talked about. A girl said she saw you together and has been speculating about your...relationship.

I thought you should know.

[His name had been Typhon. He'd been a pretty boy, with dark curls and big brown eyes. His intelligence went far beyond that of his classmates, and he always spoke and acted in a manner far more mature than someone his age should have. That was Typhon. And when Typhon became so ill he couldn't attend school, she had visited with flowers and smiles. For two months, it had been enough.

Until he passed away in the morning. His death took a great toll on every student and staff member, but her most of all. Hathor disliked picking favorites, but if she'd had to choose, he would've been hers.

And so her afternoon following class was met with a bottle of something very strong.]

I CAN SEE THE STARSSS

they are oh so pretty


its hrad to write in the drak