mythopoeics

[ For dearest elder sister's birthday, he ships her a couple of things: this, this, and this pendant. They're delivered in a plain brown box with a HUGE PINK BOW (like it takes up nearly all of the top), the box full of shredded newspaper and a creepy card on top reads on the inside in his slanted writing:

I'm about to get sentimental, and no, you're not allowed to laugh. Last year was a shitty year, but I had you to get through it. I don't ever want to go through that again, though if I have to, I know no matter the crap I pull, we're still us. And we'll never break. This year, I'm glad things have been different. Better.

Thanks. Have fun being older.

- Fam ]

[ filter; raven ]
So if you were thinking of having an animal, this is not the time to think about one. Three animals is two animals too many. You can have the skinny cat. Gaunt and Beast are mine, unless you feel you could win a battle for joint custody.

[ filter; mordred ]
Make time on Friday.

Overheard in my Psychology of Social Behavior class: If I had a penis I’d name it The Plot and every time I got a boner I’d turn to the person closest to me and just whisper the plot thickens. I laughed at that far too hard for anyone to consider me mature.

What is it about being in college that brings out the morons of the population? You'd think, being a graduate student at an institution of higher learning would cut down on the rampant idiocy one normally faces, but no, you'd be wrong. At least there's some attractive people in my classes, since there's nothing I like more than hot people with easily solved personal problems.

Hrm, I should probably introduce myself. Akiva Love, graduate student at NYU, studying Psychology. You might know me from the wildly successful radio show 'The Love Line', and those of you who know my sister Seraphina can rest assured that I'm just as adorable and amazing as she claims.

Immediately waking and knowing she was home again, Death went to have a full examination of herself. The absolute works to make sure nothing undesirable lurked within. When the assurance of that was given, she took to her bed during the day and threw herself into work at night. There was zero contact with the other Horsemen and she knew it was wrong, neglectful and unlike herself for sure. But there was a certain fury and even madness that has dragged her from her comfort zone, something she did not want to throw toward those she held nearest to herself. In all her previous lives that she had been damned with children, she had never recovered well.

The package was a surprise. She needed to read the card to remember she had turned twenty-eight years old today. A warmth crept into her as she read the words her bony one has written. In some form, it was encouraging though she immediately snorted once the word popped into her brain. It was the first time since her unpleasant realization she was in an unwanted situation that she actually felt a bit lighter.

She'd give him and War a call later. A 'hello', an implication of an apology for her silence, something that would last below a couple of minutes but be meaningful enough.

[Hyacinth didn't want to keep thinking about Zurvan. He still loved Percival and Raven as siblings even if they weren't really siblings. That hardly mattered. It wasn't that that was bothering him, though. Still, entirely disclosing the details could have ended...in a way he didn't want it to. And the realization that he was working for him again? Well...that wasn't exactly comforting.]

Apparently I got a job in my absence.

[Filter: Hebe]
So I was thinking...that...we need to go get ice cream and maybe I could use a hug.

How are you? How's school stuff?

[Barefoot and shivering, she hadn't dared wander farther than the mailbox early that morning. With the surroundings that she could only halfway remember once knowing, too noisy and not at all comforting like what she had come to think of as home, the inn, Lethe quickly locked herself back inside for the rest of the day and perhaps the rest of the week. Something about the outside world felt unspeakably dangerous.

The only way she could recall her name, or at least the one she'd been using for the last half year, was to stare at the rain-damp envelopes grasped in her hands. Maybe it was only ten minutes or the hour it felt like that Lethe sat with her back pressed against the door. Whispering it with hollow recognition, the printed pseudonym on the backdated bills that she somehow allowed herself to neglect while in Zurvan, Lethe crumpled the mail into the trash with a surge of self-disgust. Why hadn't she been paying them? Why was her bank account completely empty? Did she still even live here?

Why did she have to come back?

How nice it had been to forget herself, to let go of her fears and allow herself to live without the constant awareness that she shouldn't be... to have a family that she cared for, and to feel safe even with Hel's constant taunting of ghosts and the dead-end fling with an Admiral.

Now she was alone again, increasingly confused and unable to keep straight the multiple contradicting realities that twisted in her mind. Rome, New York, Zurvan, and what was supposed to be eternity all blended together in her mind, taunting her with echoes of memories, some that never even existed.

She wouldn't be paying next month's bills either, Lethe decided as she turned all the faucets in her apartment to full blast and crouched by the floor of the bathtub with her laptop. The sound of running water drowned out her thoughts, her overthinking.]

I need a new

name
job
place

life.

Or an old one.

Is there a way to get back home? Has anyone tried?

[Filter: Thanatos]
I don't want to bother you. Sir.

You're here, right? Please. Please say that you're here.

[Filter: Mnemosyne]
Take them, I don't want them.

I feel I might- If I did, would you-

Tell me something real.

[Filter: Hecate]

:) Scared?