mythopoeics

And I used to think math was difficult. If only they taught this in school, eh?

The days he could spend sleeping in were infrequent. His business took place at varying times but the last couple of meetings he'd had just made his nights seem very long and tiresome. So when he felt a good weight suddenly pounce on to his bed, he swore into his pillow, knowing that his wife had just dropped off the children. That woman liked to surprise him but never in the way he hoped she would. Judging from the giggles, that weight had to belong to Keiko. Tatsuya had somewhat outgrown bed pouncing--

No, there he was, trying to coax away Keiko. Wherever Hiromi was, she was not taking part in ruining his Sunday morning at least. After a couple of minutes of listening to not very silent whispering, he rolled over and announced that he was up, which triggered a joyous laugh from both children. As they both took their places at his side, noisily inquiring what they were going to do that day, he was already reaching for his phone to see what percentage of his day could be cleared. Once that was done, he rolled out of bed (thank the Gods he was wearing something) and moved to see if the cook could occupy all three with breakfast.

Less than an hour later at the table, his eldest was far from surprised when her father would fall right back asleep, cheek against his propped up hand. It was unanimously decided that he could be left alone until they were done with food and television.

[His birthday was pleasant enough. His parents had called and sung to him, which was both nice and horribly awkward. It was probably even more hilarious once his one brother caught on in the middle of the song and sang horribly off key. Still, he'd been happy for the call.

The ward from Merlin had surprised him but it was a happy surprise. Maybe today wouldn't be all that bad of a birthday in the end. Sure, things had been a bit awkward since Zurvan, but he was determined not to feel it today.]

Today has been a good day. I will have to remind my brother that he cannot sing. He must have his mother's talent for singing.

[She drifts through the house aimlessly without Troilus around. Sometimes he'd bring home little things for her. Sometimes she'd bring home flowers. Now there's nothing. Why bother bringing home flowers or the leftover cupcakes that Roy gives her after work?

Well, maybe the cupcakes are still important. She brings them back and eats one for dinner, the frosting sweet and red. She wipes her hand across her lips and it comes away looking too bright. She turns off the lights, which helps a little bit.

Times like this, she doesn't know how a princess of Troy got to this point. She's a failure and she knows it. She couldn't even keep Troilus here, where he belongs, with the rest of them.

She doesn't turn the lights back on that night.]

everything's clearer on the backs of your eyelids
but to see that you have to close your eyes.

[Egyptian Filter]

Ok, so I have been kind of holding out on announcing this because I felt weird and needed time to be like OK SO THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING and all.

But, uh. I have a kid. From Zurvan (Wadjet, I'll explain!). Amina is really here and really my kid. So. YES.

[Filter: Anubis]

Hey, bb, we are going out Friday, ok?

[Filter: Ra]

Happy Birthday, bro, come over get some drinks. I promise to not ask you to make me a sandwich.