mythopoeics

[They didn't understand. That was War's revelation as she dropped off another job application that was half-assed and probably not going to lead her anyway. That realization made her unsteady on her feet for a moment because Horsemen were Horsemen, first and foremost, she always counted on them to understand her. War didn't know how to put that thought into words, just clench her jaw and stomp down the street.

War and Gabriel had a bond, one which had not been determined by their choices but by Him. The Archangel owed her the sword that would be used to destroy 1/4 of humanity, he was the only other being created by Him that interacted with her. It was not about love (though there was a lingering sentimentality War felt anchored by).

The marriage (a cheap, Vegas wedding, not a proper wedding driven by love and a need for companionship) but the bond was a physical thing that War needed. Something outside of the ties with Horsemen, something outside of what War had always known, something that made her a little more human. Not unlike Famine's whatever-it-was with Mordred, or Death's whatever-friendship-thing with Uriel. It was just that her bond had a physical tangibility.

Gabriel was just different for War, it didn't mean her routines, thoughts, habits changed. She didn't change, just there was something more to think about. And War wouldn't make Gabriel fall, it certainly wasn't that.]

The hour was late yet she felt alert enough to handle some work that her brother-in-law had passed over to her. Though well-provided for, Morgause still liked the feeling of being useful and being able to contribute. When it mattered it kept her mind busy, away from thoughts of Arthur who had not shown and of his wife that she felt should show so she could strangle that regal, adulterous neck. And she wasn't above slapping Arthur on the back of the head for his absolute blindness when it came to his marriage. Camelot was important but really now.

Morgause knew that she was being a hypocrite with her sister-in-law considering just how Mordred came to be. Her feelings for Lot were very personal, bouncing sharply from high and low. She wouldn't unravel him before her children (yes, Mordred included), she wasn't that sort of woman but she knew he had not been a flawless man. Yet a small part of her even knew that he didn't deserve the blame for her actions. Only she could carry the fault for having had a brief affair that had horrified her much later when certain details came to light. Such fools they all were, the former queen thought, her pen having not have moved for a good few minutes.

Sending her mistress felt some form of sadness, Valentina, with all the grace she could muster, would offer a very wet but affection-filled lick along the length of Morgause's forearm. An action good enough to jar her from her thoughts and resume her work, deciding the past should only be a problem should someone show.

I'm having a hair dilemma. After Halloween last year when I wore that blonde wig, I've kinda been pining for blonde hair. Would it be worth it? Will my hair hate me? Will I regret it and then turn to red dye in the end?

DECISIONS, THEY ARE HARD.

[Filter: Family (myth & zurvan)]

I feel maybe it's time I mention something important in case I haven't. And I don't think I have. A child of mine from Zurvan came with me here. He remains mine and Ma'at's. So. I'm a father.

I don't think I need to say how incredibly new this is for me. Nephews and nieces are one thing. Knowing who and what I am makes this distracting. Not in a bad way, I think. Just distracting from the norm.

That's all.

[Filter: Charon]

I saw your post now. I had my hands full with Nikolaas and...well, yes.

You don't fuck it up by being someone other than yourself. Or so I've heard that's the best way to go. I don't know a thing about relationships other than what I've observed. And my marriage in Zurvan lasted because Ma'at's a patient woman.

On Friday, Lucille had come home from school early while she had been preparing to go and attend to a shoot. Her daughter's complaints had been along the lines of feel sick. Lilith was far from exceptionally maternal. Although she liked her children well enough and felt furious if they were harmed or killed, she still had chosen her pride over going back to Adam to save the lives of her many offspring. That selfishness still stirred in her as she reminded Lucille where the soup cans were and to attend to herself until she returned home. She had not missed the look of despair on her daughter's face as she left. Upon her return, she checked in on the girl with a cup of hot tea and acquired medicines.

The next day she grudgingly devoted to making sure Lucille had all she needed. It wouldn't do if this got worse and she didn't have anything to do until Monday anyway. The medicines were useful, keeping her daughter asleep most of the time and the girl did have her phone to use so she could text her friends.

Night had come and Lilith bothered to bring her daughter soup in bed. Once her daughter had eaten and was asleep again, she left her room, leaving the girl's door cracked open enough so she could hear if she was called for. A cup of hot coffee was made but a few sips in she found herself unable to enjoy the rest. Mortality prickled at her times like this. Madeleine was a single mother. Lilith was a dangerous creature, bent on damning men. Both were resentful toward men but both would suffer the consequences if they tried to do what they wanted because of mortal law. A succubus could not last like this--

And then she sneezed.

My car may have been reduced to a pulp for no apparent reason. I can't wait to try and explain this to the insurance company.

My mom is awesome. Seriously, she is. She's the kind of woman who can still baby her boys even though we're both well over twenty, one's a former god, the other's a... sorry, bro, I seriously don't get very well if you're a wizard slash harry potter slash human who could do parlor tricks and was kind of smart.

What I don't get is why we had to cross the ocean and couldn't bring her over. Cheers.

I think we can all agree that Zurvan was...strange for most of us. I finally feel like I've gotten used to being back here, though. School's going well (it helps that at least for now I'm actually in class to take notes). I am a little bitter that I basically missed all of summer vacation so didn't get the chance to go home. Thanksgiving, I guess.

How's everyone else doing?

[Filter: Anubis, Syrinx]
I miss you guys. Want to get dinner some time?

Nephthys did not date, at least not very often. She only foresaw disaster with the men she met, the kind of disaster that could only happen to her. Majority of them did seem truly nice. Some were just bold youngsters that she had tended to in the hospital. A prompt and disapproving glare tended to send them off. Some were men who were looking for someone to take care of them. Some had children and then she really wanted to panic considering how fast she recalled what stupid mistake made her a mother.

Dating was just hard in general. Though a bit old-fashioned, she found herself frowning over the issue of what was expected on both their parts and if they would match at all. There had been disappointments and hasty departures. She would plunge into long weeks of work to avoid thinking about what an irritation the modern dating scene was.

But maybe she'd make an exception for the nicely muscled man with the wide smile and smelled like cigarettes and spicy cologne. Some measure of loneliness nibbled a little too hard on her heart and she'd given in. And as long as she stuck to her promise of getting home at a reasonable hour, she'd probably be just fine.

Also, getting home early enough meant texting her sister to discuss and be positively girly about it.

Yeah, Zurvan did steal the summer from us and I am very miffed about that. But I feel like while autumn takes away some things but gives back in others way. Yes, autumn itself means no more babes bikinis and all. Unless you go somewhere super warm right now. And, quite frankly, as a single dad and hard working man, I can't. I really can't.

But then you have ladies in cute skirts and leggings and those knit caps. And scarves that give you ideas you want to try to convince her to go along with. And, hey, more layers doesn't have to be a bad thing. It's like unwrapping a present your mother accidentally wrapped three times. Actually, in my case, that was my grandmother but not for any sad reasons. She was just feeling super rushed that Christmas and ended up wrapping the TV remote. A cousin in California got it.

Of course I'm making sense, don't you ruin my stupid logic for me or I'll weep for the loss of summer. On you. I'll find you and weep on you.

[Filter: Gabija]

Oh, former wife! You are definitely going to say yes to this but I'll formally ask since I'm awesome like that and I like you that much: would you like to go on a date?