mythopoeics

[How do you deal with everything when everything is hurting? Helen feels there is something inside her chest folding and gnawing at her ribcage, beating its way around - restless and unhappy. Helen isn't good at any of this, she was perhaps at her best behaving like a little girl- running around and getting her knees scrapped from falls, her hair tangled from rolling in the fields. Helen was always so free spirted, marriage had been a chain. To all three of them, she didn't want that kind of hold on her right now.

Maybe not ever.

Even having a daughter... it didn't mean Helen didn't love Hermione, because she did- but she was a reminder of being tied down. Helen didn't want that either, she didn't want the responsibilities that came with what she recalled being a wife. It was an old memory, but still there.

She makes a copy of her apartment key and stores it away, it is a grand gesture to be made, but the timing isn't right just yet. It haunts Helen to think that might never come, and then what would she do? It wasn't a question of not loving her husband, had it been that, she would've found someone else.

Helen doesn't want to lose him, and that is why she's trying to do this, even though her palms press over her eyes and she stifles the urge to cry. The playfulness evaporates, and there is no choice left to her. What to do when communications broke down?]

[This little birdie always beats her wings so hard against her cage, either the cage will break or those wings will crack.]

[Filter: Aeneas, Castor, Sita, Anubis, Neph & Troilus ie.FAMILY STYLE PEOPLE]

there is a monster here..... you should be careful because he is hiding in the corners
under every bed and he is waiting.

there is a monster and he will be coming soon for all. i have seen him creeping.


and my mortal brother is here
he left and do not want.

[There was a brain in the fridge, to decorate it more than to eat it, Tezcatlipoca never liked to spoil his appetite with non-important things, it was why he reserved the first spot for hearts and then skin now and again. But the brain looked lovely floating in the tupperware, so he left it there. The bathtub was occupied by a resident, and acid now ate away at him.

Tezcatlipoca checked his watch. A few more hours and all traces would be gone, the stench of hydrochloric acid was so unpleasant. He'd have to air out the apartment tomorrow.]

[He kind of missed Ireland but that realization only hit him once he was there, hearing his mother bitch in the kitchen about something and watching the outline of the sunset through the window. Although Merlin wanted to sometimes kick Theseus, he had to admit that the man made good points, and he choose good holidays.

For now Merlin was content to sit back, write postcards and let the world pass him by.]

[Filter: Private]

I can't believe... that Eros.. he... I can't... I mean, of course it could be him but what if it isn't him? I'm not sure and um. How do I tell my mom about this whole thing? It isn't really a conversation that I would like to have. What to do... what to do.

As long as I don't have to talk to Eros, I think it's okay...um, for now. Maybe. Ah. I mean. I still ... but then I don't know... um. What to do, what to do...

Am I really Psyche anyway? Maybe I've gone crazy, maybe I'm now deluded and...

.... I should talk to my mom first.

[Filter: Private]

Probability of Styx mounting my head on a wall: ........high. Probability of Hel mounting my head on a wall if I grope her: .... high. Still worth it. Or maybe I should find other nice asses to enjoy. Hahaha, if I had said that publicly someone would've come punch me already. Oh well, they can't read this so I can say whatever I want.

Hel, you have a fabulous ass. It's soft and squishy and very round.

Thanatos, you are a phlegmy bastard, and you will choke on it, because you didn't let me grope your daughter before the wedding. God, I hate ancient times.

Styx ... ... I can't think of anything right to say here.

[ Being a father was an interesting experience. Having never had children, he never really understood just how much responsibility being a father was until Pheme happened. Though she hadn't been his child, he'd been assigned her caretaker, the one in the place of her pitiful excuse for a father. And then Zurvan had happened. The responsibility of being a father had been thrust upon him without his consent, but he'd come to an understanding that really, it wasn't so bad. The weeks after had confirmed his suspicions about enjoying being a father.

All these months later, those paternal feelings lingered. Haunted him, even, and reminded him every day that Pheme was his responsibility and no one else's. Maybe she wasn't his daughter anymore, but no one else would look after her. And there was no way in hell he was letting Madeleine or Angrboda get their hands on her. Pheme was his charge, so in his own way, he'd do his best.

Charlie was a stressful addition to the household, not for a lack of love, but rather not enough time in the day. Though both were in school for hours at a time, he could still feel the tension creep up on him. He'd never doubted his ability as a father. But somewhere, deep inside, he wondered why him. Why not Gawain, the better son, the prodigal one?

Whatever the reason, he preferred being a father, more than he'd admit, all that stress aside. Maybe it wasn't his calling, but maybe, just maybe, this was what was right for him. ]

[ filter; pheme ]
I'm only offering this once, so don't take this offer for granted. You want that dog, I'll get it for you, but only if you walk it, you feed it, you train it, and you take care of it. But if it's a yappy little shit, I'm booting it out the window. So make up your mind before I change mine.

[ Eve was here. Eve was here. And Adam, a man who often knew what to do, just didn't know what to do. Speaking to her without admitting his identity had gone over well enough, but he knew that eventually, he'd want to meet her. And when he did, what would he say that he hadn't already?

His fallout with Eve could have easily been avoided, but what was done was done. Eve confessed to blaming herself for what she did, and that was all he'd needed to hear. So why did he feel so apprehensive about approaching her? It was just Eve. She was, in the end, only a woman. But she was also one of the only two women he'd ever loved (Lilith was debatable; of course there were feelings, but maybe they were more sexual than romantic).

Ugh, women. ]

Today a woman brought in a stray Rottweiler who'd been so viciously abused, he whimpered throughout most of the appointment, until I gave him a sedative to treat his wounds. I will never understand the mindset of a person who abuses an animal.

Darling sister, I'll be home late tonight.

[ It was no secret that Amaterasu was confused. Horribly so. Even after all that her brothers had said, she couldn't wrap her head around the concept. Shinto deities, really? How was such a thing possible? They were deities. But even Hyo was a creature, which made even less sense to her. Deities and creatures. How?

Hopefully, things would become more clear. She hoped, anyway. ]

[ filter; shinto pantheon ]
I don't know what to say, but... hello?

edit, after speaking with uzume: So, I'm Amaterasu?

Everyone, I need your help -- especially yours, uncle CuCu! My uncle said I could get a puppy, but it can't be anything yappy! So I need help picking out the most awesomest puppy ever, okay?

I can't get anything that grows too big because we live in an apartment, and my future doggie needs to get along with little dorks like my cousin Charlie, okay?