mythopoeics

It was karma that he would end up like this. If Isolde of Breton had killed herself over what he had done to her, he liked to believe that it could have pierced through the haze the potion created over him. Such a terrible thing, though, for something like that to work on him but that is what had apparently happened now. He'd seen the photos of his late wife and everything about her screamed 'Isolde'. Not the blonde beauty from Ireland but his wife from so long ago.

Tristan knew that if he had been himself, he could have tried to love her. He knew that she should have been the only woman for him, not the woman meant for his uncle. Not a girl that he had been forced to love but a woman he chose for himself. Some part of him had been affected by the tale created here, had cracked open in him what he tried to keep sealed up. A real depression was pulling him under and though he disapproved of everything happening, would not allow himself killed by these so-called people, he couldn't help but think something like this was meant to happen.

He wanted to see her, still. Wanted to take a hold of her and plead on his knees for a chance to redeem himself. Only her forgiveness meant anything. For that, he would do what he had to live.

Hey, did anyone see that sporting event that took place last night? It was a really good game, very tense and athletic. Those players were going all out, boy was it a sight to see. I'm just glad the team I like won, otherwise I might have had to start throwing punches in the bar where I was enjoying some brewskis with the boys.

So, who's up for some drinks later, ladies?

[filter; family (both real and mythical) and friends]
Am I acting hetero enough? I know what they do to guys like me in this day and age, I've been watching the latest season of American Horror Story.

[filter; thalia] (added later)
Darling dearest, I need a favor from you. Please.

[ filter; family (zurvan included), hyacinth & raven ]
help help help

i don't want to be here