mythopoeics

My sister is to be wed very soon. May I ask who I will be seeing at the wedding...?

[filter; pasithea]
Will you come with me to Glastheim, 'thea?

Apparently, my daughter was been found sneaking out of lessons and slipping into the yard so she could learn to ride. A maid brought this to my attention. I think she was expecting me to be upset. Not grateful that she didn't do like some and sneaked into a nearby forest or lake. Hm.


Dad, we will be coming to the marriage. Closer to the date but we will.

It's a beautiful night. I am sorry it's so beautiful after what's happened.

filter; raven
Can we meet at the stables tonight? Please?

[filter; angrboda]

I expect your immediate departure for Svarga, my Queen.

[filter; heimdall]

Commiserations, of course. Do you wish the wedding to be postponed? Answer carefully-

[filter; public]

There are times when ruling is like moving the bag of grain, the fox and the chicken. Something will get eaten.

[filter; agrat bat mahlat]

I am summoning my wife to court. It makes me yearn for you to warm my bed tonight. She has cold toes.

[(is this thing on?) (flick to video feed) Zeus' expression is sombre and his tone is quiet and only those who know him can likely tell how angry he is, though the flickering of the video feed gives away a little of his state of mind]

This is not ideal, to say the least. I propose we gather together. Strength in numbers might not matter a damn but we all have our abilities, diluted and lessened though they are. I refuse to cower under a bed or hide at the end of a bottle. We're going to Dylan Thomas this bitch, you hear? Though the night may not be good, we'll not go gentle, either.

Blackwells. Maud and Milly. Dante. Reza. Gregory. My Katie. Olympians. Demi-gods. Heroes and beauties, children of mine. We'll not go gentle.

There are others here, I know. Different Pantheons. I do not see your kings here and perhaps therein lies your hope. Come now. Be strong. (Rage.)

To the lobby is the worst battle cry ever uttered but it's where I'll be.

[Khaos' words would've normally ruined Hebe. Had her heart running a thousand miles, or pacing nervously. But instead she was quietly resigned, having been happier in the last week or so than she could remember. If death was coming, she'd let it take her. How could she fight against something like death? How could anyone?

It was coming, and she'd accept that.]

[Filter: Family, immediate or otherwise]
They're just words. I know. But if something, if it's true

I love you all. but i don't want to be alone, someone come be with me

[Rather than Hebe's voice coming in, what does come in is the sound of a man singing. Even to someone who isn't a carol expert, it's clear that's he's drunkenly singing "Deck The Halls" with all of the wrong lyrics. Ten seconds later, a woman joins in. After about a minute, the feed cuts out, but not before Hebe's laughter is caught.]