mythopoeics

[Hermione had been fortunate enough not to wake up in her jammies, having been working diligently on an assignment that was due the coming day. Of course, there'd be no getting to that, no school to speak of as she opened her eyes to see the open sky. She was alone, uncomfortable, and some animal skittered past her feet upon sitting up.

But she was too full of pride to ask for help.]

I woke up on rocks. Not on the grass two feet away -- the rocks.

Tristan of Cornwall, you can run but know that none of you can leave here, no matter what you try. You all have given us many headaches so consider this stress-relief. [Especially Kala, but there was no need to say that, not then, not in public. Some troubles did not need to casually aired.]

Run as far as you can. Know that no matter where you go, you will be found. You will be taken. And it may not even be by us.

Still. I plan on getting the highest count. So make the chase good for me. If you do, glory awaits you as my prizes.

( in this darkened room we’ve got heart enough to burn )

[Marlene had a knack for being first when it came to good wishes. She'd called at midnight yesterday to wish him a happy thirty-fourth birthday and then told him she'd make is favourite cake when he was in Texas again.

It was sorely tempting. The rest of the day had been spent quietly enough, taking care of business and looking for a new car. He'd never properly replaced the one that had been wrecked the year before, feeling unsatisfied with a couple. At least he still had Helen. And the Helen she was named after.]

I can't wait for this month to be over. It'll really feel like life's back in order, then.

Also, Percival, we should go back home a while. For Easter or something.

[Narcissus has found himself gazing into the bathroom mirror, lovingly, of course, watching himself towel off after a lengthy shower. Towel fixed about his slim waist, though dipping just enough to be tantalizing, at least to him, he smiles at himself, his hands gingerly caressing the side of his face. He runs his hand through his hair, and seems to procure...what was it? Something soft. A flower petal, from between his fingers. Thinking it to be nothing more than a fluke, he tries the action again. Panic sets in as he manages to pull yet another beautiful white petal from somewhere in his hair. His hands shaking, he refuses to touch himself again, but cocks his head, trying to look for the source of the petals in the mirror.

He's missing exactly two small locks of hair. Nothing he can't style over, but as he reaches out to touch the mirror, an idle gesture, the object liquifies beneath his touch. The entire thing is now a mirror-like puddle on his bathroom floor. He sinks onto the floor, and wraps himself up in another towel, but only after cautiously grabbing his ever-present cell phone from the counter (which thankfully, merely turns pink upon him grabbing it) and using it to make one, vague, panicked post. He's shivering, mostly naked, and terrified.]

My mirror is a puddle. I'm pulling parts of flowers out of my head. I don't...understand.

I'm trying to do an art project, and my charcoal keeps turning into feathers. What am I supposed to do with feathers?

[filter; private]
Dear mother, I'm doing an art project of your face. You'll never see it like you'll never see this, but I have to write it. Do you even care that I still love you? That I still try?

This is how I remember your face from my childhood. May you never see it.

[Filter: Private]

I know avoiding everything isn't going to make it go away, but my darling husband sometimes asks for too much. Love, trust, respect. Really? Really? Sometimes I feel he has no right to ask for that, not after...


Never wanted children anyway.

[Filter: Menelaus]

You know my cousin is

Aunt Regina. I believe I promised you afternoon tea. Pencil me in some day this week.

Helen. What the ever-living fuck am I supposed to say to you?

I should say that I was acting out of sorts but I think that would be a most profound lie. Everyone knows I'm a violent, unpleasant man. I will never say it with fucking flowers.

My brother and I have managed ourselves a flat. Not the biggest thing on the market, but with the two of us, we don't need much space. The view is fantastic. That's about the only good best thing about it.

[filtered to pasithea, minos, helen, menelaus, zeus, syrinx, and mordred]
[address]

Buzz number is 1506.

[Filter: Heimdall]
[insert all the contact details a brother should typically know about his sister]

Congratulations, you have a brand new younger sister named Geula Sinclair. She is wondering if you are all right and settled.

[Filter: Hector]
Please don't abando Please know that I don't hold you to anything.

[Filter: Helen]
I wasn't able to write you when everything got... crazy. You okay?

[Filter: Gawain] sorry joana >__>
It might be weird for you to hear from me, but we were friends once. And in Zurvan.

I'm sorry for the way things ended. Then and now. Is your brother all right? For Arthur's sake

( somewhere only we know )

[Helen always seems fluttery and happy, not serious- perhaps even a fickle ruler. However she upheld the traditions of Ilium with an iron fist. Even if Helen wouldn't wield the axe, she wielded the man holding the axe. And for all her beauty, she was unforgivable and cold. Never forgive, never forget. The wrongs (in her eyes) done to her had to be paid for; if you went up against the queen of Ilium you had best be prepared for everything.

Even so, it was Tristan's behavior that left more than a sour taste in her mouth.

She will not wear an armor, but she does ride with her faction to battle. There is little Helen fears, and she would be lying if she said this bloodshed didn't excite her a little bit.]

[Filter: Those loyal to Helen]

Take no prisoners, except for their leaders. Those I want alive, darlings.

Shit.

RIGHT. Wedding over, everyone happy? Everyone should be fucking happy after that fucking epic.

I remember my wedding day damned well, you know. I've no fucking doubt that there are those men who would pay the world to swap with me and those who likely think I'm some whipped mutt who does his queen's command without question.

I do Helen's command. Of course I do. There's no fucking shame in being consort to a woman like her. I appreciate strong women. I never had a doubt about marrying her. I have an older sister who's one of the strongest women I know. It's no shame.

It's when people get ideas above their station that we have a problem. I know my fucking place. Do you?

Aw, man. There goes vacation time. Still, good to be home, kids are attached to daddy, house is still standing and one of the moms coming by with food. Must have missed me.

Okay, there's a ton of responsible stuff to do, weapons to clean up, house to clean up and money to be earned. Smallest wants a horse now. Where am I supposed to put something like that? Freaking balcony?




Damnit.

That'd be the lamp.

How come they wait till dad's home to start breaking stuff.

[Filter: Deiphobus]

So after that dreadfully boring wedding, I feel in need of some real entertainment. Assuming you can handle that, darling. ♥

[Filter: Gwen]

Lovely to see you as always, I'd wish you luck but we both know I wouldn't mean it~

I'm sure it'll be just fine.

[Filter: Ilium]

Darlings, this is your queen speaking. She is happy to be home and bids you all a loving~ and caring~ greeting.

On behalf of my brother and my people, I would like to thank everyone for their continued kindness and support in these troubled times. I hope all of us can look to the new year for new beginnings.

[Filter: Helen]

You have always been dear to me. I hope I can rely on our friendship in times to come.

... It is worth noting that I have a stash of very rich and expensive chocolate. ♥

[Filter: Death and War]

My sisters in arms and in kingdom, the time for mourning will soon be up. While I have always been one for mercy, I know the value of justice.

Thus, my father's death cannot go unpunished. The murderer will pay, and all will be reminded that Glastheim cannot be crossed.

I have not forgotten that another of our sisters, Angrboda, is Queen of Svarga. No doubt her kingly husband has already summoned her back to his realm. You know that, above all, Glastheim prizes loyalty. Tell me, do you think we can rely on her loyalty in routing out our cunning suspect? It is a proposition I would like to bring to our King, but only if you consider it a wise course of action.

Melancholy bores me but I love a good intrigue.

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[ooc: again, your eyes do not deceive. time for the return of a favourite pb - jamie dornan]

Flight to Texas on Wednesday. It's a red-eye. Do not want. Going to have to have. Need to go up to Dutchess County before then to make sure it's good up there.

Does my wife want to come along (to Texas) or is she prepared for a New York Christmas? I might have something she really could...use. For her hand. ...none of this will go well. But if I say that, will it go well now? ...fuck me.[gone]