mythopoeics

It's very interesting coming back to messages on my phone regarding interviews I only vaguely remember having. Has anyone else had this problem?

[filter; mordred]
We shagged, didn't we?

[Agravaine wasn't going to waste any time the moment he woke up in bed feeling like he'd missed something. If this was his bed, it certainly wasn't his bed in Svarga, but who was complaining? He was fucking home. Which meant two things.

He rolled out of bed before his head could process the movement, and plagued by a head rush he padded over to Pheme's room. Finding her tucked up in bed, he smoothed the hair off her forehead. No kisses yet, not when there were more important things to do.

His cellphone was ripped from its charger in the kitchen, and Mordred's number was dialed from memory.]

[filter; iseult]
I have been considering a visit sometime soon.

[filter; mordred]
May I ask you something?

[filter; iseult the fair]
Darling wife, I humbly request your presence tomorrow evening for dinner and conversation. There's something I wish to discuss with you.

[filter; siblings]
I plan on asking my wife if she feels so inclined as to grant you nieces or nephews. Your thoughts?

Who in their right minds brings children down to the training grounds? I thought it was so obvious, I didn't even think in bashing it into the new soldiers. Obviously, I was wrong. Some parents shouldn't be allowed to breed educate anything.


It seems I'm stuck babysitting. While the father is occupied.

Back in Ilium, back to work. At least having a wife to return home to makes things seem less tedious.

[Filter; Private]
The trip proved to be interesting in regard to the quest to learn more about my bride. There is much work that needs to be done, especially in regards to determining who's eye she might have been trying to catch, but in the absence of proof I shall have to go with my gut. The subject of our union eventually bearing fruit is something that seems to be of importance to my brother, and as such I'll attempt to figure out Iseult's opinion on it. Her response will be telling.

[She is never vulgar enough to show her truest of thoughts in public. Never the sort of run her hands over the throne and not foolish enough to accidentally say the wrong thing. Or even to feign disinterest or behave as if she hadn't a thought in her head. That is equally damaging. Balance could give someone the right cover.

Morgause is effortlessly cool, minding herself with her own duties as a faction member, as aunt to the king. The silent, secret plans are not meant to obvious indicate herself or Galahad. They are meant to be fate. It wouldn't be hard at all. Heimdall now has a bride who had come in and created some displeasure. A bride from the region where his father's murderer came from supposedly.

But no one can read her mind. And in the middle of the night, she can see her son on the throne, creating a Glastheim that would surpass all regions. Even the present Glastheim. Her perfect child.]

[Filter: Galahad]

Tell me what you would have done differently. If it had been your father.

[Filter: Public]

When I was younger and unmarried, someone once came to me as asked me which of my senses I could afford to lose and which I could not. I was shocked then, considering my station and such boldness. But I suppose the question was meant to provoke thought opposed to surprise. It was a good question.

Which of your sense can you afford to lose? And which can you not?

[Mictlan is safe for now, from all the bad memories but that wouldn't remain that way. Arthur had taken such a liking to that princess of Camlann. Why couldn't he have taken a shine to perhaps the one in Glastheim? Or the Svargan girl? No, it had to be her and soon, she would rule over him.

Troilus couldn't stand the thought of it.

He worked to forget and works to remember. Though he could have reached out to Morgan, he decided that he wanted to hear from his family. Family never would betray him, would never dare turn on him. And, because he was curious, he included his sister-in-law. The wedding he may have attended but he still didn't know that well.]

[Filter: Siblings + Iseult]

I was thinking of going to Ilium next week, pretties. I have to clear it, still, but it's a nice idea, agreed? Seeing the newlyweds, inspecting whether the new addition to the family's given Mordred a happy glow or something ridiculous like that. Or is it usually the other way around? Feh.

Daphne, precious. You've been too quiet. I'm going to be so sore if you don't speak to me within the next forty-eight hours. I'd appreciate knowing if you're mad at me as well.

( better know that i don't and i won't ever stop cause you know i gotta win everyday. )

I always thought wedding season was in the summer.

[Filter: General Gawain/visible to Iseult and Uriel]
Requesting permission to become part of the retinue escorting my wife and her brother to Glastheim, please.

I have decided that I like weddings.

If anyone needs me I'll be at my office, avoiding anything holiday related to the best of my ability.

All this talk of Christmas. I've decided not to return to England for it (much to my mother's dismay). Who else of my acquaintance is staying in New York for the day itself?

(Lancelot, I would offer your pub as a prime location for festivity if it was not overstepping some bound or other.)


[ooc: no, your eyes don't deceive you. arthur has been returned to his pb of yore (hugh dancy)]