[Filter: Troilus]
Thank you. For letting me go.
[Filter: Hector]
When this ends, there is something I wish to ask of you.
[Filter: Gawain]
May we speak for a moment, sir knight?
[Calliope hadn't been ready for the appearance of her husband. Two years dead, and now he was back in her life. Was it real? It couldn't be. People didn't come back from the dead, even with strange things happening all around. They didn't return with no knowledge of ever dying in the first place. They simply didn't return at all.
What she'd learned over the days was that he couldn't leave to house, even with her insistence. That meant he was a vision she could see only when within the house. They would never have another outing, confined to the house for as long as this would go on for. But Calliope wasn't unhappy. She hadn't shed tears, not even when Orpheus had shown himself on her couch. Couple that with her other sisters, who didn't seem to be her own but rather Euterpe's, she was at her happiest.
But her heart ached. How long had she longed to see her husband again? Too long. Now he was in her life once again, as well as her son and her other sisters, and words couldn't describe just how perfect it really was.]
[Text to Euterpe]
You need to know how much you mean to me. Please never forget it.
[Filter: Gwynevere]
He's here.
[There had been no words when Igraine had discovered both Gorlois and Uther in her home. Both of them. Not only them, but her children as well in pint-sized forms. She had never been able to see Arthur as a toddler, and so the effect it had on her was immediate. While she'd been able to raise her girls, Arthur had been taken away from her.
On day two, things had only worsened. Gorlois was not angry with her. Uther was apologetic. It was what she wanted, what she'd craved for, but -- how to proceed? She needed to speak with someone.]
[filter; children]
Your fathers are in my home. As are all of you as children.
[Cornered. Confused. That was how Hermione felt when she'd woken up that morning with her real parents sitting on either sides of her bed. She'd slithered off the mattress, but was at a loss for words as her mother began rooting through her closet for clothes ("This would look lovely on you, darling~") and her father began stuffing her books into her backpack. All the while she stood there in pajamas, confused out of her mind. What the hell was happening?
Hermione actually looked forward to school to get away from the pod parents in her bedroom. Upon returning home, however, she learned they were still there, and that her other parents hadn't come home yet. She dropped her backpack and darted into her room, locking the door behind her. Their voices and polite knocks came through it. "I'll help you with your homework, honey"s and "How was your day at school, my dove?"s, too.
The little blonde collapsed onto her bed, wondering if she'd be able to face the parents she always wanted but never had.]