mythopoeics

[ The past few days had been tiring for him, if only because more and more people visited the stables every day. Apparently, riding horses was much more popular in the fifties than their current age. Because really, who wanted to ride a horse when they could drive a car they could never afford? But now it seemed there was more interest, and more interest kept him busy. Which was never bad, per se, but it left him exhausted at the end of the day.

Well, all the more time for twin snuggles.]

I'm beginning, only beginning, to realize I'm a little tired of these decade jumps. I'm also glad that the stables still existed in the fifties. They appear to be much less run down now.

But little girls need to stop wanting pony rides thrice a week.

[This little birdie always beats her wings so hard against her cage, either the cage will break or those wings will crack.]

[Filter: Aeneas, Castor, Sita, Anubis, Neph & Troilus ie.FAMILY STYLE PEOPLE]

there is a monster here..... you should be careful because he is hiding in the corners
under every bed and he is waiting.

there is a monster and he will be coming soon for all. i have seen him creeping.


and my mortal brother is here
he left and do not want.

Sunshine and the beach apparently did my knee some good. But I doubt I can get back on my bicycle for a while.

[ filter; syrinx ]
Love, when are you free?

[ filter; private ]
Note to self and Pol -- have words with Mene on sister's behalf. Punch if required.

Being crippled at the knee is exceedingly unfortunate.

[ filter; mordred ]
Morticia, speak up.

[ filter; menelaus ]
And you are where?

fucked with all over again
is anyone really surprised this time?

helen, pol, mene, morticia, look here

[Filter: Castor]

I miss you, Camelot is boring with you. I'll be home soon, but you will come with me, right? We cannot live apart.

[Filter: Hector's family]

It is so very nice to have met you all, I really hope my visit isn't an intrusion or imposition. Unless you're- ...

[Filter: Hector]

♥ Are you pleased, darling?

[Castor never noticed it, but when people came too close, he had a tendency to flinch. If people swung an arm too close to his face, he'd back up. And two people really knew why he did this, only one of which he actually, truly card for. The way he reacted was subtle, noticeable but not distracting. Over the years, he'd reacted less violently, flinched less and trusted more easily.

But only one person could ever understand just how difficult it was to trust.]

[filter; helen]
Eight years today.

[filtered away from babylonian officials]
Does anyone know what's actually going on in Babylon?

[Filter: Private]
There's a good chance I'm getting sick. I have to nip this in the bud before it gets too bad. Ugh. So sleepy. I'll eat lunch early if I can manage it and nap on my lunch break. Vitamin C works, right?

Please work...

[Filter: Public]
Bread is such a lovely thing. Pointless statement, but that's how I feel right now. Also bagels. Maybe I should eat I might be in the middle of making breakfast. Jubokko, do you want some? And admiring it for how lovely it is.

No more Rome. My brother and I are slightly disappointed. Emphasis on the slightly, as little can replace New York. Home sweet home and all that.

Mene, if you're not alive, we're hunting you down.

New York City never looked so good. And this is coming from a girl who's still actively looking for a job/internship elsewhere.

But I want to ask: what happened to the people who died? is everyone all right?

I don't think I've been this pleased about watching men and women tear one another apart in some time. And look at some of those matches. As if someone knew how special some of you are to the other.

Give me a good fucking show, each and every one of you. How, I wish I was the one holding the decision, I wish I could damn you all, hold your endings in my hands. I would bring you to you knees and make you tremble for my my judgment.

Children, we will attend them all.

[filter; pasithea, helen, menelaus, and syrinx]
Until further notice, we'll be occupying our brother's flat. I would rather not say why, but you can still reach Pol and I on our phones.

[filter; morgause and gawain]
This is Nick, or Castor if you will -- Mordred's my half-brother in this life. My twin and I are going to be staying with him for a time. In case you feel like worrying he's not in good hands, he is.

If anyone has need of me I'm home now.

[filter; private]
They gave me pills, and the name of someone to contact. If they expect them to be utilized they've another thing coming.

[filtered away from theseus and deiphobus]
Can't say I'm entirely unhappy with this arrangement.

I love Sunday's. Work isn't open so I get to spend the whole day being lazy and doing whatever I like. I know it's funny, 'cause I work at a bakery, but today I'm spending my day trying out some new recipes from work so I can get them perfect.

First, I've made some Nutella waffle cookies. And for dinner tonight, I'll be making banana-strawberry-Nutella crepes, 'cause I think it's time to try something different than pancakes for a fun and special dinner.

If anyone wants some let me know, they're super-easy to make so I made tons.

[Filter: Castor]

♥ Nice try, kitten.

[Filter: Public]

It seems I have to head out of town this weekend. Croatia, it seems. I should just purchase a little vacation house there one day. It's idyllic.

Someone make sure Liam doesn't get into a fight bigger than he can handle.

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

[Filter: Leukothoe]

Where is my Persian pet? She deserves reward for being of good use to me.

I'll not have objections so keep them to yourself.

[Filter: Dioscuri]

If in one piece and in fair health, I want you both at some point.

[It should be no surprise that someone as emotionally unstable and immature as Syrinx was having trouble with this. She kept shrieking out, gasping and crying whenever something in her hands changed shape. The latest was a glass of milk that ended up becoming a glass of red acrylic paint which she'd dropped.

The shattering glass had caused her to jump and flee the scene in tears. Not that she thought Aeneas would be mad at her, but because she didn't like this. She didn't know what to do with this. She just wanted it to be over.]

[her voice is soft, broken]

Please let it stop, let it stop, let it stop.

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.

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?

I don't know who to - I shall start from the beginning.

Lady Morgause, King Arthur. Mordred is dead. I am so sorry.

He - we were married. I remember it so it must be real. I don't think either of us particularly wanted to marry the other but it was working. Oh, it was working and we were happy.

He died in Ilium. He was fighting with the rebels. He - I heard that he died at the hand of the Queen's Consort. I don't know if that's true. But I'm so sorry for your loss. Would you believe that it is my loss, too?

Agravaine, I'm so sorry about your brother. He was so good to me.

[The last two weeks had been difficult, certainly unlike anything he'd ever experienced. Falling from high heights wasn't a new experience -- in fact, he'd sustained many bruises over the years of his life. Yet being dropped off a roof was a new one.

His major injuries hadn't been life-threatening: an injured neck, a bruised spine. He would live to tell the tale. But he hadn't spoken yet of the man who'd perpetrated the act. Not yet. Soon.]

I have never been so happy to see the outside.

[Pain. It had exploded up Castor's spine, swam through his limbs and ended at his neck in a throbbing so intense he couldn't find the will to breathe. The air had been knocked from his chest, successfully halving his ability to inhale and exhale properly. In, out. In, out.

Oh, pain.

Bright stars danced across his vision as he stared up unblinkingly at the sky, his palms flat against the pebbled ground beneath. Unmoving. Five seconds. Ten seconds. Still couldn't breathe. Fifteen. In, out. Breathe. Tiny stones were sneaking up under his nails. Twenty.

He wanted his brother.

Syrinx was running. Barefoot on the grass and gravel, ignoring the sharp jabs of the stones on the soles of her delicate feet. She was caged. Always caged. It hadn't always been like this, but her family had betrayed the high king and paid the prize. Now all that remained was a shell of them, and Syrinx always hostage in a glass prison. Not that her king was unkind, he fed, clothes and took care of her. And she sang for him.

Little caged songbird.

Running though? It hadn't even been a plan, she just had the urge to tear away from her guards and into the bush, faster and faster- and as the calls for her were left behind she almost felt free. Almost. That wasn't her fate though, because what she came across was more important than running away.

The man was lying at a funny angle, blood and dirty and everything mixed together- she was alarmed and frightened at first, but it only lasted for a second. Syrinx had seen blood before. A long time ago. She thought of her father, her brothers, and then she was on her knees touching Castor's cheek and peering down at him. Syrinx didn't speak, but she search for signs of life within him.

His vision, his breath.

Only his eyes moved, irises hazy with pain. They drifted up to her hair, her face, trying to focus through the blood loss. He'd lost blood before, countless times, but never as a result of something like this. Never had he been dropped from a roof, landed on a lower, and cracked his head hard on the wood. Never had he rolled over protruding nails, ripping through his left arm from wrist to elbow.

Blood tainted the back of Castor's throat, and he slowly attempted air.

Through the pain, all he could focus on was how his hair had shifted into his eyes and blocked most of his sight. But he could make out Syrinx. Beautiful girl.

He was alive and didn't seem to be dying any time soon, but he did seem to have trouble breathing, so Syrinx leaned down to connect their lips and offer a breath of fresh air, trying to aid. She didn't know if that worked with those not drowning, but, it was worth a try, right? She repeated the motion twice before looking up and around her. It was too quiet, there was no sound of anyone.

And there needed to be help, otherwise she couldn't move Castor on her own.

Her freedom was just beyond grasp, but Syrinx didn't- she had too much of a conscience to drop Castor and walk away. Instead she cried out for help.

Those blue eyes fell shut. Loud. Helpful, but loud. His head throbbed at the sound, though his mind was finally able to process what she was up to. Help? Help with what? Castor felt like his body was shattered into a million pieces.

But perhaps it was a good sign he could feel at all.

Somewhere underneath the haze, he wanted her to lean back down.

Syrinx did, she leaned back down, pushing some fresh air while they waited. Oh, she was going to be in trouble, but at least this young man might live. "It's okay." She whispered. "They'll come." The guards didn't take too long in finding them again, and then it was all blurred. Syrinx kissed his cheek as a departure while they helped him onto a stretcher and called the doctor.

He'd live.

At least Syrinx hoped so.]

I've been doing a lot of thinking, and I'm thankful for my family, both actual and the one I married into. I have been blessed, and I know this, and sometimes it's good to reflect on that.

[filter; father and brothers/visible to hypnos]
I believe the time has come for Hypnos and I to start considering siblings for Letus and Somnus, but I would like your thoughts on this. Please.

[filter; castor]
Your nephews demand your presence tomorrow.

( my heart is broken here in the cup of my hands )

When someone you love has been gone for so long, it's only natural to never want them to leave, yes? Especially when only a younger man keeps him in Ilium

Today was a glorious day. Father let me get a puppy, which I've named Bruiser, and I had an artist draw me a picture of him.



He's very vicious. I know this because when one of the soldiers called him a stupid name he bit the man five times on his hand before I could make him stop. I think we're going to get along quite well.

[Seeing Castor for the first time in months had been a blessing. Could there be any word in the written language to describe his elation upon seeing his twin brother, the one who had been apart from him for so many long, painful months? Castor had launched himself into his arms, practically melding into him, uniting them as one. They belonged together, and being apart in two different regions was unbearable. One day, that problem would be solved.

And yet the first thing that Pollux had to say to his dearest brother was "your hair smells of the stables -- do you sleep there now?".

Castor, high off the excitement, had laughed himself breathless.]

Did you know that some people say the best things when they don't know someone else is listening? It's not my fault that I just happened to be chasing a kitten through the yard when I overheard two of the stable hands talking, but maybe if the taller one hadn't called me a brat and stopped me from catching a new pet I wouldn't feel like someone really needs to know his true opinion of certain nobility.

That reminds me, I want to take my horse, Rumour, for a ride, but I don't want to go alone. Are there any hunts coming up I can participate in? Also, father, can we get a pet?

So, how is the weather in Svarga these days?

Treat your horse with some kindness and they'll give it back to you in kind. Mistreat them and you will inevitably end up with a hoof to the face.

[Filter: Pasithea]
Your boys are doing well, sister.

You people are all pretty boring and whiny.

[His fingers are filthy from digging up lord knows what but he doesn't care. He runs his fingers over the paper, over that particular crease above, knowing the dirty stains will show up on the paper.]

I see a cat. It's fluffy, lost half an ear. Bit dirty.

Shall I leave it alone? I think it may have given birth a couple of days ago. Four, five kittens. Unless that was another cat. Too many fucking cats. I like dogs. Better friends to man. And I'm a man. So dogs it is.

By the way, before anyone freaks out on me, I'm just asking a question. A weird one. I'm not telling you what I may or may not do. It could be nice. It could be mean. I'm not telling.

Soon Svarga will be empty, with how many are leaving for Glastheim. Perhaps I'll dance through the streets and no one will see me. I'll drop a pin and be able to hear it.

One king dead. Another takes his place. Marriages and traveling galore.

Funny how nothing seems to change at all.

[(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.