mythopoeics

[ Gawain was exhausted those days. Zurvan had actually been easy in comparison, quiet and almost relaxing. He was a simple artisan. No family beyond his brothers, no duties beyond making enough to have food on the table. Now that he looked back at those days, it reminded him of his foster parents in that first life, the way they would leave in the early morning for fish and come back later on. Tired, yes, with more tasks than he could account for but simple.

He missed that. One day, the former knight would like to explain to his brothers how his duty was an intrinsic part of himself but that didn’t mean he would have been unhappy with something else. A home, a job and someone to come back to.

Probably why he didn’t mind when his adoptive mother began dropping hints about blind dates. Probably why he was working himself far harder at his job. And definitely why he was keeping himself a little at bay, just until he found his footing in New York again. Then he would reach out again and go back to try and be the person who sat at the Round Table. For now, Gawain wanted to be Lucas. ]

[Filter: Private]

No more games, Khaos? That's almost merciful but always suspicious. I won't say this out loud in case you are plotting, though. I don't want to be blamed for bad luck.

Also, that's not a good way to turn thirty-eight. Ah. I'll be getting a call soon enough from my mother, expecting an update on my so-called love life. This won't go well, knowing that no woman would be happy with me while I have so much to get off my chest. Whether it's one Iseult or another, they both need to be handled somehow. And one of them, she deserves more attention than the other.

I'll never be guilt-free but I can try my damned best.

[Filter: Public]

Although I don't think I have time for camping like the lady below (though I understand she wouldn't mind companions, if anyone is interested), it seems I will be made to drive up to New England next week with my boss. Apparently, he's craving some down time from giving people hairy eyeballs and stabbing people in the back of the knee with his cane. Nothing like viewing the early fall while working, I suppose?

Sometimes, I do miss the old days.

[ filter; pheme ]
Don't poke the kid.

[ filter; elaine ]
I've We've got a serious fucking problem.

[ filter; family ]
So my fucking kid from Zurvan is here. In my fucking apartment. He was in my bed.

[ filter; elaine ]
So it'd be better if I died, is that
I don't think you're
It's not
Fucking shit

[ filter; family ]
I don't know if this shit is permanent or not, but even if it isn't, I'm still fighting. I don't give a fuck about civilians or soldiers or who dies, as long as I'm the one who walks out alive. But if I die, take care of

And don't say a goddamn thing about my marriage.

I've been accused of working far too much and speaking far too little. This means I haven't been keeping contact as well as I should. Hopefully nothing incredibly damaging happened while I was busy?

And I could definitely use something to eat. When was the last time?

[Filter: Gawain]

Gawain, you have been quiet. No letters, no visits, is everything alright?

[Filter: Public]

I awoke this morning so nauseous and went back to bed- it is not certain yet, but perhaps... I can wait.

Summer never reaches Iriy, the wind still has a sharp bite to it.

[When she finally woke up, War felt uncomfortable and cranky. Lord, she was fucking cranky. The ceiling was too white, the sheets were too itchy and there too many tubes going into her mouth, her wrist- and the instinct was to shove them all out. So War did just that, to the alarm of the nurses - which had then ended up in the whole fiasco of having to be strapped to the bed. A week or so trapped in a chemical-induced calm had War so furious it was a miracle no one had been set on fire by the power of her will.

War waking up to flowers and a pair of hulk hands was never going to end well. It just couldn't end like that, even if the ghost of a smile crossed her expression. She's drowsy as fuck, but that had never stopped War before. Oh well.

Her wrists unstrapped, she yanked off the drip and reached over for the phone.]

[Filter: Gabriel]

you feathery fucking stalker

[Filter: Horsemen]


im awake now someone bring me something to fucking eat

[Filter: Gawain]

our parents are freaking the fuck out
tell them to calm down
or ill have to punch someone.

[Filter: CuSith]


rematch bitch

Been home about two days. No place like fucking home.

[Dying was just the coolest thing ever. Really. It was simply fantastic. Agravaine woke feeling like he'd be run over by several tractors, surrounded by wight and completely confused as to why the fuck he was still breathing. Sure, it had happened before, people coming back from the dead. But not him. Apparently, it'd been his turn.

The hospital felt sterile as fuck, and smelled just the same. He could feel bandages adorning his body, but he didn't need to feel for what had killed him. He already knew his brother had dealt him the damage, though he didn't hold it against Gawain. It hadn't been up to them. The only person to blame was that fucking Khaos bitch.

If there was a line to throttle her, he was going to kick his way to the front of it.]

[ txt'd ]
oh fuck this shit

[Filter: Gawain]

May the outcome you wish come to pass, knight of Camelot.

[Filter: Troilus]

Are you faring well, brother?

[ filter; mother ]

He's not dying. I promise you.

[ / ]

[ filter; polyxena ]

I could use some words. If you would. Please.

[ / ]

[ filter; brothers ]

I don't care about what these people think of me. I'll surrender. Better than the alternative.

[ / ]


Good luck, Asya. Good luck to all of the involved.

This guy thought he could take me in the training yard, so I broke his fucking nose and four fingers. Guess he's not using both hands anymore.

You know what?

Go fuck yourselves. Yeah, read that right. FUCK YOU.

[Filter: TRUE children & siblings]

Tell me what is going on with all of you. I need the distraction after learning Merlin is my child in this place. Needless to say, I will kill him if he gets close enough.

[Filter: Mother]

Are you alright?

[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.

I very badly wish for this to be over. This is cruel.

[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?

[ this wasn't the wife he remembered. That one he had taken in his king's name, given her choice and received a companion in return. That wife, he respected. This one was slowly but steadily keeping him away from home. He didn't want to pretend to be married, didn't want to play along with those people's illusions all over again. And more than anything, he wouldn't betray his present.

But he couldn't deny. To have his brothers nearby; younger, happier, carrying no hatred nor disgust, reminded him of happier times. Unlike his wife, he welcomed these illusions, spending time with both parents and siblings as if the world outside was Camelot.]

I feel tired.

When it comes to odd events, I prefer this one. Less violent.

How does it go -- three's a crowd?

Well, four is fucking annoying.

[Filter: Zurvan family]

Please tell me if you're well. I'd like to know.

I'm ... doing as well as can be expected. Nothing missing or that can't be handled. I pray.

[Filter: Iseult]

I know you were Mordred's bride. I'm just now catching up on all that happened after the revolt. Even what happened during.

Are you well?

[Memory was a powerful thing.

Despite using copious amounts of alcohol to attempt to forget, the past two months were wearing on Mordred far more than he felt anyone had any right to know. Between knowing he shagged his half-brother to falling in love with Iseult, planning children and a future with her, fighting alongside Percival and Tristan, and finally down to being killed by Deiphobus, there were far too many things that even an orderly mind like his couldn't reconcile.

Daytime was filled with phantom pains from where a sword ran him through and nighttime was filled with fevered remembrances of a blonde-haired goddess among women writhing under his skillful touch - with thoughts like that plaguing his brain it was no wonder Mordred was imposing a willful insomnia on himself that was doing nothing to improve his attitude. Thoughts of what had and what could have been made him more irritable and surly than usual. Had he truly fell in love with his brothers' little piece on the side? Craved children and stability? These were questions he refused to entertain except in those moments of weakness he wished he never had.

There were very few people he hadn't snarled at in his more drunken moments, to the point where his mother had (politely, oh so politely) asked him to take his leave. The first thing he did upon making it home was to boot up his computer and stare at the screen. What to write...?]

Rumours of my demise... None of tha...

I believe there are a few people inquiring as to my whereabouts?

[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

( two wrongs don't make a right )

[Agravaine would've been perfectly fine without the memories that had hit him like bricks. But when the apartment, the job, and the family all came flashing back to him, he needed a sit down. With the king's poisoning, did he need this? Really?]

[filter; pheme]
My niece?

[filter; svargan right-hand & diplomat ]
I can't explain what's going on. The king? I can't believe I'm

edit: [filter; family]
What the fuck? Where are you all?

[Filter: Gawain]

Please be safe.

[filter; gawain]
Gawain what's

is Tristan

[filter; tristan]
If you can see this, where are you, brother?

[filter; private]
Something is not right.

[filter; ilium nobles & queen helen]
There is a general unrest in the town. What is the meaning of it?

[Filter: Gawain]

General.

[Filter: Freyja]

Sister.

We are nearly in Ilium. Roll out the red carpet.

(The boys have been so well-behaved on this journey, and my girls and the cats, too.)

Helios is restless today. Gawain, your company for a ride?

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.

I got to watch the sunrise this morning, something I haven't done in a while. It was just as beautiful as I remembered it being, and I wish I had either the words or skill to somehow paint a picture of everything I saw. The miracle of nature will never fail to amaze me.

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?

[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.

Humor me -- truth is truth, no matters whose lips it comes through. Is this not correct?

Well.

Well.


It'll be interesting.

It's funny, I've finally gotten a rare moment to myself so that I could jot down some thoughts, and I can't think of a thing worth writing. Isn't that always the case?

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.

To all of those who are concerned: do not think that I cannot see you. That is all.

Matters of politics tend to fly over my head unless I am being paid to be involved but I do not like that sorrow is in the air.

My services are, of course, available to the highest bidder. My name is Patroclus and -



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and that was my son, Sasha. Excuse me for a moment.

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]

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