mythopoeics

[Barefoot and shivering, she hadn't dared wander farther than the mailbox early that morning. With the surroundings that she could only halfway remember once knowing, too noisy and not at all comforting like what she had come to think of as home, the inn, Lethe quickly locked herself back inside for the rest of the day and perhaps the rest of the week. Something about the outside world felt unspeakably dangerous.

The only way she could recall her name, or at least the one she'd been using for the last half year, was to stare at the rain-damp envelopes grasped in her hands. Maybe it was only ten minutes or the hour it felt like that Lethe sat with her back pressed against the door. Whispering it with hollow recognition, the printed pseudonym on the backdated bills that she somehow allowed herself to neglect while in Zurvan, Lethe crumpled the mail into the trash with a surge of self-disgust. Why hadn't she been paying them? Why was her bank account completely empty? Did she still even live here?

Why did she have to come back?

How nice it had been to forget herself, to let go of her fears and allow herself to live without the constant awareness that she shouldn't be... to have a family that she cared for, and to feel safe even with Hel's constant taunting of ghosts and the dead-end fling with an Admiral.

Now she was alone again, increasingly confused and unable to keep straight the multiple contradicting realities that twisted in her mind. Rome, New York, Zurvan, and what was supposed to be eternity all blended together in her mind, taunting her with echoes of memories, some that never even existed.

She wouldn't be paying next month's bills either, Lethe decided as she turned all the faucets in her apartment to full blast and crouched by the floor of the bathtub with her laptop. The sound of running water drowned out her thoughts, her overthinking.]

I need a new

name
job
place

life.

Or an old one.

Is there a way to get back home? Has anyone tried?

[Filter: Thanatos]
I don't want to bother you. Sir.

You're here, right? Please. Please say that you're here.

[Filter: Mnemosyne]
Take them, I don't want them.

I feel I might- If I did, would you-

Tell me something real.

_ _ _ _ / _ _ _ / _ _ _ _ _ / _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ /
_ _ _ _ _ / _ _ / _ / _ _ _.

[Filter: Morpheus]
Things have gotten more interesting on the home front. Any new news from Camelot?

[Filter: Hades]
You've been hanging around the inn a bit much, haven't you, Admiral?

Once upon a time, there was a man who had a farm. He had many animals, but he mostly had sheep. He sold the sheep's fleece for money to keep his farm and his family going. He had two sons. Both of them loved the lambs, and played with them during the day. His wife didn't go out very much. She was very ill.

( cut for the rest of the story, but be assured, she wrote it all )

It's been louder than usual in here. I have been hearing interesting things.

If the mood gets any heavier in this inn, I might start to be afraid of talking out loud.

Though, understandable.

[Filter: Mnemosyne]
Something's happened. Duty calls, I have to leave for Camelot immediately.

[Filter: Sigyn]
If you can see this — you're aware of what you're getting into. You'd better endure it.

[ private ]

Medb. Medb. I'm not sure whether to yell and shout or laugh out right. Conchobar lays dead, the pestilent, disgraceful maggot. Cúchulainn followed. And that thing my sister spawned is food for worms.

Good.

[ / ]

While your actions were misguided and odd, you have my gratitude, sister. Or whoever you are in the larger scheme of things. I would appreciate this was a one time event.

And the woman who helped me. I suppose you didn't do this for words of thanks alone.


This will take some getting used to.

I...

might have made a mistake.

Is anyone good at um. Reversing or negating powers? Getting things back? Specifically thoughts? Memories?

I rather be vague but that's probably not too helpful to the situation.

Help please.

I made the mistake of listening to Janelle Monáe's most recent album, and I can't get it out of my head now. Literally. I'm sure other people have heard at least some of it considering how much music is blasting around this city. I'm not complaining, of course. It just gets hard to concentrate with so much going on at once, you know?

Anyway, so this blogging thing. I'm not really in to these. Don't need 'em. Buuut I can make an exception just this one time. Is it worth keeping up? Only time will tell!