mythopoeics

[ filtered from khaos & minions ]
You know, I've always wanted to travel to an exotic location and destroy something of value, so I guess the only real question is who wants to come with me? We can make it a vacation -- get in some sightseeing, kill a few crazy locals, sample the food -- and even better I'll spring for the tickets. This is a one-time offer, loves, so act fast.

[ filter; arthurians, raven & hyacinth ]
I'm going. I don't even know how much we can trust this woman, but if this is our chance to get rid of Khaos once and for all, I'm in.

[ filter; raoul ]
You have no fucking business coming back into her life. Stay out of it, and stay away from her, or I'm ripping your fucking head off.

[ filter; mother + brothers ]
The kid's father is back in town. He doesn't know who she is right now, but if he starts asking questions, you can't hold me back from knocking his teeth out of his skull.

Have shotgun, will travel.

Honestly though, it's not as difficult to stay safe as some of you are making it out to be, it just involves common sense. [...] Nevermind, perhaps that is difficult for some of you. Regardless, if anyone needs assistance, do let me know. It feels good to put my old military training to use again.

She'd wished, in the end, Gwynevere had been in the asylum. Her brother was no fucking saint. The man deserve to burn for half the things he'd done. But she'd never precisely taken to Gwynevere for committing a sin that she herself had. But she had paid a more heavy price for all her sins. Gwynevere got to run off and live the rest of her days trying to repent.

It didn't seem quite as fair to Morgause. No, she wanted her sister-in-law, her fellow sinner, to suffer more. Lose her mind, maybe a limb - oh why not, maybe her precious little head. She knew she'd pay to see it tumbled down some steps, long hair winding around it and growing sticky from the blood.

Loathing so rarely went down easily.

You'd think, after everything we've dealt with of late, that a small, winged, flying creature wouldn't be something problematic, but I believe I've gotten an idea of how things work around here. That being said, my 'friend' is making himself difficult to ignore.

I've tried everything -- setting out puzzles in an effort to distract him, following the guidelines regarding fairies in books, and even pretending the little wretch doesn't exist -- but all for naught. He's a persistent little thing, and seems fond of distracting me at the most inconvenient of times. It's getting tougher to act as though he's not bothering me, especially in public places.

Does anyone have any suggestions? I'm sick of this pint-sized menace dumping ashes onto my morning omelet in an effort to get my attention.

[ This fairy shit was seriously getting on his nerves. The first day had been so far from tolerable after he nearly squashed the thing with his hand, which only served to piss it off. It'd disappeared for hours, and for a time, Agravaine had figured he'd scared the little buzzing fucker off. Pheme's was still around, but it didn't pay much mind to him.

On the drive to the grocery store, he'd found it-- in his car. It'd probably followed him in, but he hadn't thought to fairy-proof his car before leaving. It was a bright red this time, and before he could stop it, the little pest flew at the pedals, propelling him forward while traffic on his end was stopped. The oncoming taxi slammed into his side of the car, shoving him across the road and into the nearest utility pole.

Fuck. ]

[ txt to pheme ]
in hosp, fuck fairies
kill yours asap

[ mass txt to family ]
kill the fairy fuck

The hour was late yet she felt alert enough to handle some work that her brother-in-law had passed over to her. Though well-provided for, Morgause still liked the feeling of being useful and being able to contribute. When it mattered it kept her mind busy, away from thoughts of Arthur who had not shown and of his wife that she felt should show so she could strangle that regal, adulterous neck. And she wasn't above slapping Arthur on the back of the head for his absolute blindness when it came to his marriage. Camelot was important but really now.

Morgause knew that she was being a hypocrite with her sister-in-law considering just how Mordred came to be. Her feelings for Lot were very personal, bouncing sharply from high and low. She wouldn't unravel him before her children (yes, Mordred included), she wasn't that sort of woman but she knew he had not been a flawless man. Yet a small part of her even knew that he didn't deserve the blame for her actions. Only she could carry the fault for having had a brief affair that had horrified her much later when certain details came to light. Such fools they all were, the former queen thought, her pen having not have moved for a good few minutes.

Sending her mistress felt some form of sadness, Valentina, with all the grace she could muster, would offer a very wet but affection-filled lick along the length of Morgause's forearm. An action good enough to jar her from her thoughts and resume her work, deciding the past should only be a problem should someone show.

[ Not for the first time in the weeks since returning from Zurvan, Igraine wondered if ignorance, in the end, was for the best. If it really was bliss. How might have things turned out, had she not remembered herself as Igraine, and learned her brother was Merlin? Would she have been happier not knowing? Without a doubt. Knowledge was power, but it was also pain.

And now, he wanted to continue calling her 'sis'. He was a troll to the very core, so was he just playing her, making her angry on purpose? She didn't know fury as others did, but the irritation bubbled up inside of her, desperate to be released. It didn't help that he was Theseus' son. He would remain in her life as her former step-son, the half-brother to her little girl. Ignoring him was not the way out.

But what was? ]

[ filter; children ]
Girls, what are your schedules like this week?

[ filter; elaine ]
Come over tomorrow. We need to talk, because I'm not doing this shit online.

[ filter; family ]
Just checking in.

[ filter; mordred ]
Busy tonight?

I keep reading about how things have changed for people since returning from our little excursion, and I find myself thinking that I must have somehow gotten lucky as not much is different for me. So, I know a few more people, but it remains to be seen as to whether that's a bad thing or not. Otherwise, life has gone on as per normal for me.

Am I alone in this?

From what I'm reading, I had a pretty sweet deal in Niflheim. Family, you still want to keep in touch? No hard feelings if you don't.

[ filter; syrinx ]
Look, about what happened. I didn't know it was you.

[ 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.

[ The last time this had happened, Morgan had immediately searched for comfort in her own home. This time, it was different. To wake up meant living behind something. The comfort of a home which had been hers, a man she felt close to, another sister by the name of the one she still missed. To come back to NYC was bittersweet. And she wasn't sure what to feel ]

I guess. It's back to normal on this side. Everyone okay, no harm done, nothing to deal with?

And while we're on the questions who doesn't mind for me to stick around for a whole afternoon? I might need someone to help me figure out something. Nothing. Ah, I might need either ice cream or alcohol. Both? Mixed.

I'm thankful, that even though this is all crazy and strange, I found myself surrounded by friends and good people.

[ 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.

At least I'm not fighting that dumbass war. I'm counting my blessings.

[ filter; private ]
My brother? Of all the

[ filter; family ]
Girls, where are you?

I believe this calls for a :)

You'd think we'd be used to knowing we're being thoroughly fucked with by this point, and yet I still expect someone to buy me dinner beforehand. That's, at least, the classy thing to do.

[ filter; family ]
Is it too much to ask for a status report?

[ filter; zurvan family ]
If it matters, I've enjoyed our connection.

[ filter; family ]
I thought you all should know that I'm enjoying my time in Babylon quite a bit. The prince is a good host and has been taking excellent care of me. I hope things are going well back home, I miss you all.

[ filter; public ]
Babylon is a really pretty place to visit, although I'm not sure I'd want to live here all the time. Though, the people I've met so far are wonderful.

[No, he didn't particularly care, however he was not stupid and so he did call a doctor to come and take a look at his nose and bruises. Fractured, not broken, but it had to be set and Tez just hissed as the doctor set it.

Oh well.]

[Morgause]

Pan is back, mother. He wasn't happy :)

[ filter; echo ]
heading back to niflheim
stay with the prince. left you money in case he kicks you out

but if he does i'm flaying his fucking ass, prince or no prince.


[ filter; mother ]
home in a few hours. not with echo.

It was so very annoying when children couldn't get along.

Such a feeling would be later expressed when she knew what Medb and Galahad were up to, her sympathy strongly going toward her niece Gwynevere then, but this such feeling rose up as she witnessed one of her acquaintances children bickering in not-so-hushed tones in one hall of her home.

She had resorted to clearly her throat and found, to her displeasure, that they couldn't even muster up the shame to look horrified at being caught. What was with young people? What had happened to any sense of propriety? She had seen cats behave with more embarrassment when caught doing something wrong. Removing those thoughts from herself for the moment, she coolly ordered them to take their problems outside of her home, which they did with minimal complaint.

At least her family knew how to behave in any circumstance. Perhaps it was all about blood. Even if one of her sons nibbled on people.

[Filter: Pan]

Your bird is looking sick, what do you think mother thinks of it?

[Filter: Family]

Pan has a good eye for things. Don't you, brother? Get bored of her, quickly

[Filter: Set]

Your weather is so much better than ours.

[Filter: Hecate]

How are you settling in the house? I have another favor to ask of you.

I feel like most everyone I know has been traveling lately. Maybe I should take some of the money I've save up and go somewhere else for a trip too. Except, maybe now isn't the best time, there's been more cranky people in needing things written up than usual, which must mean something is upsetting them.

I'll think about it.

[ filter; private ]
Not a bad catch, self.

[ filter; dearest family ]
I can't speak for Tez, but coming home soon. At some point.

[Filter: Family]

Pan, Hermes.

We should go to Babylon for a few days, enjoy the culture.

[Filter: Set]

Hi :)

My work has been busy lately. A lot of people seem to want things transcribed, but I don't mind because I like the work. Though sometimes people don't seem to understand that it can take a while if you want things done right, or neatly. Thankfully, I've gotten good at ignoring when most people shout.

I have today free. I think I'll go find a place to sit and watch the clouds...

[Filter: Morgause]

Mother dearest, I have made a dinner appointment with the Babylonian Ambassador at eight [restaurant address] it would give me the greatest pleasure if you joined us.

[Filter: Set]

Light of my life :) are you doing well?

[filter; private]
My cousins may very likely wipe each other out someday, and I don't want to be rotting away in this house when it happens. Dear Maker, send me a girl willing to stay longer than a week at the inn, will you? Not that those two have anything in common.

Pan, stop talking to yourself.

[filter; hermes]
The girl I had in bed with me last night called me a different name in the throes of ecstasy. Should I be offended? I don't think I give two shits. I don't remember her name, anyway. Lucy? Trucy?

[filter; echo]
Cousin, sweetest. Lend me an hour of your time.

[filter; public]
In light of the random things showing up, let me just say the trees are looking lovely today.

[She'd moved on from Rome. Her children alive and well was all that mattered in the end and she could forget what happened, that Merlin had been her child. What an offense thing to do, to relate her to that monster. No matter how he manipulated and wove his little spells, he was nothing more than a nasty man.

Sophie had been given her evening bath and had been sent off to bed before Morgause tended to herself with a long cool shower. Flipping wet hair over one shoulder, she sat down at her computer, nails lightly clicking against the surface. There was someone she wanted to speak with but how to open to him the right way was eluding her.

Finally, she decided to just do it.]

[Filter: Galahad]

I wonder if it's at all surprising to hear from me for you.

I'm unsure if I'd like that trip to Rome now. I've experienced enough of its past. And seeing the Coliseum would bring back memories.

[filter; her girls]
Let us do dinner one of these days. Out or in -- your choice.

It's a little disheartening to realize how much I've missed normalcy.

[filter; family]
Are we all safely home, now?

[filter; galahad]
...how are you?

[filter; gwynevere]
I know this might seem strange, but I'm sorry.

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; mother]

Are you alright? I'd like to see you.

[filter; galahad]

Don't lose. I couldn't handle seeing yet another person I care for fall.

[filter; gwynevere]

Are you well, with everything that's been going on?

[filter; private]

If ever there was a time when I wish it had been me getting fucked about instead of my family, now would be it.

[For all her blitheness and glib speech, Pheme had been incredibly nervous going in to watch Agravaine's fight. Much as she had full confidence in her uncle, she knew that fights were a tricky thing to predict. When he fell, she gasped, but hid any other reaction until she was away from the prying eyes of everyone else to cry.

Then, when Cù Sìth fought and also fell, she found herself overcome by a desire to cry as well, again waiting until she was alone. In her mind, she was already looked down upon for being young, it wouldn't do for others to see her as weak too.]

[filter; morgause]

You have my condolences on the loss of your sons.

[filter; public]

Bored now, when do we leave?

Two dead sons. He had told her - promised her - that she wouldn't lose Agravaine. That he would do more than his best to save himself.

It wasn't entirely rational to blame him considering the circumstances but Morgause felt far from rational as she grieved for her eldest two. She had stolen away somewhere where that bastard Merlin couldn't be found, couldn't trip across her as she mourned her losses. God wouldn't be able to help him if he uttered the wrong word. She would gladly pay every price there was to bring him down for any slight or slur against her sons.

But, for now, she allowed her face to grow damp from weeping, refusing the idea of comfort. She would not have it, not until she saw her children again. That included Mordred who lived and would have to be seen soon.

Only after she composed herself. God forbid even her youngest see her a wreck. No one, not even her mother or beloved sister, could see her this way.

[ 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.

[Filter: Morgause]
I don't know if I can do this. He's been good to me. He hasn't treated me unkindly.

Please, don't hurt him. I won't tell him anything, but please
Please don't.

[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?

I'm... married?

Never ever in a million years let me make jokes about getting pregnant.

Because there's a kid next to my bed sleeping. It He has my eyes. Really. Blue and wide. And did I mention there's a man on my bed? Naked, by the way. Is anyone noticing I'm currently freaking out? No? Someone give me back my days as Second.

[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.

Helen. I -

[filter; helen]

So, last week was fucking weird. Don't know how it was for you. But come over, please? I Ti-Voed a bunch of shit movies of stuff getting blown up.

[filter; public]

It seems there are a lot more Italians around these days. I entirely approve. Sometimes, my name is Celestino.

( cut in relation to the previous Mordred-cuts (aka sensitive topic) )

[ 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.

It wasn't motherly love that saved the false!Gaheris from behind torn apart by her false versions of her sons. He remained in her home, calling out to her, demanding from her an acceptance of his forgiveness. The first hours, she enjoyed it. The next day she allowed it but the one after that she found herself worn, nerves frayed.

And no matter what she said, he wouldn't stop. So she had him gagged and bound, pushed somewhere where she could hear him kicking, trying to get out to get to her. How she imagined the real one would do the same but with different intentions.

She did not end him because she didn't know what the result of that would be. No matter what she wanted, she did not want to destroy her mortal daughter's life with selfish decision. Others could judge her for it, say it was her selfish decision that led to the loss of her head but Morgause was a woman with much pride and haughtiness to believe her affair was something offensive. Four out of five didn't react badly so it couldn't have been.

Morgause didn't wonder where Lamorak was in all this. It was probably better he hadn't come along anyway, false or not.