mythopoeics

Since my brother has seen fit to throw open the metaphorical closet it seems silly for me to stay in it without him, so here goes -- I'm Nimue.

That being said, if Merlin is here I believe we have some unfinished business to discuss.

[The past four nights had given him dreams of a great big wolf with teeth bared and bloodstained at him. Though he didn't feel fear, apprehension remained with him even after he woke, his right hand aching fiercely. He didn't know what it meant or what it should mean but it couldn't have been random.]

It's a longshot but anyone good with dreams here? You know, maybe with giant animals? Maybe...wolves? Hey, maybe I was Little Red Riding in my past life. ...I'm joking. But seriously, give me something other than the vague mumbojumbo you get on websites or from my downstairs neighbour who I know is scamming people.

Also, does it really mean anything if you wake up in pain after a dream? Or is this an entirely different issue I probably should see my doctor about? You know, I might see him anyway.

[ Eve was here. Eve was here. And Adam, a man who often knew what to do, just didn't know what to do. Speaking to her without admitting his identity had gone over well enough, but he knew that eventually, he'd want to meet her. And when he did, what would he say that he hadn't already?

His fallout with Eve could have easily been avoided, but what was done was done. Eve confessed to blaming herself for what she did, and that was all he'd needed to hear. So why did he feel so apprehensive about approaching her? It was just Eve. She was, in the end, only a woman. But she was also one of the only two women he'd ever loved (Lilith was debatable; of course there were feelings, but maybe they were more sexual than romantic).

Ugh, women. ]

Today a woman brought in a stray Rottweiler who'd been so viciously abused, he whimpered throughout most of the appointment, until I gave him a sedative to treat his wounds. I will never understand the mindset of a person who abuses an animal.

Darling sister, I'll be home late tonight.

I'll be spending tomorrow camping up in Finger Lakes National Forest, where I plan on celebrating the Autumnal Equinox. I'd invite anyone interested to come along, but I'm not certain how much fun one might have if they're not open-minded or willing to indulge in a little dancing around a fire. Nakedly.

Regardless of whether I'm alone or with others, I know I'll have an enjoyable time communing with nature.

I love the Fall. I love how pumpkin everything is suddenly available, and the crispness of hot apple cider. I love the way my skin prickles with electric energy the closer it gets to Halloween and my birthday.

Also, I love that the Autumnal Equinox is on the horizon. I'll have to do something special to Mark the occasion, perhaps even find some woods to dance around in. Oh, I especially love the smell of burning leaves and fresh ozone in the air.

This is my favourite season.

What is it about moving someplace new that brings out the interior decorator in all of us? If it wasn't for IKEA being so inexpensive I'd probably never eat again. Thankfully, I was able to furnish my portion of the house I share with my brother without breaking my budget, and I got some lovely meatballs and a cinnamon bun for dessert to boot.

Now, if I could only find someone to help me put together all this furniture. I'd ask my brother but he's always so busy and I wouldn't want to listen to him go on about how 'of course I needed his help'. I'm sure I'll be hearing that anyway, but still...

I'm going to be perfectly frank here, and feel free to not stop me as I go on, but when women complain about men hitting on them while they're wearing short items of clothing, they really are just asking for it. What, exactly, is the point of wearing short dresses or skirts if you don't want men to strike up a conversation with you or call you gorgeous? The logic eludes me. Men don't complain like women do.

What a world it would be if women didn't bitch all the time.

Operation: Find New Apartment has hit a snag. Apparently, I got really lucky when I got my current place, because everywhere I look people are asking for references. While I have no idea what kind of questions someone would ask one of these so-called references ('does she keep a clean place, pay her rent on time?') I can't think of anyone to ask to help me out.

Guess that's one of the few problems with trying to stay mysterious keeping to oneself. Ah well, in the meantime my neighbor got arrested, so it's been quieter around here. Guess that's one thing in my favor.

[There was nothing like a fresh start in ways. It was necessary if he was to move forward and find himself well several months or years from now. The obsession had to be cast aside, the ideas and fantasies needed to be washed off his mind and hands.

Troilus simply thought of how much better his mother would feel if she arrived and saw that he wasn't behaving in an abnormal way. To further boost his plan, he damned his sinful lust as something the gods would do, could get away with. Therefore, it would no longer be something he'd want for himself.]

It seems I'm rusty at the game of finding women who want to date and not just...well. There is nothing wrong with that but goddamn. Sometimes a little more doesn't hurt. I'm fucking thirty-one. When did it get hard? Is it because I want something real now? Or maybe it's the job that doesn't help.

Before it even comes up: I don't want anything to change me to suit today's women. Don't even go there. I'll go to Russia and find myself a bride if needed. ...jokes about mail-ordering on can be kept to yourselves and fuck you for thinking it.

[Nimue prided herself on being able to survive without assistance, however as she saw reports of others being attacked and some even being taken she was growing concerned. For all her searching she had yet to stumble upon anyone else, and while she had a knife she was aware that her ability to use it was limited. It wasn't a dagger, that was for certain, and as such it was almost pointless.

Still, she had managed to last this long without running into trouble, and was feeling more than a little cocky. Which was why, when she turned the corner and saw the almost ethereal looking woman seemingly waiting for her, she didn't hesitate. Turning back towards the way she came, she began to run even though she could practically feel her pursuer gaining on her. When she felt the cold arm coil around her shoulders and begin to drag her back she flailed and struggled, but it was all to no avail.

Another one bites the dust.]

So, I've been checking you people out. Mostly. And while Morpheus has a big mouth and my dad is special I'm sure most of you know who I am by now but hi. I'm Merlin or Liam.

There's nothing like getting woken up by gunshots coming from the neighbors' house early in the morning, then having to spend the crux of the day at the police station reiterating that you neither heard nor saw anything. I suppose the excitement was nice, though.

Speaking of excitement, another Friday night passed, another failed attempt at a blind date. At this rate I'd be best off going back home and seeing if any of my cousins know someone worthwhile.

Beannachtai Na Feile Padraig!

There are a lot of you I need to see, because I have a lot of things to say, and I don't know where to start. Words have never been my thing.

[filter; galahad]
Galahad?

[filter; echo]
Tell me you're alright.

[Filter: Nimue]

Sorry, I wasn't able to get to this thing until now. I wanted to keep a low profile until things got more calm. I'm fine, though. How do you feel about ditching Ilium for Svarga, by the way?

[Filter: Public]

So, how's Svarga these days?

( a kiss and I will surrender, the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead... )

[Filter; Thanatos]
Brother, are you safe? I ran into Percival. He kissed me. He seemed unhurt, but asked that I keep an eye out for his sister. If you see her before I do then do me a favor and make sure she gets out safely. I hope to see you soon.

[Filter; Percival]
If you don't make it out of this in one piece... no, nevermind. We will see each other again.

I've spent the past few days watching the local wildlife, and I've noticed some disturbing patterns. It makes me wonder what's on the horizon. A change is in the air.

Percival, caution your sister to keep an eye on the dog, the hawks seem restless.

Why is it whenever I sweep up in my brother's shop it just creates a bigger mess?

...I need a drink.

[That morning, Thanatos had been unable to find a cloak. He very much liked this cloak to the point of being obsessed with wearing it on certain types of days. He really couldn't (or wouldn't) explain why but those who knew him knew he did what he wanted in a most stubborn fashion. It wasn't the type of thing one would find in Svarga and it had been one of the few things he had bought while coming from there.

But instead of finding it, he found a box of his ex's things. Not just ideas of apparel or items she herself had made or bought but a few were things he had gifted her with. Then there were notes. Those he quickly destroyed with his own hands and then set them on fire. The rest he couldn't decide what to do with. Until he remembered the journals.]

Fucking Hate every goddamn Die in a I need to get rid of a few things once owned by a woman. A couple of scarves, dresses. Pair of good boots. Handmade pouches for coin or something. A couple of books on healing and herbs, novice stuff. Some cooking books, more complex stuff, I guess. All that's free, I don't care. But I'll be selling a ruby ring and pair of earrings. May as well get some money back for those. If something appeals or you're curious, see me tomorrow morning. Name's Thanatos and I'm a blacksmith. Shouldn't be all that hard to find me if you've any sense.

But tonight, I will be in the nearest fucking tavern.

There was a scraggly street dog who followed me home and won't seem to leave me alone. I'm going to keep him, but my sister will have to name him. I would settle for 'Scrappy' if it wasn't so obvious a name.

Nimue, I have something to give you. It isn't the dog, to be clear.

Is it too much to ask that someone assists me in convincing my brother that a day off from work never hurt, and is in fact considered by many to be therapeutic? If not, then perhaps they could suggest some way for me to rid myself of some boredom.