Kyos (alive_awaken) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2022-05-01 10:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | kyos terranova, the moirae |
WHO Kyos & The Moirae
WHEN Sunday, 1st May (and the year beforehand)
WHERE around the Enodia
WHAT Time to meet your fate (witty!)
WARNINGS mentions of incest
On August 13th, Kyos had given birth to the little emperor that she had been carrying so heavily inside herself: It had been like being torn apart at every edge and Kyos had never in her life experienced anything like it. It made all other pains she had experienced disappear so that this one could remain the one that all others could be measured against. Stop looking over her shoulder all the time. If Caligula was looking for her, Hecate had made the assurance that he wouldn’t find her. Kyos didn’t know the details, but she trusted Hecate. Hecate had, after all, answered Kyos’ fervent prayers and saved her life. She’d bought a whiteboard and set it up in her room, mapping out her plans on it and keeping notes to herself. It was high time that she made her moves, because otherwise she might as well have just stayed at home with her father and let everything remain as it was. No. Kyos was making this new life. It was hers. Sometimes, in quiet moments, she wondered if her father was okay. She didn’t want to wonder about that, didn’t want to still admit that she loved and even missed him in some ways. It was too confusing to hold all the Hate and Love and Fear and Obedience, even now. So instead of thinking of him, Kyos tried to think only of herself. She tried to become more selfish in that way. By the middle of January Kyos had enrolled herself in a gemology course with a sense of stubborn determination that she would find a way to work with jewelry. Kyos had always been enamored with antique jewels, and back at her father’s home there were drawers and drawers of diamonds and rubies and emeralds that she would never get to see again. He couldn’t buy her love anymore. Forget him. She’d get her own emeralds someday and they would be paid for with her own blood and sweat and tears if they must. Getting a job was harder, because she was a brand new person. Drusilla Germano at least had a university degree in art history and a part time job working at a stables, but Kyos Terranova was - as the name told - New Land. She was unburdened (and unblessed) with any history at all, which meant making it anew. Which meant, for now, taking yet another handout when Hecate offered it to her: there was a job working for the Moirae. It felt like an ominous statement if ever there was one, but the job had nothing to do with their true role, but in a little shop. Kyos could surely work in a little shop, whatever that entailed. Kyos had grown up with stories of the Fates, but not as the Greeks knew them. Instead, Kyos knew of the Parcae. In one of the sitting rooms there had been a statue of them that looked down on everyone from above the fireplace. Nona who spun the thread, Decima who measured it, Morta who cut it. Each of them had scared her. “They are unstoppable and unplacatable,” Caligula had told young Kyos, the firelight flickering ominously across the curves in the marble. “Even the gods fear the Parcae, and you will too.” He had looked at her then and Kyos remembered it so vividly. “Your fate is already set,” he had said. No. No, she refused. She refused to have a fate that was already set, refused to let it be what her father had laid out. Kyos was making her own fate and she would push against the Parcae (or Moirae) until the walls cracked and let her out. So it was with a sense of foreboding that Kyos made her way to the secondhand shop that Hecate had guided her to for this meeting, wondering what these unbendable Fates were to be like in the flesh. Their shop didn’t seem anything out of the ordinary and Kyos made her way inside, looking around for the owners. |