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[The last week was indescribably strange to Castor. Stranger than most of his weeks. Having experienced death time and time again, it wasn't a new concept to him -- but his current body didn't know that sort of pain. Waking up in that alleyway with searing pain running up his limbs, and especially up his spine, was a new sort of torture, torture greater than the one he'd faced at the party. Few words were spared for his brother, and few were given in return once he'd walked through Zeus' door.
But he needed something else. He wanted to go home. He wanted to forget about magic tricks and being dead again and wrap himself around familiar things. And yes, he wanted his mother.]
[Filter: Mordred, Helen, Menelaus and Zeus]
It was due time for an official "hi, I'm back to life". It was miserable, thank you. And apparently I ended Deiphobus. Can't say I'm sorry for that, sister.
Pol and I are fucking off to Birmingham as of tomorrow morning. No, I don't want to talk about it. Yes, we'll be gone for a while. When we come back, I demand hugs from all. That is including you, Morticia. Pollux says ♥.
[Filter: Syrinx]
Starshine?