Another Trojan drops but at the hands of the man the brighter star begged to be returned to him. Though we would not call Castor a 'man' anymore. Helen, you've been widowed, we suppose. We did warn him to leave a tip. Karma's a bitch ( Read more... )

[ Polyxena's death had been enough of a blow for the Trojan. Cassandra's death by one of his former Gods' hands had been the cherry on top of the cake. He had reverted into silence, blunt efficiency because anything else would just make him waste precious weapons against anything alien that moved. And the mocking words of those beings. Aeneas ( Read more... )

Here's Johnny, mates. All I've got to say.

[She sings when she's happy, she coos when sleepy, but when terrified she becomes completely mute- fluttery wings beating hard against whatever has grasped her. Syrinx is afraid most of the time, and it has taken her months to finally uncurl from inside the closet when Aeneas comes home. Not to bolt at the sight of any stranger in a room alone with ( Read more... )

I'm a reformed man, I swear it. It's castitas, temperantia, caritas, industria, patientia, humanitas eugh and humilitas all the way. From here on out. And you know what they say? Charity starts in the home. In the home. So if there are any older brothers about with a spare couch or even a bath for a reformed man to sleep in, I'll fold myself up ( Read more... )

[Unaware that there is someone with her face running around, Syrinx carries on her days as normal. She goes to school, comes home, makes food and then sets down to study. Sometimes Aeneas will take her to see someone to talk to - with little success - because they say she needs to talk ( Read more... )

Now, how does one go through life without touching anything? I happen to already know my own strength, but this is a bit ludicrous. My brother has also gone completely nutters.

[She slowly finds ways of communicating, not with her voice but with hurried gestures and glances. Syrinx prefers not to open her mouth unless she is singing (and then people stare and wonder how does such a quiet, tiny thing have such a melodious voice ( Read more... )

[Filter: Helen]
Dearest sister, Pollux and I would like to request an audience with you. When can we come press ourselves against your lovely body front door?

[Filter: Menelaus]
I don't think I like the fact that you've been quiet lately. Has my sister tied you up somewhere?

[Filter: Public]I'm about to share a pathetic story, so don't laugh ( Read more... )

[Ever since returning from what could only be called Hell Week, Castor had been feeling much differently toward his little wood nymph, and he could tell she felt the same. Some sort of attraction was certainly there. Whatever it was in particular that drew him to Syrinx, he couldn't quite place it, and so he allowed the feelings to settle, to ( Read more... )