@bonebled asked: the night regards her child with an unreadable expression . she is exhausted ( they all are ) but hopeful that this conversation will shed some light on future family dynamics , should the chaos of the past year and a half not settle . â i hear you've been spending some time with hypnos' new wife . i'd like to hear your thoughts , if you would . â ( nyx âąÂ momus re: magissa )
an opposition of emotions coincided within momus, buried somewhere deep where mockery would not be forced to confront the things within himself worth mocking. but they existed - oh, certainly, they were there. that twinge of hope, of childish desire for his mother's sweet affection. no, for more than that - for her approval. sometimes, momus yearned for it fierce enough to ache.
he is mockery. he is shame, and he is blame. someone has to be it, and he is more than happy to comply - but even he had thoughts deep within himself that evoked the very emotion he was born to embody.
he wanted to impress her. he wanted to tell the truth, the part that was his nature. momus did not know that both could become manifest, and the desires warred within him like trojans and greeks.
"she is a funny little thing, isn't she?" momus began with a giggle, peering up at his mother. his mouth quirked, amused, like there was some sort of secret joke only he was in on. "someone so small, so simple, able to cause such a stir. it's almost admirable. perhaps eris and i should quit our day jobs and allow her to be the one to cause a bit of strife."
he paused, head cocking quite suddenly like a dog who'd heard something high pitched and peculiar. "but... there is something there. something genuine, i think. i see little of why hypnos should love her so much, insecure as she is, but she is dreadfully sincere, even when she lies. it's curious. i feel like i should want to torment her, and i don't. is that strange?"
