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Joely Richardson as Glinda in Emerald City (TV Series, 2017). [x]
Modern Mythology: Hestia
She is the Greek goddess of the hearth and home. Less active than her siblings, Hestia chooses to lead a quiet life. Her home is warm and welcoming with a fire that’s always burning and the smell of roasted marshmallows scenting the room. She doesn’t see her family for weeks, even months, but on the days she does she embraces them as if no time has passed at all.
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Elisabeth Sonrel (1874-1953 French) :: Portrait of a Renaissance woman holding roses
Cate Blanchett photographed by Simon Annand, 1999
Regno sopra fantasmi. I rule over ghosts.
Giuseppe Ungaretti, from The FSG Book of Twentieth Century Italian Poetry; “La Pietà (1)” (tr. Anthony Hecht)
2 Imbolc by elsharra1 on Flickr.
Adoria and Mark are -- bless them -- an odd couple. Mark is reluctantly, biologically, an old guard, old school, good old boy to his boots hunter. The darkness found him in the paddies in Vietnam and chased him to Berlin, to the old world, the old woods where he met Her. He could have sworn she was vila. Or navka. It was the way the world was quiet around her. It was the way moonlight shown on her through the leaves, greedy for her skin. It took some tricky negotiating to keep her there. ( he found out, later, that she could have killed him, whispered to the woods to not let go of his boots and pull him in the soil, a gift, fertilizer. it only made him fall in love with her more once he found out how close to death he was. ) Adoria is quite thoroughly, purposefully, a spirit talker. She hums to plants to get them to grow, sings to birds to find out what the weather is going to be like, hushes the lost souls of children who wander from their tombstones to her comforting hearth. Old Witching, the first kind, of sweetness and strength, of listening more so than doing, of seeing plainly. ( it’s funny, the secrets you learn just by being quiet. the world will speak to you in low tones, will wrap you in the past like a cloak and hold you close. ) “You have iron bones, boy,” she whispered as he caught her in the sunlight, in the marshy, narrow Brandenburg woods. Boy, boy, boy. His hands were on her hips, her hands on his neck, his shoulders, and he spun her around. “And you have silver in your blood, darlin’.” And she was shining, now, brighter than any gem he’d ever seen. The world was smiling as she kissed him.
The Homestead is expansive. The Homestead is quiet. The Homestead has a large cellar with locked doors and relics and holy water. The Homestead has flowers blooming year round, through the snow and heat. The Homestead is always full with extended family, adopted family, and friends of friends. ( great beasts have slept and woken and left offerings of secrets and other old things. ) All are welcome, as long as they know no harm is to be done within the grounds. The old man is the one that is whispered about, the one to not cross, but it quickly becomes apparent that the mother is the one to be feared, too much to be whispered of. ( feared and loved. she walks a fine line. )
Come in, sit down, there’s a bed waiting for you. ( oh, a fae poisoned you? you have a nasty bite that’s not closing? let’s take care of that, too. now, now, there’s no shame in being a werewolf, as long as you’re mature about it, don’t you worry. )
Open I v. hot blooded
on off on off on off Metal flashing between his fingers as he methodically locks and unlocks first one side of the cuff, then the other. He looks lethal in the way he always does when he isn’t paying attention, in the way of background radiation; crackling out without any real intent. “Do you want,” on off, one hand free and the other bound “to hear a secret?”
Adoria does not say no because that would be rude, but she means it when she says, “Oh?” instead. She knows better than to seek out secrets. She knows, also, that they have a way of surfacing. ( it is all nasty business, this, the clinking of handcuffs and nuclear fallout. )
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[text: Doctor Nicht] I would just let Francis be she’s a smart girl and independent[text: Doctor Nicht] it’ll blow over in no time( Mark loves Francis the most, this is a common fact. but he does not know how her mind works, bless him. )
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Send ✆ for a morning text
Send ♔ for an angry text
Send ♠ for a drunk text
Send ☏ for a vague text
Send ⁇ for a worried text
Send ♣ for a text not meant for you
Send ✘ for a text that should never have been sent
Send ✺for a saucy text
Send √ for a long-winded confession text
Send ☠ for a misguided advice text
Send ☢ for a desperate text
Send ☼ for a congratulatory text
“When you say it like that it sounds bad.” You must forgive him, this war is too cold for his blood. ( No one has thought, will think, to use the excessively American mercenary as a spy or saboteur. They say he has no subtly in him and he grows bored ) “Interesting things happen around you”
( It’s a shame they didn’t get a real war. Then maybe she’d fight along side you instead of just threats against you. ) “Only when someone’s been watching too closely.” Like he has. It doesn’t hurt that the first time he saw her, she was strangling a man. She escaped, she thought, before he got a good look at her face. “That is a good way to get killed around here, Bogeyman.”