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maskormenace2018-11-16 08:04 pm
pharmaka) wrote in maskormenace2018-11-16 08:04 pm
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[ For a brief moment after the camera flickers on, Circe appears uncertain, and then her expression at once resolves into a calm, unstirred facade, cool as a plane of water. She has unglamorous auburn hair set back in a tousled braid, eyes of an odd, subtly gold sheen, and a plain, even voice. ]
Well. I do not know whether it is for the better that most of the plants and animals and the like are familiar to me here. It would surely be a better preoccupation than what I was assigned, to acquaint myself with the local wildlife, so perhaps I will do it nonetheless. It has been made clear to me that there is an almost impossibly large amount of land to be seen.
Given I am unfamiliar with travel and with this country, I thought I would seek suggestions. In particular... [ a short pause ] I find I miss the sea. I had heard of deserts, but they are not so lovely a place to live as they are to hear tales of. And the same can be said of cities of men.
[ That is it. She says nothing about the confusion, the mingled hope and fear, that all this freedom and newness has set about in her. She is quite possibly the only divine being here. It is impossible to tell. Is that her father, keeping eye on her in the sky? If it is, she doubts he is about to say hello. In some respects she is as alone as she ever was.
In others... There are more people, more mortals, and more land than she has ever given thought to in her long life. It is thrilling and terrifying at the same time, and Circe dares to betray as little of it as she can manage. ]
Well. I do not know whether it is for the better that most of the plants and animals and the like are familiar to me here. It would surely be a better preoccupation than what I was assigned, to acquaint myself with the local wildlife, so perhaps I will do it nonetheless. It has been made clear to me that there is an almost impossibly large amount of land to be seen.
Given I am unfamiliar with travel and with this country, I thought I would seek suggestions. In particular... [ a short pause ] I find I miss the sea. I had heard of deserts, but they are not so lovely a place to live as they are to hear tales of. And the same can be said of cities of men.
[ That is it. She says nothing about the confusion, the mingled hope and fear, that all this freedom and newness has set about in her. She is quite possibly the only divine being here. It is impossible to tell. Is that her father, keeping eye on her in the sky? If it is, she doubts he is about to say hello. In some respects she is as alone as she ever was.
In others... There are more people, more mortals, and more land than she has ever given thought to in her long life. It is thrilling and terrifying at the same time, and Circe dares to betray as little of it as she can manage. ]
8) its tru tho!!
[ Or so he thought. ]
Her web ended up ensnaring her, in the end.
[ A beat. His electronic voice picked up, palpable excitement. ]
Was it that commonplace? To see divinity in such a way -- to be surrounded by others -- and for you with... with everything you are -- How can you feel so commonplace?
you'll have to let me know when you finish, the ending is a punch to the heart
But Woden seems to have no compunction about revealing his eagerness for information. Information that she has. Other people play that game with her, but Circe has never had the stomach for it herself, to withhold and tease and taunt. ]
You will have to tell me more of Ananke at a later time. It sounds like a tale. [ Then she pauses, and shrugs eloquently, her shawl shifting around her shoulders. ] I knew not else. It takes much thought and effort for a fish to distinguish itself from the water around it, wouldn't you say?
My father would let me ride in his chariot as he pulled the sun, from time to time, and with my father capable of such feats I could barely fathom what Zeus could do. I am a Titan and a nymph, and we are forever in the shadow of Olympians, as men may feel in the shadow of kings.
oof i will! Im planning on it over christmas!
[ It's a little derogatory. ] The Grecian pantheon was never my favorite to draw from.
But if you felt so... like it was nothing special, did you understand what it was for humans? To be so far beneath?
haha that sounds like a great holiday plan
The question is not quite what she'd expected, not in those terms, and she speaks to it directly. Circe would never be so bold with the deities in her time, who would all mock her for this perspective, but she has quickly realized that there are few if any consequences here for showing her true thoughts. It is intoxicating, in a way, and the words come out with an earnestness that is almost like lancing an infected wound. ] Many gods feel that way, that mortals are beneath us, but as I have grown to know them I have never felt it. In some ways they even seem superior. They are alive in ways gods cannot hope to mimic.
But it is true that I did not understand mortals for many centuries. It was beyond me. I had never met one, and the first one I did, all I could think was how tragic and awful it was that he should die so soon. It seemed... [ A short pause. ] Intolerable.
[ And indeed, she had not tolerated it, which is what had landed her on Aiaia. ]