JÖRMUNGANDR
JÖRMUNGANDR
JÖRMUNGANDR
ꜰᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ
There, beneath the toiling seas tossed in waves beneath a blackened sky, a beast lay dormant waiting for the day he could feel his poison seep through the earth if only to hear cacophony of voices cry out in terrible pain. Poisonous serpent; god-ender; fearsome deep.
Italian food and marijuana connoisseur?
What can he call himself beyond a terrible serpent? A brother looking for a family he lost to time and fate. That what the letter trembling in his hands told him. His thumb swiped the stain in the corner. Odin confessed all his sins so long ago, yet bitter memories of that day came swirling up. Hate never came easy to him these days. Maybe as a serpent, staring to the heavens to pear through the stars at the branches of Yggdrasil, hoping that the Allfather took that moment to look down and lock his gaze with baleful eyes.
That wish vanished. His rage puttered out, deepening into longing for a home and a family to call his own again. They seemed ill-inclined to that. So, Jormungandr kept to himself, mingled with other gods, allowed his father in his life when murder and vengeance weren't at the tip of his tongue.
Yet, the past left still much to say and his fingers couldn't quite follow his mind fast enough.
Perhaps he rambled, but stories piled up, adventures needed telling. If he could just tell his sister directly, straight from the orator's mouth, he would. Yet, his words on a google doc would have to do.
He needed to cap it off somehow. Maybe ask a question himself. Jormungandr stared at the blinking line. Too many questions swirled in his head. Thousands of years worth of questions. It burned in his head because all of them needed answers. Knowing that he would likely not get most of them throttled his chest. It ached knowing how close someone he loved came, only for that person to erect a barrier between them — to widen that barrier until she became a blip on a map.
The morning sun baked against Jormungandr's chest. All he could think about as he stared into the light bouncing off glass was how unfortunate it was to wake up to that blinding, hot ray any time he desired a scroll through his laptop. Those mornings usually ended in finances for the restaurant, taxes and shit. That just made shit worse.
Jormungandr pressed a hand to his face. He didn't want for much. No, that's a lie. What Jormungandr wanted, what he desired, fate denied him since birth. Impossibilities lay in the face of a serpent whose only goal in life allowed him to live in peace with the family he never knew. It seemed that for some the Colossus was destiny shoving a middle finger up their ass. To Jormungandr the Colossus signaled a bone throne his way, but each time he reached out for it, his jaw would snap shut on air and the bone would tug further and further away.
Fuck it.
Print. Send. Wait.
And while he waited, maybe he could find something to do. With the letter on its way to Hel, Jormungandr let his feet (oof, odd things) take him wherever they wanted to.
Maybe a walk would get his mind off such existential terrors.
Italian food and marijuana connoisseur?
What can he call himself beyond a terrible serpent? A brother looking for a family he lost to time and fate. That what the letter trembling in his hands told him. His thumb swiped the stain in the corner. Odin confessed all his sins so long ago, yet bitter memories of that day came swirling up. Hate never came easy to him these days. Maybe as a serpent, staring to the heavens to pear through the stars at the branches of Yggdrasil, hoping that the Allfather took that moment to look down and lock his gaze with baleful eyes.
That wish vanished. His rage puttered out, deepening into longing for a home and a family to call his own again. They seemed ill-inclined to that. So, Jormungandr kept to himself, mingled with other gods, allowed his father in his life when murder and vengeance weren't at the tip of his tongue.
Yet, the past left still much to say and his fingers couldn't quite follow his mind fast enough.
...drunken night had me on stage the next morning with the wildest headache and many, many lines to memorize. I would not wish learning a Shakespearean play in less than two hours upon any poor soul. Suffice to say, Will did not let me warm his bed any longer...
Perhaps he rambled, but stories piled up, adventures needed telling. If he could just tell his sister directly, straight from the orator's mouth, he would. Yet, his words on a google doc would have to do.
...should have seen the look on the lady's face when I told her what I wanted to name my high end restaurant-slash-marijuana-dispensary. You know, if you're ever stressed or just wanna chill for a moment, you're always welcome here. Shit slaps, sis. I've done a shit ton of drugs, let me tell you, and due to my natural immunity to any and all toxins most of them did nothing for me, but weed works. Like really, really works.
Anyways, like I was saying the look on this lady's face when I tell her I wanna name this classy place Cannibistro was absolutely priceless. But, hey, if you sniff at a name like that, then maybe a chill ass environment just ain't your cup of tea, y'know?
He needed to cap it off somehow. Maybe ask a question himself. Jormungandr stared at the blinking line. Too many questions swirled in his head. Thousands of years worth of questions. It burned in his head because all of them needed answers. Knowing that he would likely not get most of them throttled his chest. It ached knowing how close someone he loved came, only for that person to erect a barrier between them — to widen that barrier until she became a blip on a map.
The morning sun baked against Jormungandr's chest. All he could think about as he stared into the light bouncing off glass was how unfortunate it was to wake up to that blinding, hot ray any time he desired a scroll through his laptop. Those mornings usually ended in finances for the restaurant, taxes and shit. That just made shit worse.
Jormungandr pressed a hand to his face. He didn't want for much. No, that's a lie. What Jormungandr wanted, what he desired, fate denied him since birth. Impossibilities lay in the face of a serpent whose only goal in life allowed him to live in peace with the family he never knew. It seemed that for some the Colossus was destiny shoving a middle finger up their ass. To Jormungandr the Colossus signaled a bone throne his way, but each time he reached out for it, his jaw would snap shut on air and the bone would tug further and further away.
Fuck it.
I know this is asking for the impossible: but come by in a week or so, please. I just want one family dinner. You, Fen, dad. I wish I could cook something that could remind us of home, but I know that's not something we really want to remember. Which is why I want to make something for this home, so we can make it a thousand years from now and remember that we were a family, even if it was just for one night.
I know you'll say no. I'm walking against a hurricane. But, please consider it. That's all I could ever ask.
The Great and Mighty World Bro,
Jormungandr
Print. Send. Wait.
And while he waited, maybe he could find something to do. With the letter on its way to Hel, Jormungandr let his feet (oof, odd things) take him wherever they wanted to.
Maybe a walk would get his mind off such existential terrors.
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Mentions: Hel @Legion02
Mentions: Hel @Legion02
MARS
MARS
MARS
ᴍᴏʀɪᴀᴍᴜʀ ᴇᴛ ɪɴ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴀʀᴍᴀ ʀᴜᴀᴍᴜꜱ
Earthen leaves burned orange against the ground, mingled with the sent of pine that bit the skin of his nose. He willed that smell into his sheets, yet it remained absent; it refused to even lie subtle beneath the waking morn of his tousled hair. It simply never existed upon the twisted sheets of his bed. Even as it grounded itself, rooted itself, inside the moors of his mind that's where it settled — intangible and ephemeral.
That felt unacceptable.
Yet that absence followed him through morning. It lay as a cloud in his coffee, bitter and roiling. Each person parted the path Mars marched along, careful to not run under foot. The partnership had been announced early the morning after his meeting and buzz still rolled through his ranks. It upset him in the most irrational way.
The downpour of his own misery fled the second he raised his voice in front of Hebe upon returning home to leave Virtus. She never liked the stuffy meetings his brothers held. He could tell by the drooped face that it bored her canine sensibilities to near madness. So, he determined that she'd go with Hebe as a right apology for allowing his mood to project in such an unprofessional way. There'd be no forgiveness for him if that anger were to find its way toward Hebe.
Mars was a patient man. He didn't need to go about acting like a child when mattered didn't move fast enough for him. Plus, the denial would make things all the sweeter.
Thus, when he arrived at the designated meeting spot, Mars had stowed away the rumbling anger and replaced it with the default statue representative of his regular attitude. When Canlis greeted him, Mars merely nodded. Though, his eyes slipped into a glare at the man's assertion, "Two of them are already awaiting your presence. I hope you have as wonderful a time as you did at Altura, Mr. Salvius."
"That is entirely in your hands," Mars replied, "Make sure not to crush it." As much as he liked humans, their tendency toward gossip grated on him more than their naivety. Mars straightened his jacket, posture rigidly upright, and marched away.
"Insulting of you to use his human name when lacking mortal presence, isn't it, brother?" Mars walked in nearly on Jupiter's heels. He did so with a tug at his lips — a remnant of a smile. "Dominus vobiscum, Janus. Unless that isn't the kind of Roman you're looking for," Mars said in jest as he carried himself toward one of the chairs settled on the table.
In his brothers' presence, Mars shed the frivolities that consumed his mind beyond the doorway. Though, he'd be hard pressed to call his recent encounter a frivolity; he'd like to think it set Rome further ahead on its path to reclaiming lost glory. Even if he'd say so red in the face and with a pinch in his brow.
Of course, before his brothers could monopolize all of his attention, Mars slipped his phone from an inner pocket in his jacket. He had a favor to ask of a few gods. While Rome was his home and his glory, Mars knew the benefit that other pantheons could afford them.
How he achieved fishing out a Seattle detective's phone number without her knowing is for Mars to know and face the consequences of later. An e-mail had been scheduled that morning to send within the hour, anyways. He would rather give Athena the heads up now, however.
With his phone slid back into its pocket, Mars turned his attention back to his brothers. They'd receive it undivided until the end of their meeting, both to Mars' delight and chagrin. That contradiction was only ever possible in the presence of his siblings and he wouldn't dare ask the universe why.
That felt unacceptable.
Yet that absence followed him through morning. It lay as a cloud in his coffee, bitter and roiling. Each person parted the path Mars marched along, careful to not run under foot. The partnership had been announced early the morning after his meeting and buzz still rolled through his ranks. It upset him in the most irrational way.
The downpour of his own misery fled the second he raised his voice in front of Hebe upon returning home to leave Virtus. She never liked the stuffy meetings his brothers held. He could tell by the drooped face that it bored her canine sensibilities to near madness. So, he determined that she'd go with Hebe as a right apology for allowing his mood to project in such an unprofessional way. There'd be no forgiveness for him if that anger were to find its way toward Hebe.
Mars was a patient man. He didn't need to go about acting like a child when mattered didn't move fast enough for him. Plus, the denial would make things all the sweeter.
Thus, when he arrived at the designated meeting spot, Mars had stowed away the rumbling anger and replaced it with the default statue representative of his regular attitude. When Canlis greeted him, Mars merely nodded. Though, his eyes slipped into a glare at the man's assertion, "Two of them are already awaiting your presence. I hope you have as wonderful a time as you did at Altura, Mr. Salvius."
"That is entirely in your hands," Mars replied, "Make sure not to crush it." As much as he liked humans, their tendency toward gossip grated on him more than their naivety. Mars straightened his jacket, posture rigidly upright, and marched away.
"Insulting of you to use his human name when lacking mortal presence, isn't it, brother?" Mars walked in nearly on Jupiter's heels. He did so with a tug at his lips — a remnant of a smile. "Dominus vobiscum, Janus. Unless that isn't the kind of Roman you're looking for," Mars said in jest as he carried himself toward one of the chairs settled on the table.
In his brothers' presence, Mars shed the frivolities that consumed his mind beyond the doorway. Though, he'd be hard pressed to call his recent encounter a frivolity; he'd like to think it set Rome further ahead on its path to reclaiming lost glory. Even if he'd say so red in the face and with a pinch in his brow.
Of course, before his brothers could monopolize all of his attention, Mars slipped his phone from an inner pocket in his jacket. He had a favor to ask of a few gods. While Rome was his home and his glory, Mars knew the benefit that other pantheons could afford them.
To: Detective Natalia Steele
I would do this in an e-mail, but time seems of the essence: I formally request your assistance in a matter that I think you'd find of utmost import.
Details are forthcoming.
How he achieved fishing out a Seattle detective's phone number without her knowing is for Mars to know and face the consequences of later. An e-mail had been scheduled that morning to send within the hour, anyways. He would rather give Athena the heads up now, however.
With his phone slid back into its pocket, Mars turned his attention back to his brothers. They'd receive it undivided until the end of their meeting, both to Mars' delight and chagrin. That contradiction was only ever possible in the presence of his siblings and he wouldn't dare ask the universe why.
Interactions: Janus [@Icy Hot] & Jupiter @fledermaus; Hebe @Danvers
Mentions via Text: Athena @metanoia
Moody Thoughts About: Pan @smarty0114
Mentions via Text: Athena @metanoia
Moody Thoughts About: Pan @smarty0114
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