A hellish woman

Quiet and empty, her world was once again quiet and empty; a vast hall traded for the confines of a small home and all the dark and frozen realm turned to a sunny yard, quiet and empty. Only one eye can cry and with every drop moisture that slips and slides not down but across, Hel wonders what will happen there are no more tears, no more water.

She is a husk, half-desiccated and it starts to feel like old times again.

[There was blood on the bathroom floor and Hel knew that it was hers; bites bled. Her left side oozed slower than her right, decayed skin had so much less to give when punctured by sharp, familiar teeth. Head in her hands, the Queen of Niflhel wept for more than the dark that was not her dark, for more than longing for cold, clean winds in blackness instead of unforgiving, humid stench and for the pure growls of four-footed, furred beasts and not the scritch-scratch-rrtch of this dark’s game. And more, she wept for Garm and the heavy thump of his body hitting the bathroom door, the way the hinges shrieked and the wood bent and the splinters fell under slashing paws. She wept, head bowed and hand curled around her dead husband’s war axe and waited for the shudder of wood, the breath that was cold and not warm and fetid. She waited to kill the one being in the world she still had to love.]

( Baldr. )

( Hati and Skoll. )

Not a great time to be a death goddess. I did my best to protect the roots and the plants that dwell underground. It's not part of my usual role, though, if anyone has power to spare check, I'd like to make sure that it was effective and I didn't taint miss anything.

Earth-mother, Agriculture gods, if there's anything else you can think of that I could do, please let me know.

I am never doing work for Spike again! Urgh, they dumbed down my science, didn't read my notes, and have absolutely no grasp of history! Honestly, if they wanted to play in the sandbox, they should have either done the research or stuck to their Ultimate Fighter nonsense. Okay, well, not nonsense, it's actually a fairly good show and beats the hell out of the bloodless sports -- who thought up some of those? But that's beside the point. If they're going to do a show about historical combat and go through the trouble of talking to athropologists who were, you know, actually there at the time? They should at least use the information! But no they have be idiots and dumb down the fighting skills on both sides, play into the established stereotypes and have basically no grounding in factual evidence.

From now, I'm sticking with my work for History. Not only is Terry gorgeous, but he and the producers actually listen when they get expert opinions.

Spring break was wonderful. I went to Virginia, which was sort of boring to be honest, but I got to let Garm off the leash and he went running in the woods and was so happy. I think he’s missed it. So now that I’m back in the city, I’m thinking about buying a place with a little yard for him. Somewhere he can run and stretch his legs – hellhounds aren’t really made for apartment living, you know? And I could also host parties! There’s way more Norse here not sure I’m happy about that and this place is really too small.

I think it’d make a great treat to myself, for taking on a full teaching load this semester. I can’t believe I’m a full time professor now, instead of just a guest lecturer.

( locked to family )

( WIPING THE TEARS FROM HER EYES! )

Queen Hel;

( SING A SONG OF SADNESS ABOUT THE GIRL WITH THE HAPPY FACE! )

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