#and it's listening to frederick's prayers...

[wisheswagered]

okay, continuing from my last post. i’m using a very loose interpretation of greek mythology here because idv’s universe is different from our own & to compensate for my lack of knowledge, whoops!

what if the kreiburg’s, in the ancient past, were blessed or rewarded by euterpe somehow, perhaps for being one of the last/longest standing families to worship her even as the centuries passed?

this is what gave them their incredible skill at music and composing. the kreiburg’s in the modern day/idv’s era don’t exactly believe in euterpe’s literal existence in the same way, though maybe some of them do, but they still value their traditions and religious practices involving her very highly.

however, for whatever reason, frederick wasn’t blessed by euterpe, perhaps due to being chosen by another muse - melpomene, instead. i’m not sure what caused her to choose him in particular. maybe it was due to the death of his twin, or his psychotic disorders, and she empathized with him due to those things - or maybe they were caused by her blessing instead. i’m unsure at the moment, though i’d really like to develop this point more...

regardless, though, frederick still inherited his family’s love of music - but as someone not favored by euterpe, his composing skills could never match up to their standards. in contrast, to an extent, he’s followed by tragedy instead - which might have influenced his ultimate fate in the manor as well.

melpomene might consider him a child of hers of sorts, and since in some sources she was said to be the mother of the sirens, maybe that links frederick to the sirens in some way as well?? i’m not sure yet. i’d just love for him to have some link to the sea if possible because i’m obsessed with it help

ALTERNATIVE VERSION: euterpe and the muses don’t actually exist and are merely a product of myth/religion, but the kreiburg’s still believe in them/worship them. frederick in particular prays to euterpe often, asking for guidance for his composing and believing that he missed out on her blessing - but in reality, the kreiburg family’s skill in music is just a genetic talent that frederick happened not to inherit. he feels a connection of sorts with melpomene due to the tragedy of his sibling’s death and his lack of talent, but it’s not one he wants to acknowledge at all. that could be all/it could end there, but maybe some other supernatural force - afterall, we know the supernatural exists in idv through characters like hastur and yidhra - heard his prayers, and responded to them in it’s own way...

[thebirdandhersong]

songbird's life sparknotes (both joyful and painful moments) from the past little while:

read Brian Doyle for the first time and it broke me :')) it BROKE me. If you haven't read his work, I highly recommend. That man has a tender voice much like Mary Oliver and Frederick Buechner.

read a bajillion things (book count: 72), a third of which were picture books about nature

I had one really bad day where I broke down WEEPING because on top of losing my favourite sweater (a gift from a good friend who moved away -- every time I wear it, I feel like I'm being hugged by her), being overwhelmed by schoolwork and job applications, and encountering Worse boy problems, I found that someone had been stealing from my one-pint box of French vanilla ice cream (which was literally the only thing holding me together). This hit so hard when I found one scoop's worth of ice cream left in that container

found my favourite sweater (THANK GOD)

read a bunch of Robert Macfarlane and John Koenig and Jenny Offill and Mary Oliver

listened to a lot of acoustic indie soft sad music and then had to pull myself together and listen to acoustic indie soft happy music to feel better

found that I did not, in fact, enjoy Paradise Lost, or Milton, in general

had to force myself to stop listening to Lizzy McAlpine and Phoebe Bridgers because that ish was breaking my heart

got my heart broken even more exponentially by real life, non-musical events that were unfortunate and annoying and caused a great deal of inner turmoil

learned to play guitar! and am learning to finger-pick the strings (a difficult endeavour that I have yet to master)

survived midterms. Barely

led Holy Week devotions at the dorm and LOVED it

was chosen to present a paper at the department student conference (!!!!!!!!) so am working on that now

lots of family and friend time!

was driven around for 30 min by the world's worst driver (godson) and thought I was going to die or throw up. I did neither, fortunately

cried at every Christian club meeting and church service I attended (I kid you not) because I was overwhelmed by God's grace and loving-kindness despite Everything. also partly because Everything was a lot

LOTS of walks to the sea!

Sunday mornings playing guitar under the trees. You guys it's so good it really heals my heart :')

ICE CREAM DATES WITH THE GIRLS

the boy situation got, astonishingly, Worse and then better and then even WORSE. when I was asking for prayer a second time here during Lent, it was specifically because I had two-ish days of straight up agony. It was not a good time.

the boy situation 1 (spoiler: a second one appeared. Lol what is life) ended up resolving in: the boy I was horribly in love with (the one mentioned in previous posts) is semi-dating my good friend now

the boy situation 2 (a recent and unexpected development that has caused a surprising deep stab of pain! fun times) has now resolved as of today in: I'm literally never opening my heart to anyone ever again :) I cannot deal with this anymore :) I cannae DO THIS :) God help me (a fool and a clown) :) I CAN'T TAKE THIS NO MORE

however God is good and I am resolutely holding onto hope. The sun is here, the cherry blossoms are blooming splendidly, and I have school and work and future things to worry about!

[slowflute]

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[danger-ghost]

sad old gay men for a late pride gift 🎁 ❤️

It’s the sunrise, and he sits on our hill. Penelope comes to him and tells him he must move on, that she left him; that she was never loving, that she never cared whether he lived or he died. He must wake up, stop holding onto those who are gone, and-

My dear, Edward - he closes his eyes, and wakes up to the distant sound of people trailing up and down the halls, and the solemn clicking of pens that plague the hospital. His eyes trail to the bedside and he, almost reverently, stares up at the monitor, the sound of which had already become a faraway noise in the back of my head. The monitor stands tall, looking down at him like some kind of God. He stares at it for a while, and once he finishes some silent prayer, he lets his eyes wander just a ways further, right to me.

Nothing but me.

I stare at him with nor shock or horror, but with joy. He asks, in a gentle voice I had long forgotten, if we could go home. I answer with an equally soft yes.

He asks if we can climb the hill and sit at our tree again.

I tell him yes.

And as the rush of doctors come in, seeing him awake, Edward gripped my hand stronger than anyone should be able to after being in a coma for seven years. I tell him to breathe.

Soon, we are back under our tree. The sun is setting, and the world begins to go to sleep. He says he’s sorry he didn’t listen, sorry he never knew what I truly meant to him. I say nothing in return as I sit down under our tree, and he joined me.

I watched as the sun set to put this world to sleep, and I say it’s alright.

My dear Edward, I never held against you what you could never see.

I am Frederick Sun, and this was a story of Edward Moon, the man who stood with me between life and death, the man who danced the internal tango. I faced every day between the shock and cold of death and the burning inferno of life, and he was there. Where we are, under the tree, we say goodbye to this cruel world as it fades away into its slumber, and wish that maybe tomorrow things will change.

Maybe, things will change, and we will have the world we always found in our dreams and the nightmares we have seen.

Signed F.Sun and E.Moon.