suchsterilehands:

And rejuvenating! Rainwater is so, so good for growth. I think that’s why my sage keeps dying out — too many chemicals in the stuff from the sink. 

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Well, it’s certainly good for plants as well.  Have you thought of making a rain catcher to use to collect the droplets and use later on your sage?

matteiathena:

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I would not dream to do such a thing.

I am not so strong sister. Although you are right and I am not heartless. No one can really be so. Not when they do what I do.  Passing judgement is not something that really comes naturally to me, which is why I suppose i am often called to be a judge. I have to think about it after all.

I have realized that a lot of things that are used to celebrate life also celebrate death. I have always wondered why that is so. Maybe in their deepest hearts they know that their soul goes on.

It is mostly my speech patterns. I apparently sound like I learned how to speak from a textbook. I would like to think that is just a personality quark though. And you were always an old soul.

Don’t be silly.  You are one of the strongest people I know.  With as logical as you are, I’m surprised you do not see it yourself.  I may have had to think of how you would handle things a few times while handling myself in the Underworld…..

Death could be a celebration, if you look at it in the proper light.  There is a beauty within that darkness, but it takes the right frame of mind to really see it.  It’s only one fleeting moment for mortals among many however, as their feelings and their opinions seem to change from day to day and moment to moment.

Like a text book?  So people feel like you’re a walking lecture when you speak?  Seems a bit silly to try and make you feel bad for it.   We’re all old souls… we’ve lived far longer than any of the others in this town outside our group.

hadeshihowyadoin:

He wanted to flinch, as she spoke the words out loud. Perhaps hidden and thrown away they might of never seemed as evil as they were, yet as she spoke them now he wanted to recoil. To possibly say that he would have never done those things to her, of all people—but he had. Why? Because he was alone, a monster who longed for love but never truly knew how to ask for it. 

Opening his mouth to speak he felt that hand, that one steady hand that would grasp at his thoughts and make him think. Try and reason, when another carelessly let him be cruel and let him lash out. “I never wished for anyones forgiveness…nor have I ever deserved forgiveness, but I never wished to steal you from those that deserved you more than I did.” He said slowly before he shook his head slowly, his voice bitter as it came out slightly. But the bitter was directed at himself, like it was acid and it would eat away at him like the monster her was. “I stole you—because I knew that a man, god, monster…like myself could never have you.” When he finally looked at her really looked at her, something in his eyes were darker and shaky almost like the truth was itching to break free but he wouldnt let it go. “I took you instead.” 

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She said nothing at first.  Examining his face as he confessed in words she’d never heard from him before.  Their tension had gone from sharp to fuzzy, as she realized they were finally talking about the things that caused them such grief.  She could see a hint of calculation in his speech, but not as she had heard before.  Was he being honest with her for the first time?

She turned her face away from him, looking to the floor, not wanting to over think what she was seeing in his eyes,” Do you really find me so vapid as that?   That I can only see the surface of what’s before me and nothing beneath?”

It hurt.  It hurt way more to her that he would believe such a thing, even after their time together.   She knew she could be horrible, and there were many things she had said and done to express her unhappiness, but they were always of her circumstances, not of him,”  Perhaps….. perhaps that’s why we don’t work…..  You only show me your surface, and I fail to try and see anything past it.”

matteiathena:

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Yes I suppose it is. It is a shame that most people do not realize that he cares. One does not simply do what he does and not care. I think I can see it because it is often said about me as well. Only in my case I am cold and well heartless.

Oh I am glad I got that right. I have been trying to learn how to speak more modern. I do not think it is working so well yet. Yes I would think many people would go into your flower shop saying that. It is such an odd phrase.

Yes. I’m sure deep down he cares, but don’t let that get around.  He’d hate it and only bury it all deeper.

You’re far from heartless Athena, people just don’t understand the ways of strong people when they themselves are not strong.   Passing judgement is far easier than attempting to understand.

People say a lot of queer things when they come into the shop.  Flowers to mortal are quite interesting.  They are a sign of mourning as much as a sign of celebration and life.  I bit like my life really now that I think about it.

I’ve haven’t really gotten to know many mortals to need to learn to be more modern.  Well, aside from the shop owner, but I’m sure she’s content to assume I’m just slightly odd.  ’An old soul’ is what she says of me, and I’m content with that.

 

matteiathena:

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There is no reason for a mortal to fear death, it is just the next passage for them. They are spirits after all and were never supposed to be on this earth for very long. And I have in fact talked to him about it. He always seems to think that he is the big villain in the scheme of things. He is not and has never been. If only humans could realize it, maybe they would stop and - I believe the expression is “smell the roses” forgive me if I am wrong.

Well, I imagine when so many cast you in a villainous light, you’d start to believe it.  I have to admit, he plays the part well.  It’s easier to be what people expect than to constantly have to fight to prove yourself different.

Yeah that’s it.  You would not believe how many people say that phrase coming into the flower shop.  Each one thinks they’re original in saying it.  I suppose it’s the sentiment that counts though, and I can’t hold it against them.

matteiathena:

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I suppose I am guilty of that. Mostly because I feared seeing the heroes that I had failed to save. The ones that I did not get in time to help. I do not fear dying my dear sister. I never did. I fear that I have failed. I fear that I will not be remembered. That everything we have done is for nothing. I wonder if mortals fear that too. That they built their empire on quicksand.

Everyone fears death to some extent.  Sometimes it is because of the deeds we’ve done, the things we’ve yet to do, the people we will face in spirit, or the people we have to leave behind.  Sometimes it’s all of the above.  Sometimes it’s just as simple as fearing the end of life and the ultimate change to spirit.   Is that not why so much animosity is felt toward my husband?  He is but a man, but all place a barrier up before him.  A lot can be learned from him about the living as well as the dead.  Even how to be a little less afraid.

matteiathena:

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I suppose they fear death. It seems silly to us that they are worried about death, but they do not remember that it will in all likely hood be fine for them. Their souls were never meant to be here for very long after all. I know on of my favorite humans was a man named Socrates who I am sure you know now. He embraced it like an old friend saying that to fear it would be ridiculous. I suppose we can die now as well although are stakes are a lot higher.

I was going to comment how we are all pretty much in the same boat, and there are quite a few of our own with the same fear of death.  Beyond just the consequences of our immortal obligations.  Not too many visit the Kingdom of the Dead.  

matteiathena:

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Oh sometimes they see beauty. If you read what some of them wrote it is very obvious they do. I think it takes a special mortal to see it however. I wonder why that is so. You would think that they would always see it.

Mortals tend to get caught up on the more trivial of things.  With a life so short, they have a vastly different set of standards and priorities.  You don’t have time to stop and admire a raindrop on a petal when the rain makes your hair frizzy for the rest of the day.  It’s a moment to us, it’s a chunk of time to them.   You would think they’d appreciate it more knowing they won’t be able to experience it forever.   They all can see beauty at some point, but there is so much more they vocally complain about versus admire.   There are vastly more souls descending into Hell unhappy with their life here, than ones content to embrace death.

matteiathena:

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Seeing as you are got goddess of flowers and such I would assume you would like the rain. I like it too. To be fair they complain about the sun too. And the wind. There really is no way to win.

They really just complain about everything don’t they?  They’re completely oblivious to the beauty around them, and fill their days with whining and complaints.  It’s ridiculous!