Orpheus and Eurydice were happily married. For years now, thank the Gods. Yet you couldn’t say the same about you and Morpheus.

When Orpheus was born something shifted in your marriage. Long nights in Dreaming stopped, the soft touches fell into forgiveness, the love in your eyes faded.

So you left the Dreaming. Gave Orpheus under Calliope’s protection and returned to your own temple.

Then when Orpheus’ wedding came you didn’t talk to each other. Haven’t looked at each other, hardly acknowledged each other’s presence at the ceremony. You only saw how Orpheus’ eyes shifted from you to Morpheus and back with concern. He last saw you together in the same chamber when he was a boy

You never wanted your son to worry about your marriage. You once told him — Me and your Father just parted our ways — because that’s what happened. Your marriage never officially ended.

And now the consequences of Orpheus’ sudden idea of bonding were inevitable for you. You tried to smile warmly — as a mother would do for her child — when you sat by the round table. With Morpheus mere inches away from you, your son in front of you smiling innocently and oh poor Eurydice looking awkwardly into her plate.

If you would excuse us for a moment — You heard from Orpheus and never thought you would experience such a betrayal from your own son. As he pulled Eurydice from her sit you were mentally erasing him from your will.

You understood that it was not easy having Goddess of sorrows and Dream of the Endless as your parents. But this? Unfuckingbelievable

You slumped against your seat and reached for a goblet of grape juice as you watched him your son and daughter in law disappeared in depths of his home.

And as you sat alone by the table with your husband, you never wished to disappear more than now.