141 - A God, Fair

Lin

It's been interesting today.

After breaking the curse, existing has been simultaneously joyous and maddening.

Whilst I'm delighted that I could help my maternal family heal from something that they were being affected by through me, I'm also frustrated.

My body is not enjoying this whole process. Then again, does it ever?

Then again, I suppose I am one of the priests of the family.

Part of the job, I suppose. An occupational hazard.

Yet another case in point is that I literally just broke a curse that was mainly affecting me for both myself and my family.

Naturally, my body, brain and spiritual form are all going to be feeling the after effects of that, and so it's probably not all that surprising.

Somehow, my reaction does feel delayed, though.

But it takes time to heal, so that's probably part of all this - and I underwent another spiritual process today, which has likely exacerbated things.

Which is why ye should probably rest.

Oh, helô Gwydion.

You may or may not know Gwydion for trying to get Arianrhod to accept her son in the Mabinogion. (Which, whilst in all good intentions, wasn't exactly the best idea, given the circumstances of both Lleu and Dylan's conception and subsequently humiliating birth.) 

He has since apologised, and is doing his best to help make up for it now, so it seems that all is mostly good between those two cousins, who also happen to be my cousins.

Sut wyt ti? Besides definitely needing bedrest, including spiritual bedrest, which you've already been told about?

I sigh and roll my eyes, but I can't help but smirk. There's no point in justifying myself, so I may as well be honest.

Kind of shit, honestly. But definitely better than I was yesterday, now that I've broken a familial curse that was trying to eat me and my Greek family alive.

He chuckles.

Fair point, I'll give it to ye.

He passes me what looks like a box of mint matchsticks.

For me?

He grins.

Ie, for you, lad. We all know ye need the sugar.

I smile, and take a few narrow rods of chocolate from the box.

Diolch.

Wrth gwrs.

I take a bite of one, and the mint dances on my tastebuds. Gwydion picks up the remote for the TV.

Do ye want to watch anything?

I think for a minute. It's been a while since we watched anything together, so it ought to be good.

Robin Of Sherwood?

He raises his eyebrows, but seems pleased at the suggestion.

Decent TV. Sounds great, I'm in.

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