Goddess

Being pregnant is a ridiculous, mortal thing. Never again.

This child is about to have have a birthday change from next April to next week. I refuse to do nine months of this when it is not strictly necessary.

She watched from afar, sure her presence would either be a distraction or unwanted. Her respects, however, would be paid in the way she knew how. She'd dressed in all white, as was befitting custom, her hair up in an intricate twist of braids and curls, something he had rarely seen while alive. In her hands she carried a small bag that carried two gold coins, the same coins that had graced the eyes of Helen of Troy on her way to the Underworld.

Still she waited.

She couldn't hear what was being said, but she could imagine. An ordinary service for an extraordinary man. A man she had loved, still loved. She would never blame him for moving on, not like the others. She had finally understood, when she had seen in his eyes, the need to grow old. She, of course, still looked the same as ever... something that had finally, finally unnerved him.

Though she'd watched him over the years, she had lost contact eventually. The last decade had been lived in solitude at Troy, the one place that had never abandoned her. During that time, her love had finally grown old and died. She'd felt the moment when and come immediately. She'd waited as they'd taken him to Kansas. And now she watched as his widow laid a rose over his grave and slowly walked away.

Still she waited.

She waited until dusk settled and the grave watchers had long pressed the dirt and sod over the place that would be his final resting place. Only then did she slowly walk down the hill, to the tiny marker that waited for a marble one to take it's place. And only then did she kneel, open the bag and press the two, ancient gold coins into the dirt. And only then did she lay down on the grass and cry.



[Author's Note: Takes place in the far future. Anne & Sam divorced sixteen years after they were married, though she never stopped loving him. This, however, is how their story ended.]

If Aidan and Alexandra and, of course, Sam are a given, then this is my list:

Mother's tiara

The London house from Daddy

Shell necklace from Achilles

TARDIS key from the Doctor

The book from Admiral Bill Adama

Silver flower ring from Anteros

The belt from Deadpool

Wedding ring - Loki's

Wedding ring - Nicholas' (though she gave back the engagement ring)

Wedding ring - James'

Wedding ring - Sam's

antigone_grace: I could learn to be a lawyer, too.
wnchestrgeekboy: You could. Its alot of hard work.
antigone_grace: I don't mind hard work.
wnchestrgeekboy: Its alot of studying and memorizing
antigone_grace: Darling, what are you trying to say? I have an excellent memory.
wnchestrgeekboy: You might get bored with it, that's all. It's not very exciting.
antigone_grace: You think I only like things that are exciting.
wnchestrgeekboy: *realizes he's been digging his own grave* Uh, no?
antigone_grace: That's what you said. That I'd get bored and give it up because it's studying and memorizing things.
wnchestrgeekboy: *redfaced* Um, uh...
antigone_grace: *raises a single eyebrow* Nevermind, it was a thought. Something to do with the day.
wnchestrgeekboy: I love you?
antigone_grace: Thank you.
wnchestrgeekboy: If you want to go to college, I'll help you.
antigone_grace: I don't think that would be a very good idea. College, not your helping. Though, your help wouldn't be a very good idea, either.
wnchestrgeekboy: *confused face* Why not?
antigone_grace: Because, Sam. It's a lot of memorizing. Your help wouldn't be a good idea because you would get frustrated with me very easily, I think.
wnchestrgeekboy: I think you're right. I'm a horrible teacher.
antigone_grace: I lasted one class before. I'll... wait.
wnchestrgeekboy: Okay.
antigone_grace: *gives him a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes* Thank you for your advice.
wnchestrgeekboy: *knows he's in trouble* Love you.
antigone_grace: *disappears*

Cinderella:
One of your parents is dead
You are expected to do a lot of chores
You love to dress up
You love animals
You are waiting patiently for your Prince Charming
Your mom is really strict
You have sisters who seem kind of jealous of you
You’re afraid to speak your mind sometimes
You have left your shoes at a friend’s house before
You have blonde hair
TOTAL: 2

Belle:
You’ve kissed someone your friends didn’t like
You’ve been lost in the forest
You love to read
You are not shy at all, and not afraid to speak your mind
One of your family members is a bit weird
You have done volunteer work
You have a wild imagination
You love to take care of people in need
You’ve rejected at least one person when they’ve asked you out
TOTAL: 6

Jasmine:
You are very clever
You’ve been with someone way different from you
You’re unique and different from everyone else
You’d never marry someone just because they were rich
You have set a lot of goals for yourself
You don’t have a lot of friends
You’re independent
You are wealthy
Your parents try to control your life.
TOTAL: 9

Ariel:
Your parents expect a lot from you
You really try to follow the rules, but it’s hard for you
You’re a bit of a trouble maker
You’re the youngest in your family or in the last 2
You have a lot of sisters
You collect something
You have/had long hair
You have/had a pet fish
You’re extremely curious
You believe everything people tell you/you’re a bit gullible
TOTAL: 6

Snow White:
You know that you’re beautiful
Sometimes it seems like your mom is jealous of you
You’ve almost been killed
You have at least seven good friends
You’ve had food poisoning
You have/had short hair
You get along with almost everyone
All of your friends are different
You love to have a good time
You’re happier when you’re out of the house than in
TOTAL: 6

Mulan:
You can be a tomboy sometimes
People wish you could be a bit more girly
You’ve pretended to be someone you’re not
You’ve had a physical fight with someone
You have/had considered running away from home
Your parents try to plan your life out
A lot of your friends are boys
You sometimes find yourself in bad situations
You love your family so much that you’d do anything to protect them
TOTAL: 4

Aurora:
You live/have lived with someone other than your parents
You almost died at a very young age
You are gentle, loving, and/or thoughtful
You have a decent singing voice
You like to sleep in late on the weekends
You spend most of your time outside
You’re adopted
Pink is one of your favorite colors
TOTAL: 4

Pocahontas:
You love to walk around big cities
You are more spiritual than religious
You’ve been in an interracial relationship
One of your family members is dead
Your parents are very protective of you
Someone you know has been in war
You love nature
You have/had black hair
You would love to move somewhere exotic and beautiful
You’re very adventurous
TOTAL: 6


Princess I am the most like: Jasmine (8)
Princess I am the least like: Cinderella (2)

Me to Dean's Mun: Anne wants to have a daughter, right? She told Sam that since Dean got two at once? She's just gonna go ask him. :-P

doubleup: Over my dead body, lady.
antigone_grace: I just want you to make another one, what's so difficult?
doubleup: ... no.
antigone_grace: *A LOOK*
doubleup: Yeah, yeah, go be grumpy on my brother.
antigone_grace: You know I love you. *winks*
doubleup: Yup. And I'm still not knocking you up.
antigone_grace: *sighs* Fine. But I bet Sam'd do it for Bela if she asked nice. *huffy*
doubleup: I'm pretty sure Bela would shoot him again if he touched her.
antigone_grace: ... now that COULD be fun. :-D
doubleup: *pats her on the back* I'm going to go find my penis that you scared off. You have fun being you, you crazy diamond.
antigone_grace: *laughs* Oh, Dean. You're such a cute cupcake. *kisses his cheek, bounces off*

Dean's Mun: He likes her, but he's genuinely terrified of her. XD

[OOC: This was a fic written for me by the mun of Admiral Adama on LJ for my birthday one year (2006) during the time in which Anne & the good Admiral had spent a good deal of time being very close friends. I thought the fic was lost but then I found it in an old email.]
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CAUSE AND EFFECT


The Battle of Canceron, it would eventually be called. The Battle for Canceron was more like it ... the first battle in the Cylon War where the Colonials not only inflicted heavy damage on their mechanical foes, they actually forced their retreat from an entire frakking planet.

The giddiness after the long, grueling fight was thus more than understandable, particularly where the Cancerons themselves were concerned. Saner heads both on the ground and on the three battlestars in orbit figured that they had 48 hours to let the celebratory insanity reign before they had to prepare for consequences and new battles. 48 hours would allow the populace of a grateful planet the chance to fete their heroes, both their own ground-pounders and the crews of the Atlantia, Columbia and Galactica, who had distinguished themselves so well.

And amongst all the soldiers in the massive battle, none had distinguished themselves more than a certain hotshot pilot named Lieutenant William "Husker" Adama.

Being a pilot held a certain cachet to begin with. That set of wings Viper jocks wore was certain to start gleams of admiration in the eyes of either gender, but when Husker's flight mates started circulating stories about the lunatic maneuvers he'd used to rack up a record number of raider kills, Bill soon found himself at the center of an ongoing circle of attention. It moved with him from bar to bar, and while no one in a uniform was even allowed to pay for their alcohol that night, he was presented with an ongoing stream of drinks, cigars, card games and fascinated female company without making any effort whatsoever.

That didn't mean he wasn't surprised when it happened.

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Me: NO.
Anne: *wheedles*
Me: HELL no.
Anne: *wheeeeeedles*
Me: Are you KIDDING?! Did you see what she said?!
Anne: So?
Me: You have issues.
Anne: And a palace where time stops for everyone. A very large bed. Endless room service. Relaxation and decadence for miles.
Me: OHMYGODS, NO.
Anne: Bitch.
Me: You.


/cryptic

antigone_grace: Porn?
wnchestrgeekboy: Yeah...*shame*
antigone_grace: ... oh. *nods* Hmm.
wnchestrgeekboy: Man's gotta do...you know, and all that.
antigone_grace: Gotta do? *curious*
wnchestrgeekboy: I didn't have an incredibly sexy and delcious girlfriend...like you...to uh, distract me.
antigone_grace: Distract you. From?
wnchestrgeekboy: *sighs, gives up* From being incredibly horny and having no time to meet anyone to help me out with it.
antigone_grace: *nods slowly... and then-* Sam?
wnchestrgeekboy: Yeah, honey?
antigone_grace: What's porn?

antigone_grace: Be as offended as you need to be. It's true. Both of you.
msg_ina_bottle: I am not sickly, lovey
antigone_grace: Mm-hmmm.
msg_ina_bottle: I'm not!
antigone_grace: Mm-hmmm.
msg_ina_bottle: I'm also not talking to you...still
antigone_grace: You're the one that'll lose out. Goodbye, Hermes.
msg_ina_bottle: Oh...oh you always do that.
antigone_grace: *leaves*

Dear Dean,

How do I tell your brother that I love having sex with him? And not just once or twice, but that he really knows how to pound it all the time. Like, EVERY SINGLE TIME he lays it to me, I'm screaming his name, if not out loud, then definitely on the inside. Hintsplz?

Love,
Anne

wnchestrgeekboy: Moooooom? Can you explaaaaaain all this girl stuffff?
antigone_grace: Why can't YOU explain it?
wnchestrgeekboy: It's girl stuff.
antigone_grace: But you like girls.
wnchestrgeekboy: Of course I do, but there are certain things other women would be better at explaining them to you, babe
antigone_grace: But I trust you. And I'm kind of scared of your mother.

( From there, it goes NC-17 )

Antigone DIDN’T drink. Ask anyone. She stuck to juice and to water. She HATED the taste of alcohol. But tonight…

“OOH! It’s MY turn,” she said, practically slurring her words as she polished off her third- (fourth?!) drink and stumbled headed for the stage.

She took the microphone from the man and adjusted herself until she was standing center stage in the middle of the karaoke bar. Peering out into the darkness she could BARELY see the dark head out there and she gave a cheerful wave. Having given her request on a slip of paper to the DJ almost thirty minutes before, she was TOTALLY ready for this.

The opening notes of the song played and she put a serious!business look on her face.

You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye in the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner
They'd be your partner, and....

She burst into a huge smile, not slurring her words at ALL.

You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?

Really into what she was doing now, she began swaying her hips and really getting into the song. By the last verse, she was practically giggling and completely not caring who saw what.

But you gave away the things you loved, and one of them was me...

She summoned a drink to the corner where she had perched herself after the last chorus and lifted it to her lips, taking a drink before the last bit.

Well I hear you went up to Saratoga and your horse naturally won
Then you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia to see the total eclipse of the sun
Well, you're where you should be all of the time
And when you're not you're with
Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend
Wife of a close friend, and....
You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you...

At the end, to some applause, she took a deep bow and headed back to her seat where she polished off what could have been her fifth drink. She wasn’t counting any more since she couldn’t taste the alcohol any more.

”That was fun, I wanna go again!” She exclaimed. Her companion broke out into laughter.

“Oh, Annie. If I’d have known getting you drunk was going to be THIS much fun, I’d have done it years ago.”

Anne just laughed. Breaking up was hard to do, but not when Auntie Eris was around


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Antigone Grace
Mythology
296 Words (not including lyrics)
And just like Carly, she's not telling!
Thanks to Eris' mun for finding this for me! ♥
Originally posted: 8/23/07

1. NEWEST ICON

'Depressed'. It works for her current state of mind in UTR.

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wnchestrgeekboy: Never...? You mean that?
antigone_grace: Marriage does not work for me.
wnchestrgeekboy: oh.
antigone_grace: There's a phrase: Third times a charm? *points to Nicholas* That is clearly not true.
wnchestrgeekboy: right.
antigone_grace: And the first time? Didn't even count. I was TRICKED into that one.
wnchestrgeekboy: i see.
antigone_grace: ... what?
wnchestrgeekboy: Nothing. S'just good to know.
antigone_grace: It hates me. Probably because Hera loathed Daddy.
wnchestrgeekboy: I can't imagine marrying anyone but you.
antigone_grace: I know that in light of recent events you may find this hard to believe, but from the moment you sent me home that first night? I knew I wanted to spend the rest of your life with you. And though I've been trying to get rid of the husband I have for the last nine months, if I WERE to get married again, Sam? It would have been to you.
wnchestrgeekboy: You won't let me marry you.
antigone_grace: Is that a statement or a question?
wnchestrgeekboy: Both.
antigone_grace: You don't want to marry me, Sam. Not now. You're a romantic. And I'm afraid that you're afraid that I might leave. That's all.
wnchestrgeekboy: I have to uh, go make sure things are in order for tomorrow.
antigone_grace: Can I ask you one more question first?
wnchestrgeekboy: Anything.
antigone_grace: Is there a reason you're in a hurry to marry me now?
wnchestrgeekboy: I've been thinking about it, and now with the baby, its...
antigone_grace: Tradition.
wnchestrgeekboy: Love.
antigone_grace: You love the baby, you're angry with me and I should have said goodbye to Nicholas the right way a very long time ago. I'm sorry I didn't. Now you feel obligated to me in ways you shouldn't and I feel horrible for lying and there is a party you have to set up for. I shouldn't keep you.
wnchestrgeekboy: You're right.
wnchestrgeekboy: I'll call you tomorrow.
antigone_grace: I thought you were- Very well. Call me.

It's while laying on the cool tile of the very spacious bathroom on the second floor of the Winchester's spacious mansion that it dawns on Antigone.

She's an awful girlfriend. If not now, then she will be soon. She will soon be the worst girlfriend to ever girlfriend and the thought fills her with another bout of nausea that has nothing to do with the tiny pea lodged in her uterus.

Speaking of the pea-sized thing, she's terrified of that, too. Before, she had a certain knowledge that things would be perfect. She didn't fear for the infant thing that would appear from her body. She knew then that it would be the perfect combination of her and Anteros and that it would, if not love her (because she wondered if Erastos did), but follow some kind of respect and that would be that. But now? Now she has to worry if, in her mortal state, she's going to disappoint Sam with something less than the perfection he deserves. If, and here terror sets in, her child will cause her pain. Will hurt her. Not just physically, but emotionally as well.

Not only that, her mind continues without her permission as she rolls over to get more comfortable, but she's reminded that she can't cook (her one attempt at a ham from scratch ended in the near fatal fire at her New Jersey house) and she has a wardrobe that consists of two dresses and a tank top. Nothing to go on her backside.

She feels tears spring to her eyes and she wipes them with one hand. No matter what Psyche says, no matter what her father says, there is nothing she wouldn't have done to spare Sam the heartache of losing his father. That includes going through the humiliation of being the worst girlfriend ever. Naked, if need be.


Antigone Grace
323 Words

kallisti_eris: I take it things are back to calm winds again.
antigone_grace: I'm mortal and was sexxing without condoms.
kallisti_eris: Oh, well. Little Sammy and Annies may very well be on the way then.
antigone_grace: MORTAL ones
kallisti_eris: Unless you do as Achilles' mother did. Although do remember to get the heel, yes?
antigone_grace: I think Sam strives for normal.
kallisti_eris: Compensating for the lack-there-of in his life, I'd guess.
antigone_grace: Can you blame him? Although, I'm not sure mortality suits ME, Aunt Eris.
kallisti_eris: Considering you DIED the last time you were mortal, Annie darling, I'd say it's terrible on you.
antigone_grace: Was that the last time or the time before?
kallisti_eris: I thought it was the last, although perhaps it was the time before. In either case, I'd rather have a live niece than a dead one, so do be careful this time around. I hate having to talk with the Fates and their six word riddles.
antigone_grace: The last was the TARDIS, the time before was Loki and his stupid plan and thieving MY SHELL.
kallisti_eris: Oh, yes, that's right. Loki really is quite the pain, isn't he?
antigone_grace: NOT AMUSING, Aunt. Not at all.
kallisti_eris: Oh, Annie, I was being quite serious.
antigone_grace: I am AWARE that he's a pain. You know, how he murdered my father?
kallisti_eris: *darkly* Quite.

The sun beat down on the sidewalk, a beautiful New York day. Helen strolled down the sidewalk on her way to the precinct with a smile on her face. She tilted her head back, eyes closed, to bask in the bright warmth that flowed down. Apollo had been good to her, today of all days, and she practically skipped down the street. The low-heeled sandals she wore to compliment her jeans were just high enough to make a bit of a clacking sound as she sauntered along.
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