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“My blood suddenly knows you are gone It is shouting your name It runs down to the ends of my fingers looking for you”

— From This Is a Love Poem by Mary Fell 

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...so...starter call?

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mortshe​:

reaping  claws  cling  to  the  eminent  scythe ,  occupying  her  prosthetic  ,  her  false  hand  ,  leaving  only  cool  flesh  available  for  the  prince  to  touch  .  she  allows  it  ,  though  her  fingers  tremble  ever  so  slightly  ,  uncertain  if  she  should  remove  herself  ,  cut  herself  off  from  joy  so  as  to  maintain  a  professional  look  .  and  yet  ,  nothing  about  this  is  professional  .

what  if  he  only  reaches  out  to  her  in  sympathy  ?  what  if  he  does  not  feel  the  same  ?

for  all  zagreus  is  open  regarding  his  emotional  responses  ,  he  is  also  unfailingly  polite  .  to  let  her  save  face  at  this  time is  something  he  would  do  .  her  fingers  flinch  ,  in  part  because  his  touch  is  a  brand  ,  BURNING  with  life  that  makes  her  fangs  ache  and  throat  dry  .

she  is  floating  ,  as  she  usually  does  .  it  brings  her  to  the  taller  god’s  eye  level  ,  though  she  is  still  prepared  to  hide  and  teleport  if  she  must  .  her  hood  only  partially  obscures  the  tension  in  her  aureate  eyes  ,  long  silvered  hair  beginning  to  lift  from  her  shoulders  in  uncertainty  ,  slight  duress.

❛  zagreus  ,  ❜  she  whispers  in  return  ,  her  soft  pronouncement  of  his  name  curling  between  them  like  ghosts  . 

she  would  be  the  first  to  admit  that  she  has  no  idea  what  she’s  doing  .  the  power  balance  between  her  and  zagreus  is  stacked  in  both  directions  ,  rendering  them  near  equals  .  the  easy  thing,  to  have  either  assert  control  of  the  situation  ,  feels  too  far  away  to  even  consider  .  this  is  a fucking  mess  ,  and  that’s  why  thanatos  tried  so  hard  to  keep  it  to  herself  .

she  just  can’t  ,  anymore  . 

(  oh  ,  there’s  so  much  they  need  to  discuss  .  there’s  so  much  he  doesn’t  know  ,  even  still  ;  so  much  he  doesn’t  understand  about  her  .  she  thinks  she  could  be  patient  enough  to  explain  .  she  thinks  she  could  do  it  .  )

zagreus  normally  is  the  verbose  one  ,  and  so  while  she’s  unaccustomed  to  saying  more  than  he  ,  now  words  especially  have  failed  her  . 

his  touch  burns  around  her  fingers  . 

she  likes  it  .

she floats before him, but he’s the one who feels weightless. he had no explanation for the weight that sat like a rock in his stomach until this moment. had no idea what he was holding onto until now. repeated memories of innocent moments playing out in his head suddenly snap into focus. he thought the fondness he felt for her was destined to be known to him alone.

her confession stirs courage within him, tugs at the corner of his mouth, releases whatever restraints he still has in place.

silver tendrils call to him, his free hand moving of its own accord, thumb light in its passes against her cheekbone, the rest of his fingers tentatively finding their place in her hair. he dares to pull her closer, gentle, gentle, in case she changes her mind ( gods, he hopes she won’t change her mind ). whatever doubts try to break through are stifled by the warmth that crawls along him, swallowed by the view before him.

they’d always toed the line, professional and personal, colleague and confidante; is she really ready to cross it for good? he figures he’ll ask as much, perhaps to the detriment of his own heart, but he can’t let the opportunity to see the other side slip away.

“   you’re sure?   ”

voice is soft, as if the moment is fragile, bound to shatter if he taps the glass in the wrong spot; as if it is only them in the world and he’s so desperate to keep it that way for a little while.

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from @mortshe : “   a   white   flag   waves   in   the   dark   between   my   head   and   my   heart  .   ” [ ↝ zagreus , confession times ?? ]

heterochromatic gaze studies features that are all too familiar and somehow new. her confession settles onto his skin, cooling the flames that threaten to consume him at any moment. all at once, everything snaps into place.

how many years had they been circling each other, in orbit around one another, but never close enough to touch?

it shouldn't come as a surprise that when they finally make contact, they fall into each other, they implode and brand new stars spring forth, threatening to embed their sparks into the fabric of night herself. gravity tugs at his ankles, gently teasing him with the knowledge it had been harbouring all along. realization upon realization dawns on him, each quickly retracted touch, lingering gaze, and whispered word suddenly making sense.

“ than... ”

the sound is reverent, syllable adopting a new taste on unusually tied tongue. he's not sure what to say. he's not even sure if the words exist. he's acutely aware, however, of the way the moment hangs between them. his fingers are gentle as they search for her own, hoping the touch expresses the sentiment that he hasn't been able to formulate yet.

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SLEEPING   AT   LAST   SENTENCE   STARTERS  .

“   my   mind   is   run   ragged   with   worst - case   scenarios  .   ” “   i   wake   up   so   worried  .   ” “   i’m   so   tired   of   being   afraid  .   ” “   what   would   it   feel   like   to   put   all   my   baggage   down  ?   ” “   if   i’m   being   honest ,   i’m   not   sure   i   know   how  .   ” “   i’m   ready   to   fight  .   ” “   maybe   i’m   stronger   than   i   realise  .   ” “   i   want   to   believe  .   ” “   i   was   made   to   become   a   sanctuary  .   ” “   the   fear   won’t   go   away ,   but   i   can   keep   it   at   bay  .   ” “   with   a   vigilant   heart   i’ll   push   through   the   dark  .   ” “   i’ll   learn   to   breathe   deep   and   make   peace   with   the   stars  .   ” “   i’ll   make   peace   with   the   stars  .   ” “   is   it   courage   or   faith   to   show   up   every   day  ?   ” “   somehow ,   we’ll   be   okay  .   ” “   don’t   be   afraid  .   ” “   our   bodies   are   fashioned   from   mere   dirt   and   dust  .   ” “   for   all   of   a   moment ,   we   get   to   be   glorious  .   ” “   maybe   i’m   hiding   behind   metaphor  .   ” “   maybe   my   heart   needs   to   break   to   be   sure  .   ” “   one   day   i’ll   wear   it   all   on   my   sleeve  .   ” “   i’ve   fallen   in   love   with   a   ghost  .   ” “   i   lost   my   balance   when   i   needed   it   most  .   ” “   this   blurry   photograph   is   proof  .   ” “   this   blurry   photograph   is   proof  .   of   what ,   i’m   not   sure ,   but   it   feels   like   the   truth  .   ” “   it’s   been   forever   since   i   came   up   for   air  .   ” “   flashlight   in   hand ,   and   i’m   determined   to   find   the   truth  .   ” “   what   if   we   already   are   who   we’ve   been   dying   to   become  ?   ” “   in   certain   light ,   i   can   plainly   see   a   reflection   of   magnificence   hidden   in   you   and   maybe   me  .   ” “   i   want   to   watch   the   universe   expand  .   ” “   i   want   to   break   the  universe   into   pieces  .   ” “   i   want   to   break   the   universe   into   pieces   small   enough   to   understand ,   then   put   it   all   back   together   again  .   ” “   i   can’t   put   my   mind   to   rest  .   ” “   i   can’t   help   but   second   guess   you  .   ”  “   i’m   hypnotised   by   this   anomaly  .   ” “   such   strange ,   uncharted   territory  .   ” “   a   white   flag   waves   in   the   dark   between   my   head   and   my   heart  .   ” “   my   armour   falls   apart ,   as   if   i   could   let   myself   be   seen  …   even   deeply   known  .   ” “   am   i   brave   enough   to   let   go  ?   ” “   i’ve   been   hanging   on   so   desperately  .   ”

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George Seferis, tr. by Edmund Keeley, Helen

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#ιѕтσяιαєη *ੈ˚ ༘✩ independent, low-activity, mutuals only, iconless multimuse of characters from gяєєк мутнσℓσgу. draws from multiple continuities including books, video games, and original ideas. told by elle (25+, est, she/her).

тαвℓє σƒ ¢σηтєηтѕ: im/mortality, life after death, destiny ( assigned or forged ? ), the true components of family, finding strength in perceived weakness, and how to twist the plot.

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✨ KAERA ✨ - a story of divinity just out of reach, the sting of mortal wounds against hardened skin, and the thrill of the ticking clock.

i. sex money feelings die - lykke li ;; ii. crying in the club - camilla cabello ;; iii. alors on danse - stromae ;; iv. greek tragedy - the wombats ;; v. lucid - rina sawayama ;; vi. eat spit - slush puppy, royal the serpent ;; vii. slow dancing in the dark - joji ;; viii. hey ya - outkast ;; ix. 2 die 4 - tove lo ;; x. backseat - charli xcx, carly rae jepsen ;; xi. find u again - mark ronson, camilla cabello ;; xii. dead to me - kali uchis ;; xiii. astronaut in the ocean - masked wolf ;; xiv. tell it to my heart - hozier, meduza, kream

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nyane lebajoa ❤️

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There is no escape

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This game❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥