𝕳.

Τὸ πεπρωμένον φυγεῖν ἀδύνατον.

[️️ ️️️️️️️️️ @ichortale]

growing up and seeing your parents’ flaws is like losing your religion. i don’t believe in god anymore. i don’t believe in my father, either.

[𝕳. @OLYMPIST]

‘Tis quiet.

[𝕳. @OLYMPIST]

Lions have teeth. Hercules had wine. Neither, in truth, possessed the patience to withstand the other. By the time the sun had set, the amphora was empty and the beast lay asleep beneath an aged olive tree. Hercules had acquired three new scars, and he had absolutely no regrets.

[𝕳. @OLYMPIST]

@bronzewinghelm He drank. The wine was mortal. Young. Unremarkable. A bastardisation of the majesty he was once accustomed to. But, almost strangely, it was good. And, for but a moment, that was enough.

[𝕳. @OLYMPIST]

@bronzewinghelm “Thou hast crossed heavens, shattered mountains, wrestled with things that crawled from the dark between worlds, and yet a little contemplation upon Ὄλυμπος is sufficient to convince thee I have gone mad!” ——

[𝕳. @OLYMPIST]

@bronzewinghelm Hercules watched it for a moment, before turning his cobalt gaze upon Thor.

“Come, brother. Let us have thy wine.”

[𝕳. @OLYMPIST]

@bronzewinghelm Its wheels disturbing dust that had known neither hero nor god. The world continued with the thoughtless persistence of things that had never known Ὄλυμπος, or those who called it home. ——

[𝕳. @OLYMPIST]

@bronzewinghelm “But today, brother, there is silence.”

[𝕳. @OLYMPIST]

@bronzewinghelm His hands returned to the dirt. Bronze scraped against stone. It was as though he buried himself here, at the Ara Maxima, trying to excavate the truth of something he had banished from memory centuries ago. ——