the first time you see theseus, it’s not
love at first sight, but something close
enough. your mother sees a victim / your father
sees a fool and you with eyes on fire see the
clearest: theseus is a chance. theseus is opportunity. theseus could be freedom. (for both of us.)
so you give him a sword and a string,
tell him that the greatest heroes show mercy.
remind him who the real monsters are. he doesn’t
listen to a word you say; heroes never do.
when he returns with bloodstains and a broken horn, your heart clenches because you always hoped—but part of you knows this is right. part of
you knows asterion would rather have died a star in the dark.
// you remember his roar shattering
oceans, trembling hands signing sister, look what i’ve become! his eyes speak fear / fury and he
embodies everything broken. sometimes you forget how much he
Ariadne, Jericho, and his family been walking through the desert for several days now, trying to make their way back to Skyhold after they’d gotten pulled through a rift. Well, Ariadne wasn’t exactly walking. She’d broken her ankle and potentially her foot as well, and although she was stubborn enough to walk back, Jericho had threatened to carry her if she tried. So she was riding on Aph’s back with Aria, telling the girl stories and occasionally braiding her hair to keep herself busy.
But Ariadne could tell that Aph was getting tired, and Ariadne was getting rather tired of just sitting around. So the next day the were setting out, Ariadne used Aph as support to stand and began trying to limp forward. Yes, it hurt like a bitch. But she was used to sucking it up, so she swallowed back her winces and started limping onward.