chasinglilyevans

name megaera

age twenty-three

timezone est

house slytherin

star sign scorpio

was it my fault? for loving what couldn’t be reached? many people would say that it was all a tragedy. but i knew the agony i would face, i knew i would burn. yet i let you reduce me to ashes. melt my WINGS to my flesh. how could a mere human ever fly so hard by a god? the great apollo, high on his golden throne, gifted me with wings to reach for the daystar- but they were too frail, too fragile, they weren’t meant to bear your splendor. thus the strings loosened, feathers floated, fiercely burning, and melted wax scorched my skin, to forever display my pride. you never meant to hurt me, but there was nothing you could do. so you watched helplessly as i fell, fell, fell, fell into the unforgiving deep. gods called it arrogance, but I was not afraid. no, i laughed the whole way down. because even for second, my fingerprints met the sun’s, and as for all u have fallen, still i flew. flying, failing, falling.
. —modern tragedy, or the end of a triumph by expirarium

greek tragedy

weasleyrose:

“Your brother defeated my uncle Jaime. My mother says it was treachery and deceit. She wept when she heard. Women are all weak, even her, though she pretends she isn’t. She says we need to stay in King’s Landing in case my other uncles attack, but I don’t care. After my name day feast, I’m going to raise a host and kill your brother myself. That’s what I’ll give you, Lady Sansa. Your brother’s head.”
Sansa VI, A Game of Thrones