Knowing she won’t be answered, Cassandra begs: “Kill me.”
The words come out and Cassandra understands them not by the tongue that speaks them, but by how Clytemnestra covers up the breaking of her voice by dropping into a whisper, and how the blade’s tip moves, waveringly, to the ground.
birthday fanart for @diasparagmos of their hauntingly gorgeous Clytemnestra/Cassandra fic, Misericord! good classics fanfic is always hard to come by and my friend knocked it out of the damn park :’)

















