i love when tragedies are like “the love was there. it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that the love was there”
a house is a home but a house is alive but a house is a prison but a house is a graveyard but a house is a caregiver but a house is an emancipation but a house is a monster but the house loves you and the house will not let you go
what did jesus do?, adam gopnik // archeology, myriam fraga (trans. chloe hill) // sacrifice: a problem for theology, simone weil // amor fati, ruth awad // xx, alex lemon // the secret history, donna tartt // music from a burning piano, traci brimhall // her body and other parties, carmen maria machado // eating snake, margaret atwood // saturday night special, natasha oladokun.
[Two Pry drag her to her feet and twist her arms behind her back. From both sides, the sharp tongue of a dagger presses against Alice's neck.
Hemera strides past them, accompanied by her guards. In front of Isaac, she stops. "You will accept the majciam," she says, "or you will watch your friends fall to their deaths one by one before you are allowed to follow them. The winds that carry us will not hold the weight of your guilt."
"You have wings," Alice snaps. Claws dig into her scalp and pull her head back, baring her throat. She bares her teeth in return, and trembles in the grip of the Pry.
Isaac has turned pale. He looks at Alice.
"No," she says, straining against the hands that hold her, and flinches when sharp steel bites into her neck.
Isaac's chin trembles. "I accept," he says quietly.
Blades pierce Alice's skin, guilt pierces her lungs. She cranes her neck until she can look at Aris. "Please," she begs, "he's not a soldier. Don't make him fight."
There's pity in her eyes, sorrow even, but she shakes her head. "Keta is an experienced majci," she says. "She will grant him a quick and painless death."
Alice turns away from her.
"A majciam is fought with swords or daggers," Hemera says. "The choice is yours."
For a moment, determination flashes over Isaac's face. As Alice gets dragged out of the halls, he stays behind.
He chooses the daggers, and the doors fall closed.]
I couldn’t decide if I wanted to draw mermaids, or drawing something inspired by Alfonse Mucha’s beautiful sketches. So then I thought: Why not both? These flowy underwater ladies were the result. Do you ever mix and match your inspirations?
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