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After the gods of twilight fell, all that remained was a thick dusting of gold on someone's lashes.

"You want to see if my tears are made of gold? All right, I'll cry for you next time."

Inspired by Alexandre Cabanel's The Fallen Angel

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The Death of Icarus (b.1823-1889) by Alexandre Cabanel

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the vampire lestat // the fallen angel

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Alexandre Cabanel. ' Fallen Angel ', ca. 1847.

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Star Wars movies (1977 - ) // The Fallen Angel (detail) - Alexandre Cabanel, 1847

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Some of my favourite Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom art is by @malintfalch (on Instagram and Twitter).

This one in particular is so hauntingly beautiful to me. It's based on the famous painting "The Fallen Angel" by Alexandre Cabanel from 1847, one of my favourite paintings.

La Naissance de Vénus (The Birth of Venus), (Detail), (1863), by Alexandre Cabanel (French, 1823 – 1889), oil on canvas, 130 x 225 cm (51.1 x 88.5 in), Musée d'Orsay, Paris

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I know this sounds dramatic but George Russell is, to me, the perfect reading of Cabanel’s Fallen Angel.

Cabanel’s angel isn’t burning, isn’t raging, isn’t monstrous. He remains too beautiful, too luminous. What condemns him is not ugliness but the excess of humanity in his gaze, suspended between wounded pride and contained pain, a tear that never quite falls, a perfect body that no longer belongs to heaven and yet refuses to surrender to hell.

George lives in that same liminal space. He carries an aesthetic of purity that people insist on mistaking for fragility, too pretty, too polished, too posh. “Prince.” “Princess.” As if delicacy cancels ambition. As if emotional control means the absence of fury. What’s there, instead, is repression. Not emptiness.

Cabanel painted an angel who remembers heaven. George is someone who remembers what was promised to him. The angel is reclining, but not defeated. George looks calm, but never passive. There’s a quiet tension in the body, in the eyes, in the way he occupies space without asking, a well-mannered rage, pain dressed properly, a pride that doesn’t shout because it knows that when it does, it will be irreversible. And maybe that’s what binds them most closely. They are not figures of spectacular downfall, but figures of waiting.

And maybe this is where the wanting comes in. I want George to be champion. Not as redemption, not as a narrative arc neatly resolved, but because waiting should not be a permanent state. Because dignity deserves reward. Because some falls are only pauses and some angels deserve to rise on their own terms.

Cabanel would have understood.