#brickhousebuck

[pencap]

Bring me a hero, and I will show you  a damned angel: Lucifer turned not monstrous but pitiful:      a seraph robbed of their wings      a demigod deprived of ambrosia      a favoured son cast aside and exiled. The world is so quick to turn its back upon those that saved it      but your saviour is still handcuffed to the sword and the shield.   Bring me a hero, and I will show you a tired soldier: the prodigal son who wasted a fortune he didn't know he had    the splendor of innocence, the invulnerability of youth, and no longer knows how to walk back across burned bridges to greener pastures where respite awaits with beckoning arms.   Bring me a hero, and I will show you a frightened child: a boy dragged from back alley fistfights into battlefields,  a girl who had to learn to wear blood like lipstick and nail polish. a lost soul, no more than ten or twenty,      a sweet little thing, still recoiling yet from the horror of it all      a pleading child, still screaming with terror and desperation a mere kid who was never granted the time to grow up.

there are no heroes in a world where heroes can’t die ( j.p. ) || insp. 

[dailyavengers]

[marveldaily]

The point is that when I see a sunset or a waterfall or something, for a split second it's so great, because for a little bit I'm out of my brain, and it's got nothing to do with me.

[pencap]

Darling, what can I say?  I loved you. I did. With every beat of this bloodsoaked heart, With every breath of these hollowed lungs, With every step of these burdened bones, I loved you.  I did.    But darling, what can I say? I loved you first,  but perhaps she loved you better--      deeper, purer, sweeter, softer. And you loved me      and you loved her and we all prayed to everything in the sky      for a forgiving end      for a tender conclusion.    But darling, what can I say?   The Sky is just a bruised heart full of sighing breaths and clouded memories and the Sun only has eyes for the love she lost to the depths of the Sea and the Stars are too busy shooting themselves out of the night      seeking desperate their own gentle close           in some promised land of stardust and supernovas and a thousand other lovers are begging       for a forgiving end      for a tender conclusion.   So darling, what can I say?   Like every other soulmate       in every other love story-- I loved you. I did.

just another goddamn tragedy ( j.p. )

[pencap]

here, let me show you this body of mine. i know that you tell me you will love me no matter what horror stories my scars have to tell-- i know, i know, i know, but i  just want to be sure.   i just want you to know what you're promising before you promise it and it lies between us like a field of eggshell landmines daring me to trample my broken way across them.   see this: this is my throat, and it only knows how to make rasping screams like a vulture because of all the smoke i swallowed from all the bridges that i burned. but i swear-- i swear i was just trying to get warm. i was so cold and i didn't know what i was burning until all that was left was smoke in my lungs and a trail of ashes on the water--   and see the thing is, ashes make terrible trails,      worse even than breadcrumbs, and i didn't know how to go back home, and ashes make terrible bricks,      worse even than straw, and i didn't know how to build another bridge again.   and this, feel this: this is my hand and all my fingers are callused from all those times i squeezed the trigger shooting down stars from the night sky. but listen, i was so lost and so desperate, and i just needed a star to wish on, that's all.   that's all.   i wasn't trying to leave the sky dark, i promise, and i wasn't trying to be greedy. i just needed a shooting star to wish on, and maybe, just to hold in my hands for a few precious seconds while it died.   but now i look up at the night sky and there are no stars left--      not to point me back north,      not to draw constellations with,      not to wish upon ever again. and now, you know, i look over my shoulders and there isn't even a wall of smoke      or a trail of ashes      or even the shadow of a footstep to tell me where i came from.   so that's why i am standing      here           now.

why are you s t i l l here? ( j.p. )

[pencap]

here, my love,  is a flower in your name to remember all the soft gentleness of you:      the way you loved sunshine at all hours of the day      the way you smiled exuberance like all of life was yours to live       the way you shined like a river in midday light   from your fallen blood, my love, i raise new beauty for you.   and here, my love,  is a battle in your name to remember all the fierce strength of you:      the way you chased the winds without pause      the way you climbed mountains like the skies were yours to conquer      the way you wore crowns and robes like a helmet and armour   i defy death, my love, and dare the gods to take your soul from me.

Alas! Alas! -- apollo and hyacinth ( j.p. )

[pencap]

See, son, you are a blizzard,      born of a hailstorm. you are an inferno,      born of a hellfire. you are a marble statue,      born of a carved stone. ah, my golden-haloed iron-voiced son, listen to my rusting words: you and i are not that different.  you and i are really all the same. you burn just like i do. you freeze just like i do. you are just as immovable as i am,      just as unstoppable as i am. i did want you to be different, you know. i did try to teach you to be better. but i suppose wildfire can do nothing but spread.  i suppose icestorms can do nothing but frost. i suppose marble can do nothing but be sculpted or shattered.  i suppose a wolf can do nothing but raise a wolf.  maybe that's why we couldn't help but fall          a                   p                a                       r       t

like father, like son, as they always say ( j.p. )

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must it always be a tragedy? the Boy asked the Sky. must I always lose him? must he always leave? must we never learn to fly together? it's always been a tragedy, the Stars replied.  that's just the way it has always been, and it always will be. we've watched over a thousand lives,  a million stories,  but the ones like you? it's always a tragedy. it's called Fate,  the Sun said. and there's nothing you can do about it.  I loved a Boy once too, you see,  but I lost him.  I lost him too.

how could a Boy do what the Sun couldn’t? ( j.p. )