#eurydice

a-star-in-the-night:

Eurydice: Kinda makes you wonder how it feeeeels

Everyone else:

Eurydice from Hades is PEAK character design

sorry for all the depressing stuff lately, I’m just trying to deal with things

Irene - “Annabel Lee” by Edgar Allan Poe

I was a child and she was a child,

  In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love—

  I and my Annabel Lee

Seulgi - “Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines” by Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms

I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

Wendy - “Eurydice” by H.D.

so for your arrogance

I am broken at last,

I who had lived unconscious,

who was almost forgot

Joy - “Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night” by Dylan Thomas

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Yeri - “Pretty” by Stevie Smith

Cry pretty, pretty, pretty and you’ll be able   

Very soon not even to cry pretty

And so be delivered entirely from humanity   

This is prettiest of all, it is very pretty.

really wish my brain would actually let me be happy for once

Hadestown (Original Broadway Cast Recording) is coming. :)

Wait For Me II / Wait For Me (From Hadestown Trailer) - Eva Noblezada & Reeve Carney

imagine being loved by me

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Good riddance

To all the thieves

To all the fools that stifled me

They’ve come and gone

And passed me by

Good riddance

To all

I return to dusk now.

my Orpheus gone

my love all

in shadow.

some cruel Eurydice I have become

stilted, in still air abandoned

amidst a boy’s failed

saviour complex.

mouth bitter from biting tongues

a throat filled with bones

caging words that dare jump

from a wounded heart.

I cannot locate the source

of this ache.

therkalexander:

Book Three in the Hades and Persephone series. Seventy years have passed since Elysion was created, and Persephone’s efforts to conceive a child with Hades have been in vain. But a secret rite on Samothrace might bend the Fates and give her all that they have dreamed of, or pave a path of untold suffering.

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Chapter 8

Wind battered the west wall of the temple and guttered the torches. The winter had been a stormy one, a hard start to the season. The Thracians had worried that there hadn’t been enough sacrifices to Zeus at the Spring of Midas, The Arcadians swore that Poseidon had whipped up the seas in anger, and the Athenians worried that they hadn’t sent enough propitiations to Eleusis for Demeter.

But the summer had been kind to all. There were bountiful stores of grain— not just on Samothrace, but in every small village and great city in Hellas, Thrace, the islands and cities beyond. Orpheus stared out at the pool that dominated the center of the atrium. The oculus above and the slender clerestory windows had been sealed shut for winter, covered by tar-thatched reeds and battened down with hempen rope. It would keep the place warm for anyone seeking sanctuary. He reached the twelfth brazier and stoked it with an iron poker, the heat grown heavy beneath his woolen himation.

“Where did you hear the name Zagreus, hymnist?”

Every hair on his neck stood up. Orpheus stopped in his tracks and held his breath.

“Tell me.”

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