Shhhh....They're Sleeping

“Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely?”

— The Secret History, Donna Tartt

was it casual when you shoved him off the cliff and then stood over his corpse watching the warmth and light slowly fade from his familiar blue eyes was it casual when his father said you made his son the happiest he'd ever seen his baby boy was it casual when his parents gave you the honor of being the pallbearer when you stood amongst his brothers and carried the corpse you'd made to the hollowed ground was it casual when you were so lost in your own mind standing above his grave that you smeared the dirt of his grave across your chest (you killed him. it doesn't mean you didn't love him.)

Well fed husband

Antinous: 🎶Only the ocean and I will know~🎶

Poseidon: THE OCEAN!? *Wheezing Ichor Filled Coughs* HELL NO! LEAVE ME OUT OF THIS!

Apollo: Please Uncle, you'll tear your stitches.

One Song Later

Ares: Athena, Imma be honest, I think I'm in love with him. I need him physically, emotionally, carnally. I need him in a way I've never needed a mortal before—

henry winter x reader headcanons:

he leaves you for someone in the greek class

Happy Birthday Chuuya 🥳 (also yes it's still his bday here ehe)

"study like henry winter" he probably didn't even know the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell

I spent like two hours in the waiting room reading TSH and like... I love them. All. Bunny, Henry... Richard is so fucking stupid, I love him, too. The twins just spewing out those lies they concocted probably in the dead of night in hushed whispers... Francis just being Francis and his stupid apartment-- but Bunny. I love Henry, I do, but Bunny! He's so... normal. Quirks, sure, but like if my friend wanted me to go on a three day fast for a whim, damn that grilled cheese looking hella tasty, ya feel?

"Henry Winter would've loved the notes app" No. Henry Winter didn't and will never love anything modern. He uses a fountain pen and isn't bothered by the ink, he even reads under candle light - for christ's sake, he uses and is obsessed with Latin, which is by the way, a dead language.

why is Richard sickly for like 95% of the book he's always complaining about being exhausted and faint and nauseous and riddled with headaches and his solution is LETS HAVE MORE PILLS AND ALCOHOL??

LIKE SIR PLEASE JUST EAT A VEGETABLE IM BEGGING U