icarus flew.
what is a beautiful mortal tragedy?
Aphrodite giggles, playing with her hair that has oceans tucked away and stars tangled in her curls, “When one falls in love with himself. Let him stare at his reflection, admiring the beauty, wondering why he can never kiss his love. Never leaving his place to go eat, drink, talk, until he wastes away. When he realises it is himself he is in love with, he will kill himself, and blossoms will grow where his blood stains. ”
what is a beautiful mortal tragedy?
Hera speaks in her stately manner, head bowed. “You rob the mortal of her voice. She becomes the shadow behind, echoing her love’s voice over and over again. Yet because she is a shadow, nobody can see her and so she is left to fade away, until only her voice is left, repeating ‘I love you’ over and over, her gentle words growing quieter and quieter but never gone.”
what is a beautiful mortal tragedy?
Zeus confidently answers, scratching his beard that has storms hidden within, “Grant him immortality, as he has fallen in love with a goddess. Yet his lover forgets to grant her mortal love eternal youth. As she stays forever young, he withers away, yet he cannot die. His wife leaves him for young love, and yet he stays on earth, bathed in his sorrows. The gods cannot grant him back his mortality, so he sings his song of regret, remembering who he used to be, and his voice carries, singing on, and on, and on. And he grows older, and older and older.”
what is a beautiful mortal tragedy?
Hades exhales, his deep voice lowered, leaving chills, “When a mortal loses the love of his life. When he is offered by the god of death himself his lover, yet as they ascend to earth from the underworld, he becomes doubtful and looks back, and his love disappears forever, back into the clutches of death. For nobody can escape death. Even if death tells them they can. There is one life, and one death. And what happened to the mortal? He sang of his loss, making everyone and everything in his path cry from the beautiful sadness of his song, until one day he was ripped apart by a tribe of women. His scattered limbs were found by the goddesses of the arts and his lyre was hung among the stars. ”
what is a beautiful mortal tragedy?
Apollo closes his eyes, running his fingers through his golden locks. “Have him fall in love with a god. Let him soar in his fantasies, and kiss him awake. That kiss will ignite his feathers, honeyed wax burning scars into his skin. And he will laugh at his foolish love as he plummets into the dark depths of the ocean, his broken wings of dreams drowning along with him.”
what is a beautiful mortal tragedy?
Man sighs. He looks up at the sky, at Apollo’s shining glory, the god of the sun, who looks down upon the death of a winged boy who naively thought he could be with the sun. “People love to dwell on tragedies. Gods, mortals, they all love wings that burn and boys who fall. We often think of how Icarus fell, but we never realise that Icarus flew. There is nothing tragic about knowing that you grazed the bottom of Apollo’s golden chariot and Poseidon’s deepest pearls of sands.
the greatest tragedy is not that we die, it is that we forget to live.”
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