#adonis
Bertel Thorvaldsen. Adonis.(1808/32)
Neue Pinakothek, Munich (on the photo Munich Glyptothek)
imagine if when silena found out charles was dead red and pink anemone flowers sprouted from the ground everytime one of her tears fell, mirroring the death of adonis and her mother’s grief when she found him dead
now regardless of the fact that they had broken up: imagine anemone flowers sprouting around jason’s body as piper’s tears fell while she held on to him trying desperately to charmspeak him into waking up
“Never regret thy fall, O Icarus of the fearless flight,
for the greatest tragedy of them all, is never to feel the burning light.”
-Oscar Wilde
“[…] as one in a trance, at a Greek gem carved with the figure of Adonis.
He had been seen, so the tale ran, pressing his warm lips to the marble brow of an antique statue that had been discovered in the bed of the river on the occasion of the building of the stone bridge, and was inscribed with the name of the Bithynian slave of Hadrian.
He had passed a whole night in noting the effect of the moonlight on a silver image of Endymion.”
Oscar Wilde, A House of Pomegranates