this made me think “Hephaestus would also love us” and then I saw Hephaestus going on a forbidden journey to sunder Prometheus’s chains because without the gift of fire humans would never have learned the art of the forge. and he was already cast out of Olympus for being born with a disability, without fire in human hands he would have been so lonely, god of nothing and no one.
now they watch humans do these things together just beaming like two proud dads and occasionally calling Asclepius when shit goes sideways (“we love you, children! always wear your PPE!”)
It is February. Ice is general. One notices different degrees of ice. Its colors–blue white brown greyblack silver–vary. Some ice has core bits of gravel or shadow inside. Some is smooth as a flank, you cannot stand on it. Standing on it the wind goes thin, to shreds. All we wished for, shreds. The little ones cannot stand on it. Not one letter, not one stroke of a letter, can stand. Blindingly–what came through the world there–burns. It is February. Ice is general. One notices different degrees of ice.
Have you ever thought about the fact that Aziraphale has been in Crowley’s apartment and probably saw Ligur’s descorporation puddle, and that Crowley must have explained to him what happened, so Aziraphale realised that the holy water thermos he gave him was never suicide pills after all but what saved Crowley’s life ? Have you ever thought about how relieved he must have felt, knowing that he did the right choice to show up in his Bentley that night in 1967 ? Because I do quite often
