#revelry
Ivy
Like all evergreens, the ivy is immortality and eternal life; it is also revelry; clinging dependence; attachment; constant affection; friendship.
Christian: Everlasting life; death and immortality; fidelity.
Egyptian: ‘The plant of Osiris’, immortality.
Greek: Sacred to Dionysos who is crowned with ivy and whose cup is an 'ivy cup’; his thyrsus is encircled with ivy and one of his emblems is a post sprouting ivy leaves.
Semetic: Sacred to the Phrygian Attis; immortality. The ivy-leaf is phallic, depicting the male trinity.
[Source: An Illustrated Encyclopedia of Traditional Symbols by J.C. Cooper]
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dusk and dawn rope spark and revelry into one of their plays- the dark and golden knights (dusk and dawn, respectively) battle for the attention of the rose prince (spark), until they’re interrupted by the dashing knight of hearts (rev) who steals the prince’s heart and soundly defeats his rivals.
getting ready for spark’s first show with revelry! took a bit of convincing, but they had a lot of fun.
(revelry is he/him, spark is they/he)
What a night for a dance, you know I’m a dancing machine
With a fire in my bones and the sweet taste of kerosene
I get lost in the night so high I don’t want to come down
To face the loss of the good thing that I’ve found
In the dark of the night I could hear you calling my name
With the hardest of hearts I still feel full of pain
So I drink and I smoke and I ask you if you’re ever around
Even though it was me who drove us right in the ground
See the time we shared it was precious to me
But all the while I was dreaming of revelry
Born to run, baby run like a stream down a mountainside
With the wind in my back I don’t ever even bat an eye
Just know it was you all along who had a hold of my heart
But the demon and me were the best of friends from the start
So the time we shared it was precious to me
All the while I was dreaming of revelry
Dreaming of revelry
And I told myself boy away you go, it rained so hard it felt like snow
Everything came tumbling down on me
In the back of the woods in the dark of the night
Paleness of the old moonlight everything just felt so incomplete
Dreaming of revelry
Dreaming of revelry
Dreaming of revelry
Dreaming of revelry
