penthesilea

❝I have already set myself on fire, grown the sun inside my body, burnt every bridge I built. But our love is still as cold as ice.❞

Her music was the beating of drums on the fields of war, her mantle wrought from the foundations of the earth. The stars shone down on the victory of her battles, the glory of death and unsung heroes, his bountiful hunts and the slaughter of martyrs. They met on the eve of bloodshed, the taste of ruin and folly upon their tongues.

[Plot belongs to the fabulous @yukimurakira]