#because if I'd considered the neoclassical ones as well

[my-name-is-apollo]

Do you have a fav (or favs) statues of Apollo? I think that ny "top three" are the Apollo Belvedere, the Apollo Sauroktonos and the Apollo Citharoedus, but the tiny hanged Marsyas in the cithara is weird lol

(Top three because i ike so many statues and i can't chose just one qwq)

You have put me in a difficult spot here anon! It's so hard for me to choose just three, honestly.

Apollo Citharoedus (labelled "Apollo with a lute" in the museum) obviously makes it to the list. There's so much grace and gentleness that this statue exudes <3 it's kinda unmatched if you ask me.

This Etruscan statue of Apollo in the act of shooting an arrow is so unique. The other statues I've seen that depict Apollo with a bow (Apollo Belvedere for example) aren't this dynamic. It almost looks like Apollo is dancing here.

Apollo Pythios sitting on omphalos is definitely one of my all time favorites. It's partly because of the hair lol because, look at it!! But also, it's quite rare to see sculptures of Apollo on the omphalos so this one is a treat for me.

Also shoutout to this Apollo Citharoedus as well specifically for the hair:

[wildwoodgoddess]

A Study In Garnet Chapter 3

Chapter Summary: Stamford introduces Watson to a potential flatmate, who is not at all what Watson was expecting.

As the cab took us away from the Holborn, I tried to get Stamford to tell me about this mystery friend of hers. It was likely one of the other students at the London School of Medicine for Women, as none of them had much time to socialize with anyone else but each other.

Curiously, Stamford refused to tell me.

Instead, she chattered on about her original purpose for venturing out today—a new circulating library not far from the Criterion. But she said she was far happier to have found me instead, and the library could certainly wait. She seemed quite cheerful and well-adjusted to life in London now that she’d been here four years. She shared a house with six other women—four fellow medical students and two nurses from the hospital—and from her account, they all were the best of friends.

I had to admit some jealousy on hearing that. It was worlds different than the loneliness my life had become. And yet, whose fault was that? I had the MD I’d so coveted and a wealth of surgical experience beyond anything most other women doctors could ever hope for. The choice had been mine, though the price far steeper than I ever imagined.

Still, a friend would be nice. I wished Murray could have been discharged with me, though how we would have continued our friendship once I returned to the feminine sphere, I had no idea. There was not a whiff of romance between us, and there never would be. I couldn’t even say I loved him like a brother. I had a brother, and I confess I didn’t love him the way I loved Murray. Murray was a friend beyond all others, but such friendship would be seen as impossible even if our paths could ever reconnect.

I had become so lost in my own thoughts, I didn’t pay attention to the neighborhood we were traveling through. Then I recognized the street: Gray’s Inn Road. The muscles along my upper back clenched. The cab slowed to a stop in front of a familiar neoclassical stone facade with its dentil-trimmed gable, and the words etched proudly beneath: Royal Free Hospital.

That this was our destination wasn’t all that surprising. But still, my mouth felt suddenly dry, and my pulse pounded against my head. “This isn’t a good idea. If anyone should see me—”

Stamford rested a gloved hand on my arm. “No one you know is likely to see you. And even if they did, they wouldn’t recognize you.” A harsh truth, but she delivered it gently.

“You did.”

“I’ve seen you in this guise before. And even then, it took me a few minutes to place you in my mind.”

I winced. “I look that bad, do I?”

She gave me a wry frown. “You might consider it a blessing on this particular occasion.”

I sat straighter with a bravado I didn’t quite feel. “Right you are. Very well, I survived Afghanistan. The lionesses of the Royal Free cannot deter me.”

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