#hes half of my soul as the poets say;

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

Babe, there's something lonesome about you Something so wholesome about you Get closer to me No tired sigh, no rolling eyes, no irony No "who cares", no vacant stares, no time for me Honey you're familiar, like my mirror years ago

( II @vxctorx )

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

II @vxctorx

Can I have this…plaseeeee? 

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

'You with the dark curls. You with the watercolour eyes.' ( @vxctorx)

[harritudur]

― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

[rexsterss]

Were none of you gonna warn me on the fact that Fox and Thorn’s paint jobs are just opposites of each other. When one’s drenched with red, the other leaves it white. When blank plastoid is exposed, the other will cover it with red. They're half of each other's souls, Scoob.

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

II @vxctorx

peak intimacy: kissing someone’s inner wrist 

[voidcatofbedlam]

Achilles and Patroclus reuniting in the underworld

Gouache on canvas

Finished reading the Song of Achilles in a day and oh gods it hurt me so much I need to paint the ending scene

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

😊 [SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES] — not intimidating at all ((have i sent this in to irk you? perhaps))

how intimidating does your muse find mine?: ACCEPTING

II @vxctorx

"Not intimidatin' at all? AT. ALL!? Vic! How could ye'! I'm plenty of intimidatin'!-- Righ'. C'mere! I'm gonna show ye' intimidatin'!"

[ghostisun]

dewther and their favourite places to kiss each other is that sliver of skin underneath the ear. it's ticklish and feather-light, a brush of unyielding affection, and the place where their scent is most potent.

dew's always rewarded with a giggly aether when he kisses him there so of course he begins to tease more; hot breaths and fever-warm lips. his element—which has always been dangerous and volatile—is twisted into something playful for his love. into something kind. into something that draws aether into his arms.

aether purrs when dew does this, burly arms curling around the slope of dew's waist and tugging him close—his sputtering furnace mixing with aether's rippling tenderness.

he loves him. satanas, oh how he loves aeth.

(can't help myself but thinking about how when aether left, dew started wearing his hair down more and dressing up more; turtle necks and collared button-ups even when it's warm out—his last semblance of hiding himself, especially his most sensitive spot. aether's favourite place to kiss.)

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

II @vxctorx // @lovefail

jude law in wilde (1997) dir. brian gilbert

[dxrknlight]

"He is half of my soul, as the poets say"

just finished the book had to make some lockscreens i miss them

if you'd like more tell me which is ur fav quote of the song of achilles and ill make one

[risetherivermoon]

work on all of my ao3 wips << start a new oneshot abt terry jr x lark

[inspotlight]

NINI + watching ricky play the guitar ↳ ft. ricky bowen | @melodyplucked ↳ do not interact if you're not tagged.

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

II @vxctorx

Oh to be kissed until I can barely think a single coherent thought

[alwaysrunningoutoftime]

sydcarmy: you're not alone/billie eilish wildflower (cr: bearrzatto on x)

[glowingcowboy]

There was the ache of being eighteen.

There is an ache in being part of a duo. In claiming someone as half of your soul.

She was my sister- my twin sister. I used to think of us as one entity, two halves of the same coin. The Artemis to my Apollo. The sun to my moon. Two trees intertwined by our roots.

I defined myself by her. The Best Friend. The Rock. The one who's always okay. The one you cling to when things go wrong.

Something inside me died the day she told me she no longer wanted me at her side.

Something else died inside me the day I realized that she would be my friend again but it would never be the same. Like when you break a bone and never get it set properly. It heals but it is not the same after. You can use it but it will never move like it once did.

I've realized that I have spent the last four years of my life trying to fill this void. Trying to make myself part of a duo again. I've found pain, and love, slept around and then dated a best friend and failed to fill this. I could not conceptualize myself as my own person. I needed to be part of a duo.

What do you do when the other half of your soul rips themselves from you?

My fatal flaw has always been loyalty. But what do you do when those you are loyal to tell you that they no longer need nor want your loyalty. That your loyalty is unwanted and horrendous.

I've always been the best friend. Your rock. I change my plans to support you. What was I to do when you suddenly said you no longer needed a rock?

My twin did not want to be my twin any longer.

Something dies inside when you lose your half. I am what's left when a twin leaves.

I realize now that my pain and my feeling of being lost stems from this. I lost an integral part of myself and have been trying to fill it since.

To tell the truth, I am terrified. I. I don't know if I'm capable of standing on my own. I've never had to stand on my own.

See, the thing is I always knew as someone who is aromantic that the friends I held so close would one day move on to romantic relationships but the thing is I never expected to lose it at eighteen. I never could have guessed I could not get it back.

I knew even back then that the separation would kill me and it did! It did kill me. I am not who I once was. I knew it would be heart-wrenching but I always thought it could be survivable. Or I could just die. I must stand alone now.

I did try to die and it didn't work and now I am twenty-two and I'm lost because I always knew myself as one half of a whole and now I realize that I must be whole all by myself.

I was so sure of myself. So confident. Even while dying inside I would still push through no matter what because I knew! I knew I had someone beside me that I must be stronger for. But now the only person I must be strong for is myself. And I still don't know if I am worth being strong for.

I have to do this for me. But where do I put my loyalty? Where does my fealty go? Where do I put my advice? Where do I sacrifice myself? What do I do when I'm not needed? What if nobody ever needs me? Who am I to protect? I was defined by my sword but they told me to retire. I am only one half. Nobody taught me how to be whole.

I'm scared. Being whole means being alone. I never wanted to be alone. I am lost.