oleo-sacrum (AsterAspera)
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bloody and raw (but i swear it is sweet) by oleo-sacrum (AsterAspera) for bostonmolassesdisaster
Fandoms: Ἑπτὰ ἐπὶ Θήβας - Αἰσχύλος | Seven Against Thebes - Aeschylus, The Thebaid - Statius, Ancient Greek Religion & Lore
25 Nov 2025
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The fire in the hearth burns low, the smoke dark and breathless, spilling into the room. It makes him think of blood, of the sickening choke of sacrificial flames.
There is an ancient, vile anger within him, spreading slow like cracks under the ice, further and further, deeper and deeper, until he plunges into the freezing water.
He takes a deep, unsteady breath, paces from one side of the room, then to the other, aimless wandering circles, as the cold stone walls seem to draw closer, wrap around him like a tomb.
He thinks of his brother’s slack face. He thinks of his mother’s horror. He thinks of the sick satisfaction that curls through his chest when he draws blood.
He thinks of the stranger. His dark hair. The sting of his teeth, the dull ache of his punches, that settled warm between his ribs.
The halls are empty, warmth still lingering in the echoes of life that colour the palace. A stark contrast to the untamed wilderness he had made his home before. A shawl left on a bench, a basket of fibres by the window, a last sputtering torch. Like ghosts of home, that dog his every step as he walks the tightening circles inwards, to the very heart of the palace.
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And so burns the sacred flame by oleo-sacrum (AsterAspera)
Fandoms: The Thebaid - Statius, Ἑπτὰ ἐπὶ Θήβας - Αἰσχύλος | Seven Against Thebes - Aeschylus, Ancient Greek Religion & Lore
04 Aug 2025
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Argia sought him out, in the heavy, pressing heat of midday. Some slight sweat gathered on her upper lip, linens pulled across her shoulders to ward off the punishing sun.
Her face is proud as always, but there's an uncertainty to the way she moves. Out of place here amongst the dusty training grounds, no respite from the warm day, no shaded porticoes and delicate warps set up where the sun won't reach.
Tydeus takes his time, lets her eyes trace over his sweat soaked form, the supple way he moves.
He wipes the worst of the dirt and sweat from his skin with his chiton before he stalks over to her, not bothering to cover up. Her eyes dart down just once, before her lip curls in slight disgust, and she meets his gaze head on.
"What did you do to him?" She asks, voice cold. -
so it's summer, so it's suicide by oleo-sacrum (AsterAspera) for bostonmolassesdisaster
Fandoms: The Thebaid - Statius, Ἑπτὰ ἐπὶ Θήβας - Αἰσχύλος | Seven Against Thebes - Aeschylus, Ancient Greek Religion & Lore
28 Mar 2025
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And suddenly Tydeus is before him, half-light colouring his features sharp and predatory. Polynices shrinks back despite himself, even as some deep coil of hunger inside him twists and writhes. Even as his gaze catches on the scar that frames his mouth, pulls the corner slightly down.
Tydeus moves forward, one knee braced on the couch so he can lean closer, but he doesn’t reach out, doesn’t touch him yet.
“You missed dinner,” He says, voice low.