whump-in-the-closet:

characters whose strengths become their greatest flaw. for a moment, for a fleeting moment, they are the burning sword and torch left lit. They are the banner and the banner cry (unbroken, eagle-eyed, bright). Then they burn. They collapse into open waters, their divinity a match they lit and watched burn. Maybe they want it to die out (secretly, they crave it). Icarian in nature, the strong don’t survive, but are consumed. They bleed just the same (they bleed gold and wax and feathers).