royalrory: Once upon a time, there was a girl who chose to call herself Rory- she liked bisyllabic n

royalrory: Once upon a time, there was a girl who chose to call herself Rory- she liked bisyllabic nicknames and Gilmore Girls. The youngest of a crowded family, Rory learnt very quickly that if she wanted people to hear her, she had to speak up. She learnt- thanks to a very good teacher- that if she didn’t believe in herself, no one else would. She read lots of books, especially fantasy and myth-related stories, because someone might get killed once in a while, but no one ever got yelled at. She liked that. Medea was one of her favourites. She read it in three languages and even when the translation was a bit sloppy she would still enjoy it. She liked (and still does) the idea of a woman that was no better than a man: just as ruthless, just as a powerful. She might have rolled her eyes at the double standard that saw Medea as a monster and Hercules as a hero- they both killed their families, after all- but she could never stop dancing while ‘From Zero to Hero’ was on (can anyone?). More ‘wicked women’ came along, and Rory avidly read their stories and lived their sorrows as if they were her own. She struggled, of course, because not everyone likes ‘wicked women’. When the moment came for Rory to fight her battles, she didn’t do so sweetly. You see, it’s not her style. Nothing wrong with sweet but Rory didn’t want to be something she was not. She always was a Morgana, never a Guinevere. With markings on her skin and spells on her lips. She tried hiding this fervour. Boy, did she try. It didn’t serve much. So when a friend uttered the magical words, ‘You’re evil!’, Rory was free. ‘Thank you’, she replied. Witches. What a lovely way to burn. -- source link

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