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Does being part of a lyctorhood qualify you for custody rights?
Yes I am determined to make all of the dynamics in this book as awkward as possible…to be fair I don’t really have to try that much
(Btw I haven’t read Nona yet so no spoilers in the comments plz)
END OF THE LINE. FALLING. OXYGEN CAN’T LAST THE DISTANCE AND WON’T DIVERT POWER FROM THE PAYLOAD.
Commander Awake Remembrance and baby Gideon Nav aka “Bomb” as madonna and a child.
Have a little weird tale from Revenant Wake about one of the enduring mysteries of Gideon Nav's horrible adolescence.
“GIDEON!” I had delivered the bomb to it’s target, it was the best that I could do. “GIDEON!” That rat bastard chased me down, nearly wrecked the whole scheme. “GIDEON!” And now some crepuscular old nuns called me back to do their bidding? Fuck them. Fuck the whole lot of them. All I had at that point was rage, rage that the gig was finally up, after so much long work, so much sacrifice, that the Emperor’s dog had caught up with me and finally done me in. All I had in me was a scream. Rage was all I had left. But rage with a purpose? It wasn’t the worst thing to be left with. Rage with a purpose kept me tethered. Kept me from being sucked under. Kept me where I could watch and maybe whisper, keep the bomb on track, point it in the right direction. A revenant couldn’t do much, but anything was better than nothing. At first the child came to my bones whenever she could. It was charming in the way of little children that one doesn’t have to take care of. She would babble, first about practically nothing; then as she grew she told me her tiny achievements, her little victories. I had never wanted to be a mother, nor did I want it now as a dead woman. But it was cute. And I held onto the hope that underneath that mop of red hair there was a tick-tick-tick in her soul that would somehow, in some way crack this whole rotten planet wide open. But from my niche in the wall, how much could I do? Stronger hands were guiding her. Living voices in her ear. Sure the fish rotted from the head (how little I knew at first, but as time went on it became clearer), but at least the fish stunk in her world. I was just a whisper from the shadows at best. So when the opportunity came, I took it. When she came to show mama’s bones the big sword that her weapons master had offered her, I jumped. She loved that sword like life itself. Took it everywhere. Trained with it. Slept with it. Maybe whispers from the shadows become more effective the more they’re heard. Then again, it helped that I could sense the Castle Drearburh decaying all around us. I had more information to go on. It was easier to place a small nudge in her mind here or there. It was becoming a certainty that the Ninth House was dwindling day by day, even well before the Reverend Mother and Father departed for the River. And after that, what was left? The whole of the house in the hands of a child. A powerful necromancer no doubt, but ultimately, she would never be able to bring it all back. Soon all that would be left in this planet of rot would be the locked tomb. The lock my precious bomb was there to pick. Except. Twelve, thirteen year olds? They’re terrible. All my bomb was interested in was sword fighting and irritating the peewee necromancer and the rotted old marshal. I didn’t need her to do much. But all the whispers in her sleep couldn’t get her to do a single thing our great plan needed her to do. Was she curious about the tomb? Not one bit. I was desperate, I admit. I had to shake her up somehow, find some way to pull the pin. And in the end, it backfired spectacularly. But how was I to know? They belonged to the real cavalier, the lead-blooded man-boy who wrote epic poetry glorifying some long dead imperial mercernary. I had glimpsed bits of flimsy hiding behind his books. It didn’t take much inference to guess what it was. I thought maybe, just maybe, if anything would nudge the girl out of her stubborn-minded pursuit of fighting, it just might be… Of course it was easier to nudge her to poke around in Ortus’ things than it was to get her near the cursed tomb. And when she found the cache, well, lets just say that boy was a collector, or had been at least. She lifted half a dozen magazines without making a dent, he never noticed. How was I to know that Nine Houses porn was laced throughout with imperial propaganda?
Thinking about what Dios Apate Minor must've been like for Gideon Prime, and like.
Imagine your dinner nearly killed you the other day because the new kid your boss will not let you stop trying to kill finally took matters into her own hands. Fair enough, you can respect that, you'd prefer not to be doing all this either. Your dead ex is haunting the body of your recently deceased coworker, suffice it to say you have other problems.
Then a day or two later everyone shows up to dinner dressed to the nines. Nobody thought to tell you there was a party going on. You feel a bit awkward, and then they break out the wine, and you just know it's all about to get Worse. Because now your coworkers are talking about their dead best friends, and you know that never ends well.
They start talking about your dead best friend, talking about her appearance like being hot was the only thing she deserves to be remembered for. You remember that she had at least a dozen nicknames for everyone. Sometimes it feels like she's still here with you, but you will never find out for certain. All you have left is her green eyes in your face.
They still won't let you forget about your ex, either, refusing to let you live down a relationship you only half remember. You're still the only one who knows she's here. You're convinced that the new kid knows more than she says, but you have no way of confirming this.
You leave long before the threesome starts. You've got too much unfinished business to sit around talking about ghosts.
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HELP THEM
Dealer: j got this new strain 💯 it’s called, “thanergy link to your daughters longsword” 😳🔥 gonna be blitzed off your titz
Me: whatever man I don’t feel shit
5 minutes later: dude I swear I saw some bitch in a hazmat suit at the bottom of that glass coffin
My girl Harrow, pacing: the eggs you gave me all died and you lied to me