#oh harrow

[cynthia-my-beloved]

You're in her DMs

I'm in the saltwater pool with her while she tells me she's exactly two hundred sons and daughters of her House

We are not the same

[beazdesigns]

“Grief will keep you reaching back / for what is not there”

-- Adrianne Kalfopoulou, “Poem in Pieces, a Log,” A History of Too Much

[lilyliveredlittlerichboy]

2 (still)

Oh! Some exposition on how exactly Necromancy works. I've been looking forward to this!!

... I know less now, somehow.

You fancied you could see the Body breathing, her chest rising very slightly, in and out.

Who IS the Body?

Oh, so the Resurrection Beasts, are souls - ripped from their bodies prematurely, ten thousand years ago, now roaming, waiting for revenge. I know a bit more again. I think.

You said, “Which indelible sin?” “The one you committed when you became a Lyctor,” said the Emperor.

She didn't really have a choice in the matter. :(

Oh. Oh, I see, of course it's the girl from the locked tomb. Who else could it possibly be?

“I am standing in the dark,” you told her. Each of the Body’s eyelashes was wet with frost. “I lost it. It’s gone. There’s nothing there. I must have misapprehended the process. I am half a Lyctor. I am nothing, I am pointless, I am unmanned.”

I am undone without you. More truth to this than you could have possibly realised.

Oh, Harrow.

Your body was numb to grief; perhaps you had felt it once, but you did not feel it anymore. “Ortus Nigenad died thinking it was the only gift he was capable of giving,” you said, “and I have wasted it—like—air.”

Hey, what's going on with your memories, babygirl????

[bone-picker]

Harrow: I don't care about Gideon

Gideon: *starts hanging out with other people*

Harrow: