gav my beloved may i get 🤔🤯💔for your gt9 fixit fic?? or just one of those if you don’t wanna do all of them <3
BUT OF COURSE from gt9 resurrection fic 'my dead are mine (and yours as well as mine)'
🤔 Share a line where a character makes a decision.
“You can’t bring me back. You don’t know what I am.” Harrow starts to try and say something more, to try and explain to Palamedes why he can’t bring her back, so that he’ll know, he’ll understand what he’d be polluting the world with if he did. It’s hard to force the words out and she grits her teeth and tries again, tries to begin to explain it to him, knowing all of these eyes are on her. Nothing comes out at first but sad, helpless bursts of air. “Stop.” Palamedes interrupts her before she can actually get to that point and she stares at him, shocked and feeling like she’s about to vibrate apart at the atom level. “I don’t care.” It takes Harrow by surprise and he says it so strongly, so certainly. There’s not a sliver’s room for doubt or hesitation and it devastates her. “Whatever it is, I don’t want you to tell me, not if… not like this. It doesn’t matter and I don’t care. There’s nothing you can tell me that would change the fact that we need you here, we want you here.”
🤯 Share a surprising line, or one where a character realizes something.
“Shall I tell you something terribly personal about myself then?” he asks, after considering that for some time. [...] “Sometimes,” Palamedes says, “I find myself afraid I might be a terrible necromancer.”
💔 Share your most heartbreaking line.
It is holy ground. This, the earth and salt, the water and iron of Gideon’s body, is the holiest ground that Harrow will ever touch. It’s a paradox, really, this body, and Harrow knows that now. It’s hallowed. Consecrated. Sacrosanct. It’s also terribly ordinary. It’s just a corpse. Just the body of a stupid, brave, dead girl who deserved better than what she got.
