Nov 7, 2024
Still that Xur sends to Chi Lebo. NSFW.
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Still that Xur sends to Chi Lebo. NSFW.
Me - photo 1
(Whenever fits, dunno when it'll come out of my queue.)
Both boys exclaimed, not caring of the noise now. Camilla, leaning against a leprous pillar, didn’t react. It was horribly easy to forget Camilla was there when she didn’t want you to remember.
-Tamsyn Muir, Nona the Ninth
Chi Lebo: I suppose...I was just wondering what seemed mockable.
H: (He has feelings I can't figure out how to articulate. >>>:( )
Image in my head: Xur finds out about the hard-to-articulate feelings, and asks Chi Lebo to try to explain them, in a no-pressure way. "So I can know what to lecture His Eminence about later."
Possibly: This isn't the first time he's hurt someone by laughing at their love life. I try to stop him.
Possibly: I've been talking him out of meddling in Her Grace's love life for what feels like years.
“I am very satisfied,” pronounced Ianthe.
You said drearily, “I look like an imbecile.”
“You look just good enough that I’m proud of my handiwork, but not so good that I’ll be consumed with lust and ravish you over the nut bowl,” she said. “I walked a fine line, and I walked it admirably."
-Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth
“Then you do intend to leave us, Lord,” said Sarpedon. [...] “I confess that I had not prepared for it.”
“I hate to, Admiral,” said God. “The Erebos has been my home.”
The admiral said, a little stiffly: “We are unworthy of such love.”
-Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth
"You’re now Admiral Sarpedon? Really? It is Sarpedon, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” said the admiral, whose title had been suggested by the Lyctor in the same tone of voice as might be said Chief Leper. “And it has been … twenty years since we last met, Most Venerated Saint?”
“Around that,” agreed the most venerated saint, whose office had been enunciated by the admiral with the faintest and most well-bred suggestion of motherfucker.
-Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth
You always did think obstinacy the cardinal virtue.
-Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth
“Ask me how I am and I’ll scream,” she said. “How are you,” said Camilla, who was a pill. “I see you calling my bluff and I resent it,” said Gideon.”
Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth