well, you see, it’s very simple. coronabeth always wanted to occupy naberius’s position but was forced to occupy ianthe’s. ianthe got jealous of corona’s position and dealt with this by fusing her own soul with naberius. naberius liked coronabeth better but had more in common with ianthe, with whom he shared roughly zero common interests. coronabeth and ianthe spent every day together for 21 years, and during that time developed absolutely no ability to empathize with each other. no one really understood conona like naberius did, which is to say that no one really understood corona. corona tried to understand ianthe, except no she didn’t. no one even attempted to understand naberius. naberius was corona’s cavalier in his heart, and she was ianthe’s cavalier in her heart, and ianthe said fuck you both and became her own cavalier. they had all known each other their entire lives. none of them knew each other at all. they were all sworn to protect and uphold at least one other member of the group. none of them particularly liked either of the others as people. the only one taking this seriously was ianthe. the only one taking this seriously was coronabeth. the only one taking this seriously was naberius. and they all, most importantly, fucking sucked. but god, who wouldn’t?
There are two schools of thought on the locked tomb series; there are the people who took tazmuir at her word when she said gideon had a longsword and drew it as such; then there are the people who know what a longsword is and know that the thing gideon swings is at the bare minimum a fucking claymore.
gentle reminder for those that belong to the former school of thought
It’s standard practice on the Ninth for luggage trunks to be capable of fitting one adult skeleton
This was supposed to be a fast doodle but it turns out I am physically incapable of leaving work unrendered. So…here’s this. They fell asleep by accident. Harrow is a blanket hog.
(Version 2 with extra details under cut. Couldn’t decide which I preferred lol)
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