God I love ianthe, she’s just the world’s yuckiest lesbian and I want to stand behind her and look butch while she talks shit to someone
You need me to stand here looking broad with a sword while you hold a pistol and a wineglass babe? I’m fucking here for it
Okay I should clarify in this scenario ianthe is wearing a s
Obsessed with the idea of sacrifice in a book being a selfish act rather than a selfless one. Their lover screaming at them: “How dare you leave me in this barren world? How dare you take away my choice to die for you and leave me with this grief?”. They are dead, and their lover is left - a gaping wound - bleeding into the ground. Do they love them so much that they would die for them, or do they love them so much that they forced the other to live without them? Sacrifice as a bitter act. Sacrifice as something wildly violent; something tormentingly cruel — but always, always built on love. Perhaps, they are both martyrs in the end.
hey about your girlfriend…. she left you bread in a drawer. yeah she said you cant leave the room but she wants you to eat so she got you the bread. yeah she thinks she’s taking care of you. no she hasn’t gotten any sleep she is busy exploring a haunted castle without you. there isn’t any butter. no she doesn’t want you to throw yourself on a fence for her she wants you to eat the bread. it’s in the drawer.
The fatal 8th house flaw of being completely right and going about it in the worst way possible.
Upon rereading Gideon (and Harrow) the Ninth, I find myself warming to Silas and Mercy. They’re so right all the time, and they hate everyone else because of it.
Silas was innocent of literally everything leveled at him and was only really guilty of being arrogant, being autistic, and hating the 9th house for incredibly legitimate reasons.
Mercymorn is the crystallized essence of an ignored woman who has been right for 10,000 years.