harrow the ninth is really like. what if orpheus didn’t turn around. what if he wasn’t going to turn around. what if he kept his face pointed resolutely ahead and trusted that she was there even not knowing what he was hoping for. what if orpheus had to be cajoled and threatened and eventually forced to turn around. what if eurydice hadn’t been told the rules and also had a crippling fear of abandonment and spent the whole time pleading with him to look at her. what if orpheus trusted that she would follow him but eurydice couldn’t trust that he would care. what if orpheus was told point-blank that eurydice was almost certainly not actually behind him and he chose to keep walking anyway. what if eurydice touched sunlight again and orpheus wasn’t there. what then.
excited for alecto the ninth but in the way that if i think about anything that might happen in it for longer than 3 seconds i get physically nauseous and have to distract myself
Love the way Pyrrha will not shut up about how she boinked Gideon’s mom. It’s like. The perfect joke. Irreverent, crass, tastless, homosexual, and if you take it just far enough…. not funny anymore. Take it seriously for just two seconds, and it punches you in the gut to realise that what Pyrrha is saying, under the jokes, is that she wanted to be someone in Gideon’s life.
And that Gideon hates her for it.
For me, this is the line when it hits:
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It’s like. Oh. That’s the conversation they’ve been not-having the whole time
I could have been there for you. But you weren’t. I wish I had been there for you. But you weren’t. I want to be here for you. Too fucking late.
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