2022-11-03 2:30:01 ¶ ●

maybe im overthinking but. parallels. Alecto didn’t know who Harrow was until she bit her. Alecto didn’t see Harrow, she recognized the Reverend Daughter, the continuation of Anastasia, the unbroken strand of the tombkeeper’s line and the death of the Ninth. the Rev. parents spent years figuring out the theorem, calculating out the exact number of organophosphates needed for such a precise massacre. waiting and waiting and waiting until enough kids were born, and then – 200 dead children and one fulfilled vow, confirmed with a kiss. this is how meat loves meat, Harrow’s whole life a blood debt that could never be worth the cost.

and Gideon – Kiriona Gaia, Bomb, the literal key to the locked tomb and how she is used, time and time again, to fulfill the agenda of someone else. a 10,000 year old door that was supposed to only ever have one key. one night planned down to the ground for 500 years, nine months of being hated and grown and sharpened like a sword. being recognized time and again not as herself but as an unwilling extension of John & Wake & the bitter Lyctors & all their various schemes. hair, eyes, blood.

two children conceived through terrible acts to be tools, recognized by others only because of their unwilling & bloody connection to grand plans they had no part in making. i am Unwell.