i think a part of the 'you have not begun to see the horrors of love' will include varun and alecto. like, what does it mean for two planets to love each other?
varun clearly likes her, if 'my green-and-yellow salt water thing' is anything to go by (side note: why green and yellow??? i guess the green is reference to the ocean, and the yellow means there's less trees, but still. what happened to earth????) and the feeling is mutual at least on nona's end, but how far back do they go?
earth being able to gift john necromancy implies, at least to me, that planets in general know what the river is. so have varun and earth been hitting each other up through that, and that's how alecto got her message out to the other planets as she and they were all dying?
Congratulations on possibly the most esoteric ship in the entire Locked Tomb fandom.
I think of Varun as her cousin, or older sibling, but however we want to look at it with our human frames of reference, I bet you're right. Varun does love Alecto, and somewhere down under all the fear and pain, Nona is still a part of Alecto and part of Alecto was Nona. She's capable of great love, too, even if she doesn't see it right now. Love on that scale, between planets and their ghosts, who knows what horrors that could lead to. Varun tried to destroy another planet and all its inhabitants because Alecto cried for help. It is asking Alecto to avenge it, to avenge all of them. What does that entail, to a planet? What will Alecto feel compelled to do for that love?
(And I think the 'green and yellow salt water thing' is a reference to the colors of Earth's landmasses seen from space. Green forests, yellow deserts, and salt water)
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if any of u ever wanna thread feel free to hmu.....because im not shy and i dont believe in being a weenie on the internet so i am definitely open 2 talk and to cut the shits..... but seriously i think at this point the only way to get anything meaningful from me writing wise is to talk to me and to come w. a plate full of ideas; also me not initiating first all the time, because like if i feel like i am then u dont hear from me until u actually come to me first for once.
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more of Them
one person gave birdie and fabin love in the notes of my last post about them so i'm taking that as permission to share my absolute favorite thing i've written featuring the two of them
His hands catch her around the waist and he yanks her out of the way, pressing her up against the wall in an alley. He leans in front of her, blocking sight from the street of her trembling frame. Birdie inhales sharply, feeling the heat of him only a breath away.
City soldiers shout and Fabin leans closer, his forearm resting on the stone wall behind Birdie's head. Her mud-crusted hair scrapes against the stones and she stares at Fabin’s shoulder, feeling her heart punch irregularly at her ribs. He smells like campfire wood and there is a strand of hair falling out of his bun that brushes her cheek and she can’t name this feeling but it’s overwhelming.
His breath fans over her cheek. Her fingers grasp his cloak, pulling it around the two of them like a curtain. The clatter of armor makes her shiver and Fabin’s other hand rests on the hilt of his sword, his body angled to be between her and the street. The sound passes after six sickeningly long heartbeats, but Birdie still can’t breathe.
She thinks of how he presses his cheek against the side of her head and Emilia’s amused smile. She can feel his gaze burning through her but can’t meet it, her fingers curled into his cloak.
Three more irregular jumps of her heart, then Fabin’s hand gently untangles hers from his cloak. His other arm is still on the wall behind her head.
“I think they’re gone,” he says lowly.
She inhales shakily. “Yeah. I think they are.” Her eyes flick up to his face, the strand of hair hanging just in front of his eyes. “Should we...go, then?”
He swallows and she wishes she could read him like runes, decipher the way his jaw shifts and ripples. She reaches up to brush the strand of hair out of his face, her fingertips barely kissing the corner of his eyebrow. He lets out a soft sigh. “We should.”
Neither of them move.
A loud crash echoes through the shadowed alley, echoing from somewhere deeper in the city. Campfire wood smoke shifts under Birdie's hands and Fabin's eyes break away, scanning the sun-drenched street beyond. His hand drifts from the wall behind her, cupping her face almost absentmindedly. “We're clear for now. We'll need to get back to the flat.”
Birdie sucks in another shaky breath. “Yes.”
His eyes dart back down to her. “Are you okay?”
She nods. “Yes.”
His mouth quirks. “Good.”
tagging @avrablake @oh-no-another-idea and @akindofmagictoo to share more of Them--whoever They may be to you--that makes ur brain vibrate at the speed of light. and as always open tag for anybody who wants an excuse to post about their Them!
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