palamedes sextus was so real for writing an insane sequel to a shitty erotica book on the walls of his fucked up little river bubble prison. nothing else going on in there, just the same awful romance novel on repeat 600 times and his own little silly headcanons scrawled all over the nearest surface. outside there’s a million screaming ghosts and the only way to stay sane is to hyperanalyze the same story for eight months. that’s literally exactly what it feels like. he gets it
i love how out of the three locked tomb books the most reliable narrator is nona because she can read what everyone actually means from their body language and states her thoughts plainly. the only thing is she has no fucking clue what’s going on
"...they were still facing each other, closer now, Camilla crouching a little with her knives crossed, the Prince regarding her with that same dead-cat analytical glare.
'No,' the Prince said, 'no, this is a bore, I'm afraid...a disappointment all round. How like the Sixth to take the fun out of suicide.'"
- Nona the Ninth, ch. 23
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