Dreaming of a special edition of “This is How You Lose the Time War” with sprayed blue and red edges and everything. The wolf chapter made me cry.
Oddly enough (because usually I have such solid vibes in my head when reading) I don’t have concrete faces for Red and Blue because they both are so shifting and fluid and I think drawing them would kind of rob them of that for me? But I want to find ways to draw the letters—Maybe that will be how I focus on environments? We’ll see!
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this is the name you give your love
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This is how Red is named: the Agency dubs her an agent, and she has no name.
From whichever braid upon which she stands, she is called to her Commandant from across the threads and the strings. She is called to her duty, for she is a soldier in this eternal battle, this war spanning time and space and a thousand thousand realities.
While undercover, she is called upon by fellow agents and given orders, and she is called by her assumed name of the year, of the month, of the day.
These agents do not stay close, they do not form bonds, and they do not exchange names. There is little point in it; the Garden’s own vines are always seeking, and the agents fall one by one, their places taken by pod-grown cadets, beginning their lives nearer to adulthood than to youth, ready for training.
This is how Red is named: Blue sees her across the battlefield, and in a trap of a letter calls her by the colour of the self-same blood that stains her hands.
The letter is a lure, and Red bites, catches Blue’s love in her teeth and lets herself be pulled along.
They dance around each other, each to her own path but circling, stepping with care, reaching out but never quite touching. There’s a veil between them: a war, and with it the impossibility of that war’s end.
Yet there is audacity in their covert, sly communications and risk every time they leave a letter encoded in the agent’s path. They call to each other, through bones and trees and tea, in all the shades of the colours of their names.
Red for blood, and red for flowers. Red, for a cardinal; a guide, a blot against the landscape of snow. Adressed to her through a lumpy sail, red sky at morning; a warning from the sailor’s poem of some strand long ago when they passed each other by, ships in the night. Sugar Maple, sweet on the tongue, and my dearest, a treasure.
Blue names her for love.
Blue calls her My Heart’s Own Blood, and Red makes it truth. She steals into the Garden, puts crimson into Blue’s veins in inoculation, lets the red become a cure and a prevention and a sign of her eternal love. Of life, together.
Blue calls her Red.
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A common misconception about This is How You Lose the Time War is that Red and Blue are augmented functionally immortal godlike super humans created with advanced dystopian future technologies- they are actually just normal lesbians; dykes can just do that
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"I want to be a body for you. I want to chase you, find you, I want to be eluded and teased and adored; I want to be defeated and victorious—I want you to cut me, sharpen me. I want to drink tea beside you in ten years or a thousand..."
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This is How You Lose The Time War
Get it? They’re sumac seeds… btw red is a cardinal and blue is a mountain bluebird
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Character, book, and author names under the cut
Blue- This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone
Red- This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone
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It’s always “ily” and never “it’s wrong to call you enemy”, never “You’re different colors of flame”, never “I am your echo. I would rather break the world than lose you”, never “I’ll be all the poets, I’ll kill them all and take each ones place in turn, and every time love’s written in all the strands it will be to you”, never “You and me. This is how we win,” nev—
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I leave you a letter, sealed in wax, a trace of perfume. Keep this. It's yours. Destroy it on your own, in your own way, if you want. I won't mind. This letter is a knife at my neck if cutting's what you want. I try not to think of you the same way twice. I change your shape in my thoughts. It's amazing how much blue there is in the world, if you look. See? I pour you into things. So in this letter I am yours. Not Garden's, not your mission's, but yours, alone.
- This Is How You Lose The Time War
By: Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone
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