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Remembered that she’d been placed there as a prisoner, kept preserved, but someday, someone would come for her.
IT ALREADY HURTS
There was screaming.
Gods,
Ouuuu gods as in plural?! I have so many questions!
It’s anomalous.
Impersonal
Necrothralls.
Ouuuu what does this mean?!?
A necrothrall, an empty automaton corpse.
Waiting for someone to come for her. No one ever did.
RIP OMG
vivimancer.
A resonance screen.
The skin was raw and bruised, and beneath the cuffs chaining her to the bed, a greenish band of metal was also locked around each wrist. Those at least were familiar. They’d been snapped around her wrists during the celebration.
lumithium
Whats thus!?
All she knew was that as long as those manacles remained locked in place, she wasn’t an alchemist at all.
High Reeve’s
Why didn’t you save Luc? You were supposed to, but you didn’t.
He only met Helena’s accusing stare for a moment before he averted his gaze.
Guilt? Something else? Is this ‘Snape’?
But Mandl, split open as she was, was not dead. Her hands rose up, and she tried to claw her ribs closed with one hand and ward off Morrough with the other, her exposed lungs pulsing. “Another chance—please! I will not fail you! I swear. You will not regret it.”
OH DEAR GOD THIS IS AWFUL
The Eternal Flame considered even the physical alterations of vivimancy and necromancy a risk to an immortal soul.
Stroud’s hand dropped, her resonance vanishing before she slapped Helena across the face so hard her head cracked against the wall.
OOOOOOFTA GOT 'er
Men prone to violence were generally thoughtless, acting with emotion first and applying reason after.
If she could provoke him, he might kill her on impulse.
Im predicting she is using a strategy she used in flashbacks
“I know you’ve made preparations,” Stroud said, seating herself, “but I wouldn’t worry much; she has no training or combat experience to speak of. She’ll be quite manageable for you.” He looked at Helena again, no emotion on his face, but there was a predatory calculation in his eyes, like a wolf. “I’m sure.”
“The war is over. What is it you think you’re protecting in that brain of yours?”
Untying the bundle, she found sets of underclothes, wool stockings, and one dress, red as blood. There were stitch marks along the hems and the neck and bodice from where the details and lace had been carelessly ripped off to make it as plain as possible.
Helena wished bitterly she hadn’t flinched at the sight of those roses.
That bitch
If the Ferrons were short on money, it was likely because Aurelia’s skirts required a dozen yards of imported silk.
Lololololol
She realised sluggishly that he was in her mind, looking at himself through her eyes.
THIS IS WILD EHAT
An ouroboros.
She didn’t move, didn’t resist this time when he took her in his arms and slit her throat.
An omen of a destructive, insatiable hunger which left nothing but ruin in its wake.
It was as if all colour had been leached from the world. Except her. She stood there in blood red, stark against the monochrome.
Like a rose in a graveyard
She looked up at him. “You’re a monster.” He raised an eyebrow. “Noticed that, have you?”
Early alchemists were forced to write pseudonymously, initially to avoid persecution, while later novice alchemists used the names of more famous alchemists in their attempts to legitimise their theories and discoveries. As a result, “Cetus” had written almost all the surviving alchemy texts.
Helena goes under a psydo healer name!!
He raised an eyebrow. “I’ll tell you if you swallow it like a good girl.”
I shouldnt be as into this as i am
“Is this what it’s like to be you?” He gave a dry laugh. “Like it?”
Tucked into the shadow was an eye encased in glass. It swivelled, the pupil contracting, as if it were still alive, and stared straight at her. The iris was a beautiful, deep blue. They’re offering a lot of money for eyes, Grace had said.
Ugh thats sick. Had a visceral reaction to this.
The eye was so cleverly concealed that she could scarcely make it out.
The cover of the book has several hidden eyes!!!
“You’re not a homunculus, are you?” She felt ridiculous asking the question. Artificial humans were considered as mythical as chimaeras or philosopher stones.
Enter FMAB
The only piece visible was a slender, dark metal ring on his right hand.
She could feel him watching and wondered what he’d do if she swallowed it. “Don’t swallow it.” She looked up. He gave her a sidelong look. “You’re lucky the national exam never tested for an ability to lie. You have a transparent face.”
He gave a mocking smile. “Steal my heart with your wit and charms.” Helena scoffed. “Who knows, perhaps I have a proclivity for—” He paused, studying her, trying to find something. Helena walked away. “Maybe tomorrow.”
“Do I know you?” she asked as her eyes slid closed. “I suppose you do.”
Oh. This is going to hurt isn't it.
There was someone else with them, but even her dreams flinched away from the face.
Omg. Was kaine their third?!?
As Helena watched, she began to suspect that some were living people who’d powdered and oiled their skin in imitation. As if it were something to aspire to.
Thats actualy wild but so creative and settled in reality.
Ferron’s lips remained pressed against Aurelia’s, but as he kissed her, he raised his eyes, and his gaze locked onto Helena’s face. She stared back, forgetting to breathe, frozen in place. Her stomach flipped, and her heart began pounding until her blood roared in her ears. She wanted to draw back, to disappear, but she was trapped by that cold silver. He didn’t look away until Aurelia broke off the kiss, turning from him. His eyes immediately dropped, and a false, indulgent smile curved across his lips as he scanned the room, clapping without enthusiasm until one of the dead servants
...more
THE LONGING OMG LOVE
Helena followed the voice and spotted a man with long sideburns curving down his jaw, as ornately dressed as the rest of the guests, entering from the far side of the room and gleefully dragging a line of people behind him. A man, woman, and three children, ranging in age, all chained together. They were clearly not guests; their clothes were too plain, and their faces stricken with terror.
NO. This is dark!
Faster than Durant could move, Ferron stepped forward and snapped the neck of the youngest prisoner. A boy of ten or twelve. The crack was audible all the way up to where Helena watched in horror.
OH MY GOD WHY IS THIS SOMEWHAT...
She wasn’t sure she followed the line of thought but responded anyway. “Luc was worth it.” “Why?” The question caught her off guard. She shook her head. “Some people just are. You look at them, and you know it.” “Blind adoration, then,” he said, turning to walk away. “It wasn’t blind. I chose him,” she said.
He wasn’t even looking at his wife anymore. His gaze passed over Aurelia’s head, staring at a mirror that reflected himself and Helena.
Hot
“You irritate my wife,” he said. “Seems I do,” she said blandly. “If you want to do something about it, you could kill me.” He snorted, amusement lighting his face for an instant. “Those tablets really do a number on you.” “I feel like I can breathe again,” she said, wishing she could feel this calm without being frozen. “Like I’d been drowning so long, I’d forgotten what oxygen feels like.” Then she grimaced. “The withdrawal leaves something to be desired, though.”
Ferron had caught the blade in his fist, wrenching it up overhead. His other hand was wrapped around her throat, holding her back.
HOT
