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Sevro abandoned me when I needed him most.
Still mad about this
With his golden curls shining in the grim hangar light, the bloodydamn Bellona enters and poses like a gallant razormaster entering the Bleeding Place to the amorous cries of fawning Pixies.
Lololol the way they describe him
Despite the fact that Cassius is offensively handsome,
😂😂😂
Sevro. Love has seldom caused me such physical pain.
“Oh, we know his style,” Thraxa says. “Rhonna. Darrow’s niece. It wasn’t Atlas who beat her face in. Your boy did that, after he shot Alexandar in the head. Not in combat. While they were having drinks.” Cassius frowns. “Alexandar au…” “Arcos,” Colloway says coolly. It’s the first time since he arrived that I’ve seen him look at me with any degree of sympathy. “He was Darrow’s archLancer, Bellona. He was an arrogant shit, but the best soldier I’ve ever served with. Full stop. He offered Lysander blades. Lysander declined. Took his head off at range. His own cousin’s.” Cassius’s face falls.
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Ngl I will never get over this
One: it’s Sevro, and I owe him.
You’re acting like you share a secret language all of a sudden.” “Isn’t that always the case with those who’ve read the same books?”
“Darrow, this is a thirty-megaton atomic warhead.” I smile. “He has a big personality.”
LYSANDER
oh my GOD go away !!!!!!
I wonder if I wore such a look when I sat by Kalindora’s deathbed as she succumbed to the poison on Darrow’s blade, and confessed her part in the assassination of my mother and father. An assassination planned and executed by my mother’s best friend—and my betrothed—Atalantia.
What is this like hardcore once upon a time
He climbs on my back, muttering. “Let’s go to war with the Reaper of Mars, I thought. Truly, I envisioned something far more glamorous.”
Darrow must die, of course, but must Cassius die too?
Well that’s ironic
Of course his hair is still coiled and lustrous
😂😂 Darrow for the love of god
Bitemark. Bomb. Sevro? “Only the rats know,” I murmur. “What?” Cassius asks. Hope stirs. Apollonius had Sevro. Sevro got loose. In the ducts? I hold on to that hope.
Sevro. I almost pass out from joy.
I want to kiss him, hug him till his head pops off, but he’s all business.
❤️
He looks back at me. His red eyes are shiny with tears in his grease-dark face. He lowers his forehead to mine
Four days out from the dockyards, and Sevro and I have apparently forgotten how to talk to each other. At the same time, we can’t seem to ever be more than one room away from each other or avoid touching each other when we are in the same room.
😭😭😭
I love Sevro to death, and he is fundamentally a good friend, but he feels no need to be a good person when dealing with enemies.
Yeah and he’s right
“Naw. We’re Pixies. You had Atlas and you let him live. We had Lysander and we let him live. We had Apollonius and we let him live.” He snorts. “It’s like we want to lose.”
“She’ll have had the baby by now. Without me there. First time I wasn’t there for it. I was for the girls.” His eyes flick up.
Oh 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
“When I got free of Apple, you know why I didn’t steal a ship and make for Mars myself?” he asks. Cassius and I were wondering. “I knew you’d come. You’re stupid like that. It’s why I love you. But, man…we ain’t good. We might never be good.”
APPLE
To me, right now, you’re innocent. Except for the biting.
“It’s a pretty dream. But your mother was the dreamer, boyo. I’m not. I’m just a savage who can’t let things go. Something tells me you might be the same.
No but Darrow is
The generation that lights the fuse usually gets buried in the rubble.
We achieve perfection first by acknowledging our failures. We increase understanding first by recognizing our ignorance.
“I was used as a bus driver for a spy I’m in love with who I thought rescued me because she thought I was a hero, whose protégé chose to become a tyrant and shoot my best friend’s protégé in the head—whom I find out was the paragon of honor.”
lol
It’s lonely. I miss my husband.
“Where have all the shepherds gone?” I shout.
Kid do you have a fucking death wish I mean I wish you would die but still yikes
“Oh, fuck off,” Atalantia mutters. “You fuck off.
😂😭
Victra murmurs. “You’re the bookish one. Was it a man who said ‘hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’?” A lancer brings her gauntlets. “It must have been—to imagine something so petty as scorn to be the utmost misery a woman could suffer. What, I wonder, would he make of a mother who has seen her husband sold like meat and her babe nailed to a tree?” She dons her gauntlets. “Perhaps: wrath, I am thee? They come for our children, Virginia.” She turns to me and cups my face with one hand. “Do not fear for me. Instead, pity them.”
I am Iron. I am Death. I am Gold.
Stfu you pixie
One of the many lessons I learned at the Institute is the higher your rank, the less war is about courage or discipline or mud or blood, and the more it becomes a game of accounting. Usually it’s about food, fuel, and weapons.
He grew bitter, as those whose love is unrequited do, when Darrow paired him up with Sefi as a power alliance to unite the Obsidians.
wtf
Pity Them
GAG THEM
When it ends, it is sudden. Ajax manages to defend himself from the male assailant, but not Victra. He goes down, and she hacks him apart. Then she cuts off his head, stands on his body, beats her chest, and roars.
lol get it
If that’s not a loss, what do you call it?” The old soldier frowns. “War, dominus.”
“You don’t have me by the throat. You have me by the balls. You can wrench and twist and it will cause me terrible agony. But in the end, they are just balls, and I am a woman, so I will go on, enduring without my balls and I will pester you with death by a billion cuts. Except it won’t be me. I am not a captain who goes down with his ship. I am a Sovereign, who will delegate to people more suited for tunnels and darkness and the horrors that happen there.”
only reason we are talking like this is because of my son. He’s your champion, in private at least.” I frown. Could have fooled me. “Don’t abuse him, please. He’s far more gentle than he appears.”
😒
I am alone in a hole. A boy. Sobbing. I want to die. I want to die.
I hope you die
Then my husband’s face appears on the viewscreen above the menu, and I stare at him like he is the first man I’ve ever seen.
“Lo, Mustang.” His masculine voice stirs up the silt of love, and the part of me that’s been dormant since he left awakens. “Lo, Reaper,” I whisper.
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
“Victra,” Sevro says. “I want to see her. I want to see my baby.”
Shut the fuck up I will start crying
When I’m ready to face reality, I look up into the empty space she had once filled with light. “Tell him I wish he and I had kept riding that gravBike,” I say. “Tell him when this is over, we’ll ride from coast to coast. Just him and me.”
😭
Even if you win, these worlds will never be free of that sickness. Of Gold.
“A week later, the daughter and her father and brothers broke into our home. They found us in bed, and our children in their beds. They wrapped them in the sheets, hung them from the ceiling, and beat them until no more blood would come out. I sat in that rain…that red rain…and I understood there is no such thing as proper authority. Violence is the only authority. They said one of us could live. My partner refused to choose. I chose me.”
Jesus fuck
But what god isn’t lonely? I really don’t think it is bad to think of myself as that. Gods are manmade after all.”
This man needs therapy
Darrow is not the hugest man I’ve ever met, but he is the only man I’ve ever met who makes his own gravity.
“I wanted to say…” My voice cracks. “I wanted to say I’m sorry. About Ulysses.” His head jerks toward me so fast I flinch back. “What did you say?” “Ulysses…he—” Sevro blinks up at me. “He?” I stare. Horrified. He didn’t know.
Oh my goe
His voice is small. “He’s dead?” “I’m sorry. I thought you knew.”
😭😭😭😭😭😭
