[ yeah you should see castle drearburh, which is just as aesthetic as the name implies. this is actually several steps up from her old cell and also from the crumbling wreck of canaan house, despite the air of decay the fog seems to have brought in.
that pile of bones is her mum, can't you see the family resemblance? actually there are also pictures of everybody from canaan house, which is a little weird given that they're all recent acquaintances, but maybe the unseen interior decorator got sick of the skull-and-black-robe sameness of the ninth house pictures.
gideon has, of course, arranged them in order of hotness. at eye level she's written on the wall with a sharpie 'HOT, SUPER BABES, 10/10.' the beautiful blonde princess coronabeth of third house has place of pride at the top of the list, and then dulcinea for sentimentality, with little hearts doodled in sharpie on the edges of her photograph, despite looking like someone dying of blood cancer.
everybody else follows downward, all the house necros and their cavaliers. the photographs of the eighth house dickheads are comically lower than all the rest, resting down by the floorboards, where gideon has helpfully labelled the wall 'THE OPPOSITE OF HOT. -100/10.'
harrow isn't at the very very bottom, but it's a near thing. she's below protesilaus the seventh, an extremely sick burn.
'i feel fine' yeah uh huh there's the shock talking. gideon would strip naked and do silly dances around a fiery altar if she could summon the sixth house right now and dump this mess into their capable hands, but she can't! she is not surprised at all when laurent comes rushing in to heave into the sink. ]
Oh yeah, I can see that. [ she whips off her over cloak and dumps it over his shoulders like a blanket, looks at the proffered laces, squints real hard, and looks back at his glassy eyes before reaching for a knife. ]
I'm gonna cut this off, okay? It's pretty wrecked anyway. Hold still.
[ just to keep him talking and distracted, she'll oblige with anything he wants to hear. ]
The one with the most elaborate facepaint, the floor-length veil, and the bone accessories. She's a skeleton-maker, so it's useful for her to carry bones around. She's got bone earrings, bone bracelets, a bone corslet, you name it. She can turn even the tiniest little chip of bone into a full sized skeleton. It's pretty handy, actually. Otherwise I'd have to hump all the bones around for her.
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that pile of bones is her mum, can't you see the family resemblance? actually there are also pictures of everybody from canaan house, which is a little weird given that they're all recent acquaintances, but maybe the unseen interior decorator got sick of the skull-and-black-robe sameness of the ninth house pictures.
gideon has, of course, arranged them in order of hotness. at eye level she's written on the wall with a sharpie 'HOT, SUPER BABES, 10/10.' the beautiful blonde princess coronabeth of third house has place of pride at the top of the list, and then dulcinea for sentimentality, with little hearts doodled in sharpie on the edges of her photograph, despite looking like someone dying of blood cancer.
everybody else follows downward, all the house necros and their cavaliers. the photographs of the eighth house dickheads are comically lower than all the rest, resting down by the floorboards, where gideon has helpfully labelled the wall 'THE OPPOSITE OF HOT. -100/10.'
harrow isn't at the very very bottom, but it's a near thing. she's below protesilaus the seventh, an extremely sick burn.
'i feel fine' yeah uh huh there's the shock talking. gideon would strip naked and do silly dances around a fiery altar if she could summon the sixth house right now and dump this mess into their capable hands, but she can't! she is not surprised at all when laurent comes rushing in to heave into the sink. ]
Oh yeah, I can see that. [ she whips off her over cloak and dumps it over his shoulders like a blanket, looks at the proffered laces, squints real hard, and looks back at his glassy eyes before reaching for a knife. ]
I'm gonna cut this off, okay? It's pretty wrecked anyway. Hold still.
[ just to keep him talking and distracted, she'll oblige with anything he wants to hear. ]
The one with the most elaborate facepaint, the floor-length veil, and the bone accessories. She's a skeleton-maker, so it's useful for her to carry bones around. She's got bone earrings, bone bracelets, a bone corslet, you name it. She can turn even the tiniest little chip of bone into a full sized skeleton. It's pretty handy, actually. Otherwise I'd have to hump all the bones around for her.