nothing is working with me

[lipochrome]

Who: Open, but due to the content of the prompts, please PM me before tagging if we don't already have CR
What: Winter Mournings
When: December
Where: The Locked Tomb; Trench

Content Warnings: Marked in comment headers, but expect death, child abuse, self-harm, and Nona the Ninth spoilers throughout


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[necroprince]

[Ianthe stands back, watching this unfold. She knows it's Kiriona's memory, of course, but her concern for the moment isn't Kiriona so much as what happened after she fell. She watches the others, the Resurrection Beast inhabiting Harry, Pyrrha, the old man.

But of course, she came in the middle. And Kiriona's seen all this. The tomb required a death, and the old man volunteers. It's not as if she and Kiriona had spent seven months swapping stories of abuses, but she can still recognize it for what it is, that cannibalistic hunger for revenge.

It won't help. Nothing ever satisfies the hunger. Becoming a saint - a lyctor - hadn't helped Ianthe. The best damn necromancer since the original ascension. It still wasn't enough.

But - even though this memory tells of a betrayal, of Kiriona choosing John over her, the empire (okay, Kiriona never really gave a shit about the Empire), over... well, really anything - she looks at the hand grasping the old man's frail neck and it's got the stupid fucking friendship bracelet that they made as a joke. Maybe they can have some fun with pretending. The ferocity in her rage is... frankly, kind of hard to watch, but also very sexy and very relatable, so she steps forward.]

Careful, your highness. [She places a cold hand on Kiriona's even colder shoulder.] You don't want to kill him too quickly, do you?

Want me to sew his mouth closed?