[Hm, yes - there's plenty of unpacked items left in there, mostly about Harrow and God, but more importantly Harrow. Palamedes' pointed, practiced neutrality about God and his Awful Business is a thing he's likely to revisit in due time, but for now - well.
For Gideon and Harrow and Paul (and Kaworu, although he knows marginally less there) to live in a real house with a comparatively better level of warmth and care than the usual, Palamedes can stop telling God to go fuck himself. Probably.]
Sure, [he says, to the thanks, and quirks a brief smile for it.] Of course. We're friends.
[@ harrow endure his friendship ty]
Are you familiar with the popular poetry style of the Sixth? [uhhhh haha-] It's mostly erotic.
[But did he still read it, even if it was for the thot corps, yes indeed.]
[The casualness with which Palamedes call Harrow a friend strikes Ortus between the fourth and fifth ribs of his left side, perfusing his pericardial cavity with an intrusive and unfamiliar ache. His mouth moves in a soft downward bow, not saddened, but as if a taut string idly plucked by a passing hand.
It is fortunate for all parties involved that the young Warden proceeds to a much less awkward topic than that of friends, and Harrow's grim paucity thereof: the lurid poetry of the Sixth. Ortus is grateful for the protective layer of his paint as his cheeks warm and his eyes drop away to a fascinating shadow on the side of his shed.]
I am familiar. [A polite hem of a cleared throat.] There were several works that an archivist of the Sixth was willing to transcribe for me, as they referenced the subject of my work. They were...illuminatingly descriptive.
[Perhaps if he blasphemes now, divine retribution will act as his salvation. He entertains the thought for a passing moment.]
If the style of Sixth poetry is best known to you, might I suggest the poetry of the Seventh? It is not wholly dissimilar in composition, though...differently florid.
[Haha, oh, the poor Ninth and their ascetic everything. Would that every Ninth scion could be as open about the joys of unabashedly horny media as Gideon. Palamedes decides not to; instead he nods, as if Ortus' polite glance aside is not akin to visibly steaming out of the ears from any other House.
He thinks for a moment, hand tucked under his chin, then with a snap of his fingers:]
Oh— 'All Entrancing Beside the Vapors and the Metacarpals' had to have been in there, correct? I never liked the 'Vapors' addition, it always seemed trite to me. That's a fairly early piece in the canon, and not usually picked for the off-world set. Maybe if the Ninth welcomed more visitors.
["If the Ninth wanted to give the hardest battles to our sexiest soldiers," that is.]
Anyway, I know plenty of Seventh poetry, though only filtered through the Lady Septimus' personal tastes. 'Differently florid' is a spectacularly apt description.
[Palamedes has found the hidden key to Ortus' passions: tetchy literary criticism. He pivots back to the conversation with alacrity, nodding along. He even acknowledges the unfortunate lack of visitors to the Ninth with downswept lashes and a mild, colorless hm of concurrence.
He's braced for the mention of the Lady Septimus. He does not betray recognition, although it grieves him to do so. This is not the time or the place to speak of her specifically, and not without discussion of the matter with his own lady.
But he does allow himself to recall her, a woman so vivid that she reclaimed her life after death, and perhaps there is an especial sympathy between them for that. He cannot help but extend some of it to the young man before him.]
It was. Despite the reliance on formula, I will grant that Vapors provided a thorough catalog of the body armor typical of the time period, although [it must be the pollen, making him clear his throat so often] in the context of speculation on its removal.
As for the Seventh, there are exceptions. Some poets of the House favor a return to sparser forms, which I had little opportunity to explore.
I assume you are familiar with the Archives here. I am amazed at the breadth of their collection, including volumes from our own Empire...if you were to have any further suggestions for my reading, I would be obliged to you, Warden.
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For Gideon and Harrow and Paul (and Kaworu, although he knows marginally less there) to live in a real house with a comparatively better level of warmth and care than the usual, Palamedes can stop telling God to go fuck himself. Probably.]
Sure, [he says, to the thanks, and quirks a brief smile for it.] Of course. We're friends.
[@ harrow endure his friendship ty]
Are you familiar with the popular poetry style of the Sixth? [uhhhh haha-] It's mostly erotic.
[But did he still read it, even if it was for the thot corps, yes indeed.]
I would love to delve into something else.
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It is fortunate for all parties involved that the young Warden proceeds to a much less awkward topic than that of friends, and Harrow's grim paucity thereof: the lurid poetry of the Sixth. Ortus is grateful for the protective layer of his paint as his cheeks warm and his eyes drop away to a fascinating shadow on the side of his shed.]
I am familiar. [A polite hem of a cleared throat.] There were several works that an archivist of the Sixth was willing to transcribe for me, as they referenced the subject of my work. They were...illuminatingly descriptive.
[Perhaps if he blasphemes now, divine retribution will act as his salvation. He entertains the thought for a passing moment.]
If the style of Sixth poetry is best known to you, might I suggest the poetry of the Seventh? It is not wholly dissimilar in composition, though...differently florid.
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He thinks for a moment, hand tucked under his chin, then with a snap of his fingers:]
Oh— 'All Entrancing Beside the Vapors and the Metacarpals' had to have been in there, correct? I never liked the 'Vapors' addition, it always seemed trite to me. That's a fairly early piece in the canon, and not usually picked for the off-world set. Maybe if the Ninth welcomed more visitors.
["If the Ninth wanted to give the hardest battles to our sexiest soldiers," that is.]
Anyway, I know plenty of Seventh poetry, though only filtered through the Lady Septimus' personal tastes. 'Differently florid' is a spectacularly apt description.
no subject
He's braced for the mention of the Lady Septimus. He does not betray recognition, although it grieves him to do so. This is not the time or the place to speak of her specifically, and not without discussion of the matter with his own lady.
But he does allow himself to recall her, a woman so vivid that she reclaimed her life after death, and perhaps there is an especial sympathy between them for that. He cannot help but extend some of it to the young man before him.]
It was. Despite the reliance on formula, I will grant that Vapors provided a thorough catalog of the body armor typical of the time period, although [it must be the pollen, making him clear his throat so often] in the context of speculation on its removal.
As for the Seventh, there are exceptions. Some poets of the House favor a return to sparser forms, which I had little opportunity to explore.
I assume you are familiar with the Archives here. I am amazed at the breadth of their collection, including volumes from our own Empire...if you were to have any further suggestions for my reading, I would be obliged to you, Warden.