#'call me' - pyrrha dve

[scalierpepper]

"Pyrrha crossed over to the truck, to Nona, and leant heavily into the interior; Nona could see that she was sweating, in exactly the same way she had sweated after the bottle of bleach. She mumbled 'You knew this was happening. You knew this was happening months ago,' and when Nona put her hand on Pyrrha's, it was like Pyrrha hadn't even noticed her."

[civetside]

the doodles i doodled while i listened to the nona audio book babay! (plus my favorite pyrrha dve quotes)

[sbeana]

got a new art style bitchhesss heres pyrrha

[wrishwrosh]

nona and co playing safehouse

[dve]

we might not agree on everything in fandom but can we all at least agree we’re so horny for pyrrha dve

[woundworship]

took the "what does pyrrha call you?" quiz and got kiddie... giggling and kicking my feet

go take it

[asthedeathoflight]

I think its very funny to have had a few fandom posts that got Big but it still happens infrequently enough that i think of all my popular posts as like. Individual incidents. And whenever one of them starts getting notes again im like damn. People are really feeling the lesbianism post rn.

[tanoraqui]

you’ve heard of Her Divine Highness Gideon the First, First Daughter of the House of God, and all the compelling, often Fake Dating-laced AUs that might follow. But have you considered...Gideon Jr. Dve, favored daughter of the First, heir of Gideon the First, Saint of Duty?

the timeline diverges at 2 points:

Gideon (ours) inherits her mother’s perfectly normal dark brown eyes

Gideon (lyctor) follows the escape pod to Ninth House, arrives to find Wake’s corpse and living baby, to the bemusement of all the locals is like, “yes, that’s mine” and takes said baby back to the Mithraeum to confess his sins and beg forgiveness

the conversation that follows goes like this:

Gideon 1: I am so sorry, John, I don’t know what came over me, Wake was just...really hot. She’s dead now. But, um, this is our daughter, and I feel duty-bound to raise her, or at least see that she’s raised well - but it’s your call, of course (again, I’m sorry for sleeping with the enemy for over a decade)

JohnGod, vibrating at a frequency known only to necromantic immortals who maybe swallowed a sun or something: N I E C E ? !

Augustine, Mercy, and maybe Cytherea, exchanging frantic eye contact behind the other two’s heads: Is that the baby? / I don’t know! I thought you were keeping track of it! / I don’t know! Can’t you tell!? / Are they keeping it? / What the fuck are we going to do about this?!

So, Gideon (Jr.) grows up in the Mithraeum, which needless to say is a fucking weird place to grow up. 

this au is dependent on the assumption that none of these millennia-old necromancers can identify the thanergic/thalergic weirdness of the biological daughter of God on slight, so, just accept that. Maybe children of lyctors (I refuse to believe there haven’t been any before) are a little Like That anyway? The Conspirators do learn the truth pretty fast, DNA test or something, but they quickly decide that stealing the baby and running for the Ninth is a terrible plan, and G1deon and God have to let her out from underfoot eventually. They’ll wait.

the Ninth had already named her Gideon. Gideon 1 tries to change this, but alas, his terrible immortal friends all think it’s hilarious and call her Gideon Jr, or “Junior” or “Giddy” for short.

Cytherea is undoubtably the Cool Aunt, and also Giddy’s first crush

(neither Mercy nor Augustine want to touch children on account of potential stickiness, ruling them firmly out)

JohnGod makes so many Godfather jokes in a terrible Italian mobster accent, which Giddy then imitates with equal inability to mimic an accent, which either produces something completely unrecognizable as old-Earth Italian mobster OR somehow loops back around to being a perfect impression of Don Corleone

Pyrrha tries to resist the urge to check in, but fails, particularly around bedtime (usually a private father/daughter tucking-in ritual). Giddy, with the uncomfortable insight for a toddler, quickly grasps that Sunglasses Dad is a different persona than Normal Dad. Sunglasses Dad swears her to utmost secrecy about this, and she keeps the oath...almost entirely

she does let it slip to Normal Dad, who...

listen, G1deon has been concealing his mysterious lapses in awareness from God and his fellow lyctors for centuries; he’s not going to stop now. And he MUST have had suspicions about what caused them; he’s not an idiot. But he would, I think, be a responsible father. 

So when 7yo Gideon Jr. lets slip about her interactions with Sunglasses Dad - which she definitely doesn’t realize is a whole different person; she probably thinks it’s a weird character her dad acts as sometimes, like how Uncle God will play pretend as a mobster, pirate, horse, etc. When Gideon Jr. lets slip, Gideon Sr. sits her down with his daughter, gets her to tell him about Sunglasses Dad, and admits that, uh, yeah, sure, it’s a fun game they play together, and still very secret from everyone else...and if ‘Sunglasses Dad’ ever makes her feel scared, or god forbid hurts her, she should run away and find Uncle God and tell him everything immediately. 

(Because he has suspicions, he must have suspicions, especially at this point...but just in case he’s wrong, he’ll confess to this centuries-old secret rather than let any harm befall his daughter. It’s the only right thing to do.)

Some Actual Plot Maybe, IDK?:

when Gideon Jr. is 13, her father finally agrees to enroll her in the Cohort Academy for Gifted Officers-To-Be, or whatever its called. Gideon Sr. has a quiet word with the current head of Second House and Gideon Jr. enrolls incognito, and rolls up to this place with

- sword skills trained since birth with fucking lyctors

- an uncanny ability to survive should-be-deadly wounds

- the social skills of someone who has never spoken with anyone under the age of several millennia

- probably slightly more respect for, like, the concept of authority/order/duty/not being a smartass 24/7 than the canon Gideon we know and love...BUT she has also literally never suffered a consequence in her life, and...you know how Miles Vorkosigan’s insubordination habits are based partly in that for the first 18 years of his life, his commanding officers, essentially, were 2 of the most competent people on Barrayar? God Himself used to give Gideon horsey rides. Gideon might try, politely, to be impressed by the commander-instructor glaring at her personally, but she is...not.

- gay

[insert a full YA novel’s worth of coming-of-age shenanigans here, absolutely ft. Judith Deuteros and Marta Dyas as soon-friends]

AND THEN ONE DAY, JOD SENDS OUT AN INVITATION to the heir of the Nine Houses inviting them to the First...

now, Gideon does not have a single drop of necromantic ability. She never has. So she wants to be a cavalier so bad...

but even Gideon, sword bimbo that she is, couldn’t grow up with The lyctors and not notice that... Well, no one really talks about their cavaliers, except when Mercy and Augustine fight about them. There is a grieving, sucking wound where every lyctoral cavalier should be.

she still tried so hard to be one. Judith very nearly agreed to have her even over <3Marta<3 (whom they were both madly crushing on). Then Gideon had one of her rare meetings with her father (he’d swing by the Cohort Academy sometimes and they’d get lunch), and told him about it all excitedly, and he flatly forbade it. And then he went over her head and flatly forbade it to the Cohort. 

so there’s something Weird going on there, or at least there’s something being unfairly forbidden to Gideon like birds are forbidden to the indoor cat staring out the window, eagerly lashing its tail. 

so she hatches a Plan:

- 1. Stow away on Judith & Marta’s ship to Dominicus - 2. ??? - 3. Profit!

when she sees Cytherea there, she thinks, Oh shit, I’m busted.

fortunately, she’d waited until everyone else had disembarked and gone inside before she snuck off the ship, so Cytherea doesn’t see her. So now it’s up to Gideon to sneak around, make friends with the heirs of the Houses, and recruit them into helping her not get caught by her aunt! Who she assumes is here specifically to catch her out...or maybe to covertly oversee the trials...? Hey what is up with this place anyway?

(It’s fortunate because as soon as Cytherea sees Gideon, she’s going to change her plan to “kill everyone immediately, except Giddy, whom I take to the Ninth and exsanguinate to open that damn tomb.”)

(Unfortunately, once like 5 people have died, Gideon is likely to honorably reveal herself in order to ask Cytherea for help, because CLEARLY something has gone terribly wrong. This can’t really be part of the trials, right? Uncle God wouldn’t do that.)

[cheyconic]

I really just want Pyrrha Dve to take care of me for a week and call me kiddie is that too much to ask for?

[liesmyth]

locked tomb characters ranked by how cringe they are

because this post by @wifegideonnav reminded me that they’re all losers, but some are even more losers than the others

Hot Sauce: 1/10. This girl is cool in all possible ways and definitely future lead researcher material. No cringe, zero notes.

Pyrrha: 2/10. By far the least cringe of The Olds. Yes her nicknames for Nona have dad joke energy but she’s very earnest about it and it’s cute.

Juno Zeta: 2/10. Total MILF. Very smart and should know better than to get flirty with We Suffer, but I get it.

Marta Dyas: 3/10. A complete badass with a very sensible outlook on avoiding unnecessary forms. Call me Judith because I would also make a pass at her at the first possible chance.

Commander Wake: 3/10. She made Pyrrha fall in love with her, seduced ever-loyal G1deon into hatefucking and galvanized a dying resistance movement. She was genuinely nice to Gideon those 3 seconds they interacted in passing! Then she had to go and hide under the bed of a mentally ill teenager.

Dulcinea: 4/10. Her horniness for revenge is epic. Let down Pal as nicely as she could and managed to outwit Cytherea when it mattered. Not cringe at all.

Camilla: 4/10. Yes, she could kill you in seconds but she did once sell cigarettes, her most liquid asset, for about a third of their market value.

Alecto: 4/10. Scary eldritch woman-shaped creature with a sword, comes highly recommended by Pyrrha Dve. Loses points for confusing Middle English and thinking John was the best possible Sailor Earth when he was clearly the worst.

G1deon: 5/10. Utterly willing to burn for what he believes in. Yes, he probably needs some perspective but he made sure the baby had enough air before kicking Wake out of the airlock and Matthias Nonius thinks he’s an okay dude.

Pash: 5/10. She has that freedom fighter swag and the cool hair but she is a terrible bodyguard coasting on nepotism, sorry to say.

Palamedes: 6/10. He didn’t clock the serial killer pretending to be his ex because he was too busy going to painfully extreme lengths to avoid interacting with her.

Naberius: 6/10. My controversial opinion is that Babs is the least cringe of the Third House throuple. Yes he looks and acts like a peacock but he puts up with Corona snacking on him for no reason and is still nice to her, and gives Ianthe solid romantic advice.  

Nona: 6/10. Cringe in the unselfconscious way of a young teenager, and put this ability to use making Pal fess up to his nurse kink. She will never be cool but it’s part of her appeal.

Mercymorn: 7/10. Speaks in onomatopoeias. She knows she is insufferable so she’s gonna do her best to make sure to be the most insufferable person in every room. Once called John Gaius “the best man I who ever lived” to his smug face and not even blowing him up later makes up for that.

Ianthe: 7/10. Looks like a wet rat. Hopelessly dramatic but she pulls it off. Declares her love for Harrow at every turn in the most transparent possible way then pretends she’s just being snarky. Some cool points for actually getting shit done

Coronabeth: 7/10. Terrible taste in love interests. Her freedom fighter era was hot but she thinks pompadour hair is a good look? Also, the way she spent her whole life lying about necromancy speaks of extreme conflict avoidance. Cringe move.

Judith: 7/10. She deserved to suffer and has suffered more than she deserves. It’s cringe how she clings to her imperialist brainwashing but she gets a point for rightfully understanding she should be wary of Corona, something Ianthe still can’t even grasp.

Ortus: 7/10. Yes he quotes his own epic poetry WIP at people but he also had to grow up on the Ninth with nothing better to do. Genuinely a very nice guy.

Cytherea: 8/10. Her unhinged vibes are very hot but she killed a couple of nerds and two teenagers instead of anyone who was actually dangerous. Cringe of her!

Silas: 8/10. Smarmy cloud-looking motherfucker. He is a child Pope and I guess he can’t help the inherent cringe of the Eight. But that’s still no excuse for bringing a portrait of John all the way to Canaan House just to hang it in your bedroom, dude.

Gideon: 8/10. Babygirl is a horny virgin with the vocabulary of a nerd. Harrow is bones over tit in love with her and she fails to notice after living in Harrow’s brain for eight months. Gets points for managing to maintain impressive biceps on a diet with no protein.

Augustine: 9/10. Extremely cringe because of how hard he tries to pretend he’s not cringe. Cigarettes on a space station and effectively performing swag don’t make up for how much he clearly wants to suck John’s dick. Which he did at least twice.

Harrow: 10/10. Spent most of her life being mean to Gideon because she was too hot to deal with and lobotomized a coffee shop AU into existence. Thinks Ianthe Tridentarius is beautiful. Once built a bone cocoon to sleep in after not drinking water for two days. Should’ve told God months ago that she just didn’t want to eat his fucking biscuits and stop offering.

John: 10/10. Unfortunately, this scale only goes up to 10 but we all know it’s not enough. Deeply cringe in a myriad of ways, chiefly among them the way he inflicts his barely veiled incest kink on all his friends. That one dad joke was gold, though.

This was getting too long but for the record: Aiglamene is cool and so is Abigail Pent. Magnus is not cool but he’s a fun time. The Terrible Teens are exempt from judgement on account of being 14.

[dmsr-art]

i think tazmuir should be arrested for making pyrrha dve that hot actually . like that shouldnt be possible or even allowed

ur so right... but that's not her only offense, these are some other things she needs to be locked up for:

putting ianthe in a maid outfit (crime: too hot)

"Please touch me. I'll die" (crime: too hot)

every description of cam's tiny secret beautiful smile (crime: making me fall in love with someone who isn't real)

having the lyctors call each other brother and sister (crime: too hot)

[elfieafterdark]

Pyrrha Dve hasn't ever been a perfect woman, let alone a perfect person. Her mid-twenties weren't exactly spent at her best.

She had a few nasty habits, and a decent enough job to fuel them. Smoking, womanizing, and of course, drinking.

That last one was how she ended up at this hospital, sitting there all uncomfortably in the middle of the night. Fidgeting with her big hands, unable to fully sit still but lacking anything actionable to do.

She had, remarkably, fallen asleep at some point. The nurses kept telling her she could go home, they'd handle it, and she just kept staying.

What was she supposed to do? Leave the kid? Not an option.

It's gotta be morning by now. Caught in this in between place, with all the beeping and the noise. She can't even remember finding the kid, not really.

She just remembered showing up at the hospital with the kid.

She couldn't take it anymore, she finally flagged down a nurse, and asked, "how's the kid doing?" The nurse, who had started her shift at some point recently, judging by the significantly reduced bags under her eyes, was infinitely patient.

Once she knew what Pyrrha was talking about, she happily led her to the infant. Same as before, same as when she found her... Just, more tubes. Tubes and wires connected to the little baby.

"She's a little trooper. Aren't you sweetie?" The nurse asks, and the little baby coos. Pyrrha stared at the infant, at her dark skin, at her little tuft of red hair, at her golden eyes.

"What's with all the hardware?"

"Heart and oxygen monitors," explains the nurse, letting the baby grab one of her fingers as she talks, "We've also got her on TPN, that's total parent nutrition by the way." She added before Pyrrha could ask, "Just making sure that she's okay. God damn though, I can't believe someone would leave her in a box on the side of the road."

"Is that what happened?"

"That's what you told us, yes." The nurse confirmed. The baby gurgled, looking around at this strange world and clearly finding her tiny self utterly perplexed by it.

"Jesus." Pyrrha said. The baby looked her way, then smiled and reached, though she lacked the fine motor skills to properly do so.

Pyrrha offered a finger, and the baby grabbed one. Something happened then, to Pyrrha Dve, something involving her heart, and that heart collapsing in on itself.

"What..." Her words were thick and slow to roll off the tongue, "What happens now?" The nurse grabs a clipboard and starts writing.

"Well, now CPS gets involved. They try and find her parents, though something tells me they won't succeed there."

"bahhh." The baby added, rather unhelpfully for poor Pyrrha's heart.

"And when they can't find her birth parents, she's going to go into foster care." The nurse continued. Pyrrha straightened her posture at that.

"And, if I wanted... I mean, is me... an option?" As if expecting it, the nurse brandished a piece of paper with a phone number and some basic instructions written on it.

"Give them a call, they can get you all the literature. You'll have to be evaluated of course, but, I think she likes you."

Pyrrha looked back at the baby, the baby whose birth parents abandoned her. Left her to literally die. Pyrrha's never been so glad that Mercy convinced her to walk home rather than take a cab, by way of stealing the cab with Augustine and driving off without her.

"Hey kiddo." Pyrrha tried, and found it not unpleasant to say. "Uh, you got a good grip."

"Ahhh." Said the baby.

"Yeah," Pyrrha said, trying not to choke on how fucking precious this little life is, and how close it was to being snuffed out. "Me too."

Pyrrha Dve was going to make some changes, she decided it then and there. She was going to make some calls, she was going to get her act together.

She was gonna be a mom, the best mom she could be. And it all started by nearly tripping over a cardboard box on the side of the highway.

[kabbal]

Tes 5 women's wrongs préférées 💙

Vraiment ce classement a été difficile à organiser donc j'ai abandonné et je vais citer ces cinq dames sans faire de hiérarchie parce qu'elles le méritent

Valeria Garza (Call of Duty)

Fait-on plus women's wrongs que cette femme ? Ses crimes sont innombrables et son kuntenserven irréprochable. La sécurité de l'état mexicain devrait apprécier d'être troublé par elle. Son bisexual bob, son talent de manipulation et sa compréhension aigüe de comment tourner le patriarcat à sa sauce pour mieux dominer les autres en fait une total girlboss et le contraire d'une girl's girl. Cette femme est peut-être attirée par les femmes mais elle n'est pas une alliée. J'adore chaque fibre de son magnifique corps problématique.

De plus, elle a ce petit twist à la Irene Adler où elle bat les héros et s'en tire sans trop de dégâts, prête à repartir pour un tour. Si le monde était parfait elle serait dans tous les call of duty (malheureusement elle n'y est point. Elle a des skins très sexy dans Warzone, cependant, ce que j'accepte comme un compromis pragmatique)

Alicent Hightower (House of the Dragon)

On n'échappe pas au cycle du trauma avec cette délicieuse femme, on le perpétue! à l'infini! Son hypocrisie et son incapacité à comprendre ses propres émotions en font une horrible personne que jamais je n'aimerais côtoyer, mais ses longs cheveux bruns et ses grands yeux pleins de larmes me conduisent à justifier tous ses méfaits. So what si elle a commencé une guerre à cause de paranoia et de slut-shaming probablement induit par le fait qu'elle a fumble l'héritière du trône alors qu'elle avait totalement moyen de l'embrasser passionnément dans leur jeunesse ? God forbid women have hobbies

Aelis (Kaamelott)

Comment ne pas mentionner mon OG women's wrongs, Aelis. Elle tente littéralement de la coercion sexuelle à sa première apparition. Une femme à la morale absolument dans les égouts mais chacune de ses trop rares apparitions me remplit de joie. Astier si tu n'es pas un lâche confirme dans kv3 partie 6 qu'elle a fui la cour pour vivre dans un cottage avec Démétra où elles se menacent de divorce toutes les semaines et se roulent des patins le reste du temps.

Hélène de Sparte (mythologie grecque)

Littéralement mon personnage préféré de toute la mythologie grecque. Elle est tellement fascinante pour moi et à ce jour je n'ai pas encore trouvé de version d'elle en dehors du texte original du cycle troyen qui corresponde à la vision que j'ai d'elle. Elle est tellement ambivalente : à la fois maudite et bénie par sa beauté, avec tellement de relations compliquées avec tout le monde. Ses intentions et son agentivité sont des points d'interrogation permanents. Une ville est tombée pour elle. On a sacrifié des enfants en partant et en retournant de la guerre menée en son nom. Elle-même se traite de chienne quand on lui pose la question. Euripides en a fait sa blorbette et l'a absolue de toute responsabilité dans cette affaire, ce qui est objectivement hilarant.

Pyrrha Dve (The Locked Tomb)

Je suis obsédée par elle depuis que je sais qu'elle a utilisé la possession du corps de son meilleur ami pour avoir une relation avec une terroriste, tout en sachant que ledit meilleur ami était déjà dans une relation avec ladite terroriste. Mais il ne faut pas oublier son implication dans la création d'une société autoritaire et ultramilitarisée aux accents fachistes. Ainsi que le fait qu'elle a au minimum accepté de laisser passer un plan qui impliquait de fracasser un bébé contre un rocher. Quand on voit tout ça, sa relation problématique avec des jeunes gens de 10 000 ans ses cadets passe comme une lettre à la poste. Also, she's a butch

Mention honorable :

Mel Medarda (Arcane)

Elle n'est pas dans la liste des women's wrongs parce que objectivement elle est une personne éthiquement respectable, contrairement à toutes les charmantes femmes citées plus haut. Mais ce que j'aime beaucoup chez elle, justement, c'est qu'elle occupe un rôle qui serait traditionnellement attribué à une women's wrongs (la politicienne, la femme fatale, la mentor du côté obscur) et elle arrive à cependant garder sa morale et ses principes et être un personnage positif. Elle est également sans aucun doute la plus belle femme que j'ai jamais vu de ma vie. Si elle ne revient pas dans la prochaine saison je brûle Netflix.

(sa daronne est totalement une women's wrongs par contre hehehe)

[createacamillahect]

Okay, I just saw your latest ask answer with Palamedes getting the dicking down of his life and now I'm thinking: what about his first time having sex with a cunt in Cam's body and it's his first time being penetrated. What if Pyrrha is real gentle and slow with him where he knows she typically goes harder with Cam. And what if it's just mind-blowingly good for him?

Omg...

Last ask

In retrospect, Pyrrha Dve should not have fucked with Camilla Hect.

It was just so fun, teasing and seeing her adorable brow furrow when she called her and Nona "her girls."

And when Camilla yanked Pyrrha's collar and whispered huskily in her ear, "Do you want to fuck him?" like she was passing a plate of hors d'œuvres, Pyrrha said yes without hesitation.

Which led to Palamedes via Camilla in her lap, still grinding atop her cock, lips swollen and lust hazy eyes evaluating Pyrrha's reaction to his confession that he's never been penetrated before.

Her roguish grin drops. She leans him back on the couch. She wraps his hand around her bicep - his eyes flutter - and she tells him to tap if he wants her to stop and he has trouble speaking. One tap for pause and two for stop, full brakes. Palamedes is about to voice how the taps won't be necessary when Pyrrha begins to slide into him and his mouth opens in a breathless gasp. He taps once and she gives him a second, watching him take ragged breaths as he processes how it feels.

When he nods, she continues, transfixed by the adorable pinch of his brows.

Once she's bottomed out, he sighs. "Fuck, that's good." He nods, "Ready."

Pyrrha goes slow, edging herself with the slow powerful rhythm, and Palamedes keens through Camilla's lips, tightening around her with every thrust.

He hasn't opened his eyes for a few minutes, head tilted back and eyes screwed shut.

Pyrrha reaches one hand down and lazily thumbs his clitoris.

"She never lets me go slow with her. Never makes those pretty expressions for me, but you're easier than her, aren't you?" she coaxes him, and the flush covering his cheeks and chest deepen at the compliment.

He laughs. "I could never resist, she never had to wait long with me."

Pyrrha laughs, kissing his neck. "Me neither."

It only takes a few more minutes before his breath comes in staccato, and Pyrrha puts more weight into her thrusts as she increases the pace of her thumb, and Palamedes cries out as his cunt clamps around Pyrrha.

Pyrrha grunts, emptying herself into Palamedes for his first time.

They're both panting. Pyrrha easing him back down as she kisses him languidly, and before long he is tipping his hips against her for more.

Camilla comes back to her body exhausted and smiles, closing her eyes to bask in Palamedes' afterglow.

"You took care of him," she smiles.

"Yeah," Pyrrha huffs. "He's not easily sated either, you owe me a cigarette."

Camilla grins before flipping Pyrrha on her back, a move Pyrrha helped her perfect on the beach.

She hums. "Neither am I," she says, leaning down to kiss Pyrrha slowly as she begins to grind her hips against Pyrrha. "Make it a pack."

[celira]

day 25

She wondered too, you know. She wasn't an idiot. The more people asked her how come God, her deadbeat half-rate Most Divine of the Divine father, of all people, hadn't been able to bring her back more completely, the more she circled the drain. 

Kiriona was not here to circle the drain. She was here to finally get to fucking use her hard-won status for…something. Anything. A consolation prize for being partway alive.

So when Mumfucker Prime had the gall to keep looking at her askance after the most frigid bitch of the century had disappeared with her– with Harrow, who somehow had finally gotten whacked back into the proper body and then promptly buggered off– anyway, it got on her last deadened nerve. Which is why it made perfect sense to whip around and demand, “What, you could’ve done it better?”

Pyrrha’s face blanked. “Done what, kid?”

“Don’t call me that. Done better with–” she gestured– “this.”

“‘Course not.”

“Then stop looking at me like that.”

“What do you think I’m looking at you like?”

“Like– I don’t want your fucking pity.”

“I don’t pity you,” Pyrrha said levelly. “I do wonder what John’s endgame is.”

“What?”

“You’re not– well. He’s not delivering a perfect body to the grave."

“What.”

“If you don’t want pity, don’t get mad when someone’s straight with you. I’ve said it before: he’s done the bare minimum. Why?”

And if that didn’t fucking taste like ashes in her mouth, the idea of her tattered soul being a glorified meatsack propeller and not much else, she didn’t know what else could. Why did she try? Why would anyone make the mistake of engaging Pyrrha Dve and her myriad of experience being a wrecking ball?

Pyrrha was looking at her closely. “It’s a raw deal, kid, but it’s not on you. You shouldn’t have had to go through any of this.” 

Kiriona didn’t bother pushing back this time, and she didn’t want to think about why.

[lady-harrowhark]

🫂 Share a line (or dialogue exchange) that shows the relationship between two characters.

🫂 Share a line (or dialogue exchange) that shows the relationship between two characters.

Pyrrha had gotten done at work earlier than usual and made it here in time for the end of one of your speech therapy sessions. When your therapist asked you to tell her who had just gotten here, it wasn’t necessarily a surprise that you gave an answer. But it was a surprise that your answer was, “Mom.” I have never seen Pyrrha freeze like that. She had just set down her bag and was pulling off her jacket when you stopped her in her tracks. It had slipped halfway down her arms before she got her wits about her to respond. “Yeah,” she said, “It’s good to see you, kiddo.” Her voice was casual as she leaned down to press a kiss to the top of your head, but when she turned to hang her coat up, she was blinking hard. Even when we were kids, it was always just “Pyrrha.” She didn’t even like us calling her Ms. Dve, back when she would chaperone our elementary school field trips. She’d wrinkle her nose and tell us to “save it for the adults who actually deserve some respect.” I avoided calling her anything, a compromise between the obedience and deference towards adults that had been drilled into me by my parents. I’ve never heard you call her anything but Pyrrha, and certainly never “Mom.” Until today.

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