#Trevanion

[quietflorilegium]

“He hesitated, remembering something Finnikin had said to him on their journey. That somehow, even in the worst of times, the tiniest fragments of good survive. It was the grip in which one held those fragments that counted.”

Melina Marchetta, "Finnikin of the Rock"

[provincara]

Rereading the Lumatere Chronicles and damn so many of the couples in this series had horrible first impressions like???? Finnikin was so pissed when Isaboe joined him and Topher and then even more pissed when he realized she was just as smart as him, Trevanion yelled at Beatriss for being incompetent and then she slapped him in the face when HE was incompetent, Froi called Quintana a whore when he was like 5 feet from her room, pretty sure Perri and Tesadora tried to kill each other at some point?? even more minor couples like August and Abian ("pity the man who shares her bed" sir that would be YOU) and Harker and Jorja ("he hated me for the first five years of our marriage!") And don't even get me started on Lucian and Phaedra

But then they all kind of juxtapose beautifully with Grijio and Florenza's meet-cute at the end of the series, like after all of the horrific things that happened to these people there's some hope for goodness in the future ya know? like finally a good start

[a-crack-in-the-universe]

I never minded Evanjalin in the beginning of the series. It was only in Quintana of Charyn that I came to dislike her (mainly because of how she treated the Charynite refugees and Lady Abian). There’s also a line in the first book about how Isaboe was able to heal her cat when she was little, but that no one knew that she hurt it first. So I think she always had this mean/ruthless streak in her.

And about the “Finn gets sent to the mines” plan that she put into action, Finnikin is furious with her about it when he reunites with her about escaping, and so is Trevanion. So she does suffer some consequences for it, even if Finnikin and Trevanion forgive her eventually.

Agreed about Trevanion and Beatriss. Their story is so heartbreaking and it’s one of my favorite parts of the series. I love how it’s so realistic and shows us that sometimes there’s too much trauma to move forward together and that sometimes all you can do is go your separate way or wait. And that sometimes a happy ending can take years to happen.

I forgot how much I wanted to murder Evanjalin in the beginning of that series.

“I am gonna get you sent as a condemned slave to the mines with no warning in hopes this will further my restoration plan” is…ummmm.

The thing is, on reread I know and get her deep trauma and drive and need for vengeance and justice. But it still does not sit well with me, and never will. I both get why Finnikin gets over it and yet can never fully get over it myself.

The thing is, Finnikin x Evanjalin/Isaboe is very much the gender-reversed trope of sunshine girl x deeply fucked up hardened dude. And unlike fucked up x fucked up set up (see Warner x Juliette in Shatter Me, Dred x Jael in Dred Queen or even Froi x Quintana in this very series, not to mention 10x other stories) which is my favorite ship set up ever, the problem with sunshine x fucked up always becomes "well, I see what the fucked up one gets out of it, but how about the sunshine one?" In a lot of stories this gets circumvented by the fact that the mess is actually providing physical protection (the usual this is a dangerous environment/someone wants sunshine one dead/etc set up.) But Marchetta does not make it this easy here - Finnikin can fight just fine and he does not need protection from Isaboe (who cannot offer it anyway.) In fact, all the danger he faces is BECAUSE of Isaboe. The author thrusts it in your face and dares you to understand how trauma and desperation and cause can make people ugly and desperate and do all sorts of awful things. When I first read the trilogy, I ended up liking both Isaboe and Isaboe x Finnikin but it took me a very long time to get there and this is such an interesting thing. She is a person who will always put her cause above any person (even at the very end, if it came to cause v Finnikin, we know what she’d pick) and it’s a rare set up.

PS AAAAAAA Trevanion!!!! Our first glimpse of present day Trevanion.

Trevanion, Daddy of Finnikin and Daddy in every sense of that term.

He is actually probably my favorite character in this series (except Froi.) I find his character (and Lady Beatriss) such a heartbreaking deconstruction of a perfect warrior, perfect knight, perfect commander with a perfect oath and a perfect chivalric love story with a perfect lady. And then it's all destroyed in the most horrifying, brutal, prolonged, thorough way. And he's left alive and then what...

Out of all the happy endings in this series, I honestly find his and Beatriss' the most heartbreakingly hard won. They have some of the worst trauma but also unlike a lot of the other characters, they are not young and also they remember many years of peace and happiness and "before" so it's harder to adjust because of that as well.

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[archersgoon]

the other good thing about the finnfroi fuckheadfight is that while he is very teenaged about the whole thing me & froi have the same gripes with finnikin. the sheer relief in having someone say hey mate what the fuck is wrong with you? for the same reasons i say it cannot be overstated. yet another reason he is simply the best to ever do it i fear

[shinycelebs]

[roobylavender]

i just reread 'saving francesca' and enjoyed every second of the gang again! but am i the only one is hooked to every line of robert and mia, it's only on my reread, i'm noticing how much i adore those two. especially through frankie's fantastic narration

two of my favorite marchetta excerpts ever come from scenes between bob and mia

"take away your job and take away your kids and who are you, robert?" she asked once, over dinner. "your husband," he said, in what she calls his droll voice. "then take away me and who are you?" "take away you, the kids, and my job? is this a trick question? i'm dead, right?"

and ofc

"are you and daddy going to be okay?" i ask her. "why do you ask?" "because people grow out of people. you've known him for over twenty years." "i've known you for seventeen and i haven't grown out of you and i never will. why should it be different for daddy?" "because i'm your flesh and blood." "oh god, frankie, i breathe in rhythm with that man. you think that's not my flesh and blood after all these years?"

and and i also love this narration about bob

my dad's a builder and i love that about him. his name is robert and my mum calls him bob the builder. they've known each other since they were my age, so they're kind of like best friends. he's a bit immature, and i know that some of my mum's friends think she should have outgrown him years ago. some of his friends joke around that he should never have let her go and get her masters, as if the control was all his. that's what i love about bob the builder. he doesn't give a damn what his friends or family say. he doesn't give a damn that his wife has a dozen more degrees than he ever will. he works for himself, refusing to expand because he reckons it will change everything. i think my dad just likes what he does and who he is. sometimes my mum and her friends ask each other what they'd do if they had another life. my dad's answer is always the same. he'd marry a girl called mia and they've have two kids.

[scoobisnaxs]

English beauty

Christine Trevanion

[arctic-shard]

I wonder whats your interpretation of 5075 or if they even exist in your world/canon idk

They do exist in my canon - they were very briefly mentioned by Trevanion in The Black Lord's Tragedy. At the time, I said they were Black Court because I was running the idea that Alagaddans had different goop colours inside them depending on their humour instead of them all having black, but if I revisited them, I'd have them as Red Court since they all had comedy masks. Also, being rebellious and angry would be very role-breaking for a Red Court Alagaddan.

I never really delved into them, whether they found their own way out or had help, if they tried to find the Black Lord but it was boxed up tight by the Foundation at the time. 035 knows they existed, it's collected what the Foundation knows about Alagadda from various researchers over the years, and wishes it could have heard their music. Unfortunately for it, the Porcelain Gang Bang made no recordings.

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[cornishbirdblog]

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[talesofpassingtime]

She died: and I, crushed into the very dust with sorrow, could no longer endure the lonely desolation of my dwelling in the dim and decaying city by the Rhine. I had no lack of what the world calls wealth, Ligeia had brought me far more, very far more, than ordinarily falls to the lot of mortals. After a few months, therefore, of weary and aimless wandering, I purchased and put in some repair, an abbey, which I shall not name, in one of the wildest and least frequented portions of fair England. The gloomy and dreary grandeur of the building, the almost savage aspect of the domain, the many melancholy and time-honored memories connected with both, had much in unison wit the feelings of utter abandonment which had driven me into that remote and unsocial region of the country. Yet although the external abbey, with its verdant decay hanging about it, suffered but little alteration. I gave way, with a child-like perversity, and perchance with a faint hope of alleviating my sorrows, to a display of more than regal magnificence within. For such follies, even in childhood, I had imbibed a taste, and now they came back to me as if in the dotage of grief. Alas, I feel how much even of incipient madness might have been discovered in the gorgeous and fantastic draperies, in the solemn carvings of Egypt, in the wild cornices and furniture, in the Bedlam patterns of the carpets of tufted gold! I had become a bounden slave in the trammels of opium, and my labors and my orders had taken a coloring from my dreams. But these absurdities I must not pause to detail. Let me speak only of that one chamber, ever accursed, whither, in a moment of mental alienation, I led from the altar as my bride — as the successor of the unforgotten Ligeia — the fair-haired and blue-eyed Lady Rowena Trevanion, of Tremaine.

— E. A. Poe, Ligeia, paragraph twelve  

[provincara]

I was thinking about how the books in the Lumatere Chronicles have definite main characters, but that we also get other POVs througout the series, which led me to this: POV percentage per book/the series as a whole (this wasn't the most accurate research in the world, but it's close enough damn it).

I would have guessed that we had less of Froi's POV in Froi of the Exiles because all of the other POVs are so prominent in my memory, but I think Marchetta is just really good at spacing it out and timing things perfectly. We don't get Isaboe's POV until the last book, which I didn't realize before. Something that I HAD realized before, though, is that we don't get Trevanion or Beatriss after the second book, which has always bummed me out a little bit :( like, they get married and we don't get to hang out with them anymore (they were always kind of outliers though, as all the other major POVs are from the younger generation, which makes sense narratively). Also, Quintana's POV is the only one in first person, which I think is fascinating and such a wonderful move.

[dangermousie]

I forgot how much I wanted to murder Evanjalin in the beginning of that series.

“I am gonna get you sent as a condemned slave to the mines with no warning in hopes this will further my restoration plan” is…ummmm.

The thing is, on reread I know and get her deep trauma and drive and need for vengeance and justice. But it still does not sit well with me, and never will. I both get why Finnikin gets over it and yet can never fully get over it myself.

The thing is, Finnikin x Evanjalin/Isaboe is very much the gender-reversed trope of sunshine girl x deeply fucked up hardened dude. And unlike fucked up x fucked up set up (see Warner x Juliette in Shatter Me, Dred x Jael in Dred Queen or even Froi x Quintana in this very series, not to mention 10x other stories) which is my favorite ship set up ever, the problem with sunshine x fucked up always becomes "well, I see what the fucked up one gets out of it, but how about the sunshine one?" In a lot of stories this gets circumvented by the fact that the mess is actually providing physical protection (the usual this is a dangerous environment/someone wants sunshine one dead/etc set up.) But Marchetta does not make it this easy here - Finnikin can fight just fine and he does not need protection from Isaboe (who cannot offer it anyway.) In fact, all the danger he faces is BECAUSE of Isaboe. The author thrusts it in your face and dares you to understand how trauma and desperation and cause can make people ugly and desperate and do all sorts of awful things. When I first read the trilogy, I ended up liking both Isaboe and Isaboe x Finnikin but it took me a very long time to get there and this is such an interesting thing. She is a person who will always put her cause above any person (even at the very end, if it came to cause v Finnikin, we know what she’d pick) and it’s a rare set up.

PS AAAAAAA Trevanion!!!! Our first glimpse of present day Trevanion.

Trevanion, Daddy of Finnikin and Daddy in every sense of that term.

He is actually probably my favorite character in this series (except Froi.) I find his character (and Lady Beatriss) such a heartbreaking deconstruction of a perfect warrior, perfect knight, perfect commander with a perfect oath and a perfect chivalric love story with a perfect lady. And then it's all destroyed in the most horrifying, brutal, prolonged, thorough way. And he's left alive and then what...

Out of all the happy endings in this series, I honestly find his and Beatriss' the most heartbreakingly hard won. They have some of the worst trauma but also unlike a lot of the other characters, they are not young and also they remember many years of peace and happiness and "before" so it's harder to adjust because of that as well.

[schizografia]

Fin dall’infanzia m’ero imbevuto di un cosí fatto gusto per tali follie, che ora a me tornavano nel vaneggiamento del dolore. Ahimè, ben si poteva scoprire, lo sento, una traccia di incipiente follia nel fantastico fasto dei tendaggi, nelle solenni statue egizie, negli oggetti estrosi, nei mobili fantastici, nei dementi intrichi dei tappeti intessuti d’oro! M’ero fatto schiavo incatenato dell’oppio, e le mie travagliate opere, i miei ordini traevano colore dai miei sogni. Ma non indugerò a descrivere queste frenesie. Parlerò di un’unica camera, e di quella solo, esecrata per sempre, cui, in un momento di demenza, condussi dall’altare come mia sposa – la bionda, glauca d’occhi Lady Rowena Trevanion, di Tremaine, perché succedesse alla indimenticabile Ligeia.

Non v’è parte dell’architettura e della decorazione di quella stanza nuziale che non mi stia ora ben visibile davanti agli occhi. Che meditavano le anime altere della famiglia della sposa, che per sete d’oro permisero che una vergine, una figlia diletta varcasse la soglia di un luogo inorpellato a quel modo? L’ho detto, ricordo minutamente i particolari della stanza, sebbene altro, di grave importanza, giaccia in triste oblio. La stanza aveva sede in un’alta torre dell’abbazia fortezza; torre pentagonale e vasta. Occupava tutta la faccia meridionale del pentagono un’unica finestra – una lastra immensa e compatta di vetro veneziano – una lamina di color plumbeo, cosí che i raggi del sole o della luna attraversandola illuminavano di tetro lume gli oggetti dell’interno. Al di sopra della parte superiore di questa finestra enorme, si aggrovigliava l’intreccio di un rampicante annoso, che saliva su per le mura massicce della torre. Il soffitto, di buia quercia, si erigeva a stravagante altezza, ricurvo a volte minutamente lavorata con disegni eccentrici e grotteschi di invenzione tra gotica e druidica. Dal recesso piú recondito di questa malinconica volta pendeva, appeso ad un’unica catena di anelli d’oro, un incensiere dello stesso metallo, di disegno islamico, cosí ingegnosamente traforato che ne balenavano mutevoli fuochi, quasi mossi da serpentesca vitalità.

Ottomane, aurei candelabri di foggia orientale erano sparsi tutt’attorno, e vi era anche un talamo, un talamo nuziale di disegno indiano, basso, scolpito in solido ebano e protetto da un funereo baldacchino. Agli angoli della stanza si ergevano giganteschi sarcofaghi di granito nero, provenienti da una delle tombe regali di fronte a Luxor, chiusi dagli antichi coperchi fitti di arcaiche sculture. Ma ai tendaggi della sala, si affidava, ahimè, la fantasia suprema. Le vertiginose mura, di altezza gigantesca, sproporzionata, da cima a fondo erano ricoperte dalle ampie pieghe di una tappezzeria folta e massiccia, una stoffa che come tappeto ricopriva il suolo, rivestiva l’ottomana, e il letto d’ebano, e a quest’ultimo faceva da baldacchino, e a guisa di tenda con fastose volute parzialmente ricopriva le finestre. La stoffa era un ricchissimo tessuto d’oro. A intervalli irregolari lo chiazzavano arabeschi del diametro di un piede, lavorati in linee di un lucido nero. Ma codeste figure apparivano come arabeschi solo se contemplate da un unico punto di veduta. Con un procedimento ormai consueto e che risale all’antichità piú remota erano disegnate in modo tale da mutare aspetto. A chi sostava sulla soglia sembravano null’altro che mostruosità; ma, procedendo, le avrebbe viste trasformarsi; e, passo passo, il visitatore che avesse lentamente percorso la stanza, si sarebbe visto circondato da una interminabile successione di spettrali forme, care alla superstizione dei Normanni, e che riappaiono nella peccaminosa sonnolenza monacale. L’effetto fantastico era assai accresciuto da una impetuosa e ininterrotta corrente d’aria che, passando dietro ai tendaggi, dava al tutto una sinistra, conturbante agitazione.

Edgar Allan Poe, Ligeia

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they literally hated him for being bisexual