Learning to Fly

Keith: I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life with you. Lance: ... Lance: The rest of your life? It's too much like, you know, eternity. The one you said you don't want to be stuck with me. Keith: You will never forgive me for that, don't you?

i love palamades sextus because it's like. he's "the greatest necromancer of his generation". he's jealous of an eighteen year old. he's in a codependant relationship with his cousin. he's writing erotic wlw fanfic on the wallpaper of his hallucinated River bubble. he rewrote known necrophysics. he was homewrecked. he finds those little outfits that nurses wear and strong work ethic and high test scores sexy. he's been in love with a woman seven years older than him since he was eight. he gave an ancient saint turbo cancer. he blew himself up. he's dead. he's alive. he's banned from selling erotic wlw fanfic he conceived in his necrophysically impossible River bubble. he's taking care of the dead soul of the earth in the body of a girl who lobotomized herself. he never forgets anything. and he isn't even technically the main character. NO ONE is doing it quite like him.

one of many very sweet things about nona to me is that she intuitively correctly genders both pyrrha and palamedes despite them being in bodies that the people in her world generally perceive as the opposite sex. i don’t think tm necessarily set out to have trans themes in this narrative but i do think they shine through. anyway, nona/alecto/earth, i love you

rip naberius tern if there had been an available delusional straight woman among the necromancers and cavaliers at canaan she would have been obsessed with you. unfortunately everyone was queer or had standards