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the fact that maven was this close to killing mare but at the last moment gives her enough room to kill him instead, and that he’s seemingly pleased with that outcome fucking kills me and i want victoria to know that that was unfair and evil and i’m suing for emotional distress
He chose her at the end. Even with his mother’s voice still whispering in his head. He fought it and chose her.
IM SOBBING AIDBDISIAJWNBWW I AM SUING VICTORIA THIS IS TOO MUCH HURT
I KNOW RIGHT. WTF. SHE COULDVE MADE HIM DIE AS A DISGUSTINGLY EVIL PERSON BUT SHE HAD TO TORTURE US. I SWEAR I WOULDVE BEEN OKAY IF HE DIED EVIL BUT THIS IS TOO MUCH
it hurts more when you think about how it was maven who ended up being the one to kill thomas, even if unintentionally. he couldnt do it again. :)
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His lips form a thin line. “No, all we need is a whisper. Is that right?” He tilts his head and narrows his eyes. Without Elara, things would never have gone this way. Without Elara, his father would be alive. Without Elara, Maven would be his darling little brother again. Maven would be happy. He sucked on his teeth, his eyes roving over his brother’s gaunt form. Now that he truly saw Maven, he saw how week he really was. How little he looked, you haven’t been taing care of yourself. He wanted to say. Upon the millions of other things, he wanted to say. I’m sorry, I love you, I will help you. Would he even hear it?
Your mother. His mind hissed. Your mother, who took mine away from me. He almost thought his brother insane, being haunted by his mother— perhaps she really was still pulling the strings. He’d be a hypocrite. He’d be lying if he didn’t hear his father in his head right now, convincing Cal that Maven was a monster. Not a Calore. Merandus through and through. It was a silly thought… the both of them haunted by their dead parents, each wanting their own revenge. He closes hie yes and takes a deep breath. Inches for miles, he reminds himself. Inches for miles. “I’ll… have something brought down to you, I mean, I’ll bring you something.” His fingers caress the flamemaker bracelets in his pockets, a spare, one he’d saved for Maven and had almost slid them through the bars to offer his brother a new life. Not yet.
“She’s gone… Mavey.” His heart almost breaks at the defeated look on his brothers face, or what he can discern as defeat. “She can’t hurt you anymore.”
he sucks in a breath. mavey. his fingers curl against his arms, and his face contorts, caught somewhere between a grimace and a smile. mavey. does he deserve a nickname, after all that he's done? after all the suffering he's caused? he doesn't feel remorse, but he can feel the guilt of the associated actions, the weight of the world around him. grandmother lerolan probably thinks him a monster. rightly so, he sat by as his mother killed her son, his own father. their father. " i'm damaged enough. even if she were here, there is little more mother could do. she'd tried. " she'd always tried, maintaining his image, deleting subsections of him to make way for perfection, an ever-evolving picture-perfect king. he hasn't been himself for years, can hardly attribute the him of now to the him of that childhood spent in shadows listening in to conversations in whitefire's halls. " ... i don't know if i'd be able to keep down anything you would bring. "
we all have a fire burning in us; some of us just choose to forge from it.
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He could if he wanted. He liked to believe that he could. But when it came to his brother, perhaps that was not a choice he could ever make. An order he could ever follow no matter who it came from. Killing Maven was like taking a piece of himself away. A piece of his past, gone forever. But maybe not. Everything he had seen, everything he had heard proved his brother was the monster that tore Norta apart, and he the hero who would save it. But the boy in front of him…
Didn’t look like a monster.
He looked lonely, maybe even afraid, he looked tired. He pursed his lips and pushed himself off the bars. “No cameras to share my secrets to the world, Maven.” Not that the world would find out that Maven was still alive. No one would. “No E–” He bit back his words before he could say them. Bringing her into this conversation would do no good. It never did. “Are you hungry?”
" you don't need cameras to have loose lips, tiberias. " cal trusts people too much. maven shakes his head with a sigh, frowns a bit, the most he's emoted in years, before he stares down at his hands, seemingly in thought. was he hungry? his own desires and wants have always been hard for him to distinguish. hungry for what? there are so many ways one can be starving. why is he letting his mind wander so far away from the question? " ... i don't know. i might be. " he closes his eyes, lets out another sigh. he already knows what cal was going to say, and while he's right... " ... just because mother isn't here physically, it doesn't mean that she's gone. " she's cursed me with her spirit in my poisoned brain, like a poltergeist, he wants to say. but he keeps it in.
dutyuntodeath:
He hesitated at the doorway, immediately questioning his decision to come here. He almost couldn’t do it… didn’t want to do it. But yet he had to see for himself. Despite their meeting at the Province, despite everything his brother had said and done— despite the fact that he saw it for himself, there was a small part of him that knew his brother, the one Elara could not reach, was still in there.
He stood tall and glared at the broken young man in front of him. “Your time is coming.” Soon. Not yet. Probably never if he could help it. He doubted he would be able to withstand Maven’s death. Doing it himself was another thing, it would break him. He leaned against the bars of the holding cell and watched his brother. It was… odd to him, to see Maven like this. The little boy who used to be terribly afraid of the dark, Cal would stay with him until he was brave enough to face the dark alone. He never should have left. Never should have abandoned Maven. Never should have broke the promises he made to his brother when they were children. Before they became what their parents made them. Monsters in their own right.
“You are a prisoner on my lands. In my palace. I decide what happens to you.” But did he really want to?
" of course. but you aren't the type to make difficult decisions like this." he never was. strategy was one thing, something cal had always excelled at, placing chess pieces in precise points to secure victory in the smallest war, biggest scrimmage. tactics were something maven was never apt with. one of them could choose, and the other could follow through with those choices to victory. it’s almost tragic, maven muses. had his mother not made him into what he became, he and cal could have caused norta to flourish, as the king’s right hand man. his most trusted advisor, his brother. but such a farce is already played out too much. he was never apt at anything but concealing himself, and even that wasn't learned, that was taught, forced. imprints of elara left in him like scars. " i would ask what you have planned, but it's not wise to share secrets, and i'm sure you know that firsthand by now, tiberias. " his eyes focus forward — or, at least, appear to focus. his vision blurs a few times, another headache splitting his conscious. stop feeling, he can hear elara's voice. it won't do you any good.
tonights mood is drinking two seagrams and redoing mavens theme
@dutyuntodeath
it's almost amusing, when cal — no, he's tiberias the seventh, the king, now — walks into the room, his holding cell. he keeps himself from sneering, facade of calm seated upon his face like it was always meant to be there, even if his insides are turbulent at the sight of his sibling. the man he'd tried to kill. the man he should never have seen again. why is he even alive? " ... couldn't leave me dead, brother? did you need to kill me with your own hands? " he can't. he still cares. he's always cared — always had the capacity to. why does he taunt him like this? " she should have killed me. i asked that, remember? or is a death not in line with my wishes the punishment you have in mind for someone like me? "
NO I RELATED TO HIM SO MUCH THO
yeah me too dude... me too im dead hes dead were all dead

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ANYONE WHO HAS READ WAR STORM CAN YOU TELL ME WHAT THE “turn around” AND “can I make a request” SCENE ARE ABOUT
there are multiple “turn around” scenes. the “can i make a request” scene is maven telling cal that he wants his body to be buried with elara, and to be killed in the same way she was, by mare.
mare:
cal:
mare:
maven calore has been found dead in archeon
is he okay
hes alright but he died
chapter 31 + chapter 37 — war storm, victoria aveyard.
enough to free my arm. i don’t think. i just swing wildly, blade ready, as his eyes fade. they seem sad and... satisfied.
the fact that maven was this close to killing mare but at the last moment gives her enough room to kill him instead, and that he’s seemingly pleased with that outcome fucking kills me and i want victoria to know that that was unfair and evil and i’m suing for emotional distress
Did you like Maven's POV?
as much as i judge victoria’s writing, i found the chapter after to be better written than his. while his POV does enlighten us a lot on his mental state and how elara’s interference affected him, even now, where he can hear her constantly (and seemingly berating him) in his mind… it seems to slink along at a pace that i don’t personally enjoy. it’s a nitpick of my own, but it also comes from the fact that first-person POV is a difficult thing to go about, especially in terms of show-don’t-tell. and… well, aveyard does a lot of telling without a lot of explanation of what’s happening. it’s better for screenplay than a novel, in my opinion.

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mare, i’m not feeling so good......... [dies]