23 Jun 2021
Gideon woke up floating, disoriented. Her bedroom was cloaked in the full dark of night, muggy with humidity. Her ceiling fan struggled to provide a sluggish breeze, going about one rotation per hour. Gideon felt an unfortunate kinship; it felt like her brain was swimming at the same rate.
She took inventory of the situation:
1. Her mouth tasted like regret and beer.
2. She was fully clothed, shirt, belt, socks and all.
3. She was wedged on her side by two pillow barricades.
4. There was someone in the bed next to her.
Carefully(the alcohol hadn’t entirely left her system) Gideon levered herself onto her arm, steeled herself, and turned around to observe a sight most gruesome.
The clock on her bedside table read 4:05am. Someone had left her window blinds open. Harrowhark Nonagesimus, her nemesis, roommate, and childhood friend was —holy shit— sleeping next to her.
09 Jan 2021
I arrived early the morning of the third day, just in time for your funeral.
I wouldn’t have come at all, if not for Harrow’s message. One postcard, arrived the night before last, reading in neat nunscript, I invoke in you now the covenant of the chain. She’d written it in her own blood, the delightful creature.
I don’t know about you, but I’m a sucker for a good binding ritual. Besides, I could never deny our Harry, could I?
05 Sep 2020
Linhardt and Lysithea host the paranormal & true crime webseries Garreg Mach Unsolved.
It's gone... surprisingly viral. Their latest video, on the immortal Cichol conspiracy, hit eighty four thousand views in a week. It's a payoff a year in the making. For the first launch anniversary and season one finale of G.M. Unsolved, they're planning to stay a night in the most haunted house in Adrestia- the manor of the Dread Count of Hrym.
The accounts of what happened there 300 years ago are conflicting, but there are a few elements that stay the same with each telling.
The young count of Hrym, the priest of Seiros, the demon, and the tragic ending.
04 Jan 2021
“You, however... We have not taken great pains to conceal you from the world only to let this advantage gather dust. It’s about time we use that secrecy, hm? No, don’t give me that face, Cam.” Camilla schools her face back into impassiveness from the expression she hadn’t realised she had allowed to cross her brow. “I have spoken of you in every letter I have sent the Duchess.”
or, Sixth House chatter during Canaan House as the Warden and his Hand begin to tug on the threads of the mystery that is "Lady Septimus".
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04 Jan 2021