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[Pleased to have Gilia resting against her, Ianthe idly toyed with a loose curl and closed her eyes.]

That one's Iggy's work. The night sky behind us was painted by Wesley. The majestic stag in the field of flowers found in the bedroom was Alina's. The wall in the kitchen is yours to do with as you please.

[ She settled the same, her arm looping loosely over Ianthe's waist, head on her shoulder. Lulled by her heartbeat against her ears. ]

I do not know if I can make anything so beautiful... [ She rubs her cheek there, in thought. ] Flowers... perhaps skulls wreathed in flowers for you.

Anything you want. The kitchen is more your realm than mine anyway.

[Ianthe chuckled a little, wondering if she'd ever be allowed in there again.]

There's a lot of knucklebones available if you want to use some. Harrow loved her knucklebones.

[ That's a new name. ]

Who is Harrow?

Reverand Daughter Harrowhark Nonagesimus. She's also a lyctor from the Ninth House. An incomplete one, but a bone adept. Her grasp of osseogenesis is far beyond anyone I've ever seen. She's the one that crafted my arm.

[Ianthe sighed, eyes closed.]

We were dating for a while. I had plans to marry her some day, but she's in love with someone else. She was here for a while but has disappeared. [Along with Corona. With Gideon.]

I am sorry.

[ She smooths her hands against her side. ]

You must miss her too, very much.

Yeah. Shared a room with her in the boarding house along with Kiriona. [Oh.] Kiriona is John's daughter. She's dead. Or was. Before the Duchess gave her life here. I suppose she's probably dead again.

She's my closest friend back home. The other Tower Prince, Heir to the Empire. A fun lay. Big and beefy.

John had a daughter?

[ That was - not expected. ]

How awful, for both of you.

Yeah. He didn't know about her until like a year ago when she was already dead. It's a whole mess of a story, involving treason and murder and cavaliers and revenants.

[Ianthe's bone fingers slipped into golden curls.]

Ask me some other day about that. I don't want to get depressed.

[ R I P ]

Is that the different types you have with - the spirits - not that is that, I understand - [ just the way she understands the different disciplines. ]

- You are good with the matter of skin and flesh. But Revered Daughter Harrowhawk is best with Os-ose... Os-..... bones.

[ Frick. ]

And... I suspect John is the best of... all of them? As he is 'God'?

Necromancy originated with John. It's different for him than it is for the rest of us. Best I can describe it as he just wings it while the rest of us need to be precise and articulate. Mathematical.

[It was so frustrating.]

By that definition, he can do anything but he's more of a generalist/jack-of-all-trades.

The rest of us fall under one of the three disciplines - flesh, bone, and spirit. Each House tends to favor one over the others though we're trained in all. [Some more than others.]

As Scion of the Third and in order to carry out my sister's con, I had to master flesh magic whether I wanted to or not, because it was expected for the Crown Princess. It was all show to me. My true field of study has always been as a liminal mage - an occultism. I studied Resurrection Theory. It's a very taboo path of study. And that is Spirit. I'm dual-specialized in both Flesh and Spirit.

Harrow mastered Bone and is shit at the other disciplines. She just has raw talent that's frankly unreal and unfair.

[ She gently brushes her fingers back and forth in thought, as Ianthe speaks, about the differences between John, Ianthe, Harrow and all the houses. ]

... I suspect that is because John is more like myself, than he is like you. He is containing a Spirit, not inherited ability. [ Her fingers then stop as she goes in thought. ]

But this is all so fascinating, forgive my questions. You seem to work on a premise of something that enables us to make the Bonds at all.

Yes, I learned that recently. [Don't mind the grumble in that. It's a sore subject.]

There's a lot of nuance within necromancy and further delineation within each discipline.

[And then Ianthe's thoughts swerved as the reference to Alecto had her thinking about that conversation with John.]

John told me something interesting the other day when we were taking about Pre-Res Earth culture and my interactions with this from Earth here. I already knew the Third House used to be called Neptune, but what Kohn told me is that the planet was originally named after a sea god. Neptune was a mythological sea god from before the Great Resurrection.

[Ianthe opened her eyes.] Isn't that something?

[ She pauses - tilting up to Ianthe, as she explains, and she starts to giggle. ]

So you are my Princess after all!

[ More and more giggling at her silly little idea, after all. ]

[The giggle caught her off guard. Ianthe was wondering if she missed something.]

Your princess?

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Well, if you come from the place of Neptune, a Sea God-Spirit. And I am Second-Child of the Sea-Father, which perhaps is our version of Neptune, it seems.

[ She's so pleased with herself, and not at all serious. ]

And you are Princess of the Third House, the House of Neptune.

Then you are my Princess, not John's.

[ And since Ianthe has more than earned enough to see her being ridiculous and teasing, by now: ] If it makes you feel more familiar, I can be very dry, make overtures of power without considering how anyone should eat, and take up a title of God, if that would be more familiar?

[Oh okay, now she got it. Ianthe laughed and tightened her arms around Gilia.]

I'd rather be yours anyway. So then, how would you like me to worship you?

[ She burrowed in, inhaling against her neck, squeezing her back in turn with such happiness. So much she think she could burst apart. ]

I think kisses, every morning. That will be a good start. [ Hmm, yes. ] and waking up in your arms, definitely. [ and she lowers her voice to a whisper because she's trying ok but still, well, her. ] Then perhaps that wonderful clever thing you do your lips in - ah, my secret places.

[Ianthe nodded along with the worship regime. Morning kisses. Waking up in her arms. And--

Ianthe grinned teasingly.]

I don't think they're so secret anymore.

Shhh!!!

[ She aimed a poking tickling fingers into her side. ]

Someone saw us, by the way, I heard them gossiping the other week when they thought I could not hear.

[Such a shame that Ianthe wasn't ticklish. She removed that reaction from her body as a kid the moment she figured out how to stop Corona's terror.]

Did they now? [She wasn't bothered by it at all.] At least they got a nice show.

[ She hid her face against her shoulder. ]

Ianthe! [ She huffs. ] But I suppose it is not so bad, I got asked into one of those displays with Sweeney and he had to spank and cane me. I think I finally understood those little things you wear, everyone could see everything.

[Laughing, Ianthe squeezed Gilia and kissed the top of her head.]

... you talking about undergarments? I don't often wear them here. The quality just isn't what I'm used to.

[ A hum. ]

It is a shame, I think the ones that you have a very sweet, I thought of making some for myself. I am only really used to them well - when it is menses, that sort of thing.

[Another aspect of Ianthe's body she shut off. The intent had been to turn it back on if she ever decided to have children, but she's a lyctor now.]

I wish I could show you some of the lingerie-- Wait. I can.

[Ianthe projected via the psychic connection a really attractive image of Coronabeth in some deep purple lingerie. Fuck, her sister was hot.]

Again, eventually, not everyday.

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