the gilded wolves, roshani chokshi | thread

im house nyx, iirc

"Séverin touched his stolen mask. It was a tangle of metal thorns and roses gilded with frost..."

thorns and what gilded with what?

“Honestly. Who looks at a vase covered in bull testicles and says, ‘You. I must have you.’?”
“The bored, the rich, and the enigmatic.”
Enrique sighed. “All my life aspirations.”

i luv my baby

“You’re doing it again,” said Enrique.
“What?”
“That whole nefarious-whilst-looking-into-the-distance thing.”

“You and your secrets.”
“Secrets keep my hair lustrous,” said Séverin, running his hand through his curls.

SGUR UP

“Well,” he said finally. “At least it wasn’t like Nisyros Island.”
“Are you serious?” croaked Enrique. He trudged after his friend to the door. “It’ll be ‘like dreaming,’ you said. As ‘easy as sleep’!”
“Nightmares are part of sleeping.”

i love enrique and severin's banter

Tristan:

i need the full story of what exactly happened at nisyros island

"Though the room was nearly dark, whatever light clung to its corners now raced to illuminate Laila. It seemed the world couldn’t help but want to be near her…every beam of light, pair of eyes, atom of air. Maybe that’s why sometimes he couldn’t breathe around her."

enrique mercado-lopez whew sounds like some rich haciendero i'd wanna marry

enrique being dazzled by hypnos and vice versa sjskskk

"He wished he didn’t know what he had lost. Maybe then every day wouldn’t feel like this. As if he had once known how to fly, but the skies had shaken him loose and left him with nothing but the memory of wings."

PLEASE I LOVE THEM ALL

i wonder how roshani chokshi managed to write this i mean wow ma'am u smart

wha- luv filipino-spanish look nothing like the chinese eye-

hypnos literally managed to offend every single one of them skskdkdk this chaotic bi-tch

back to my babies

“Am I pretty?” asked Enrique. “Be honest.” “‘Pretty’ is a stretch. Let’s call you ‘striking.’ Or ‘impossible to look away from.’”
“Oooh. Like the sun?”
“I was thinking more along the lines of a train wreck.”

so there's a river named acheron in hades' home. and feyre revealed that her last name is archeron in acomaf—a book that's inspired by hades and persephone.

laila's dance sequence SHUT UP severin was drooling

"Her math, his history. They were, he thought, a bit like an equation where the sum was greater than its parts."

when rosh said this book was like national treasure (but with hotter people) she wasn't lying.

enrique: the book turned into an ammit! it's the devourer of souls in egypt.
me, an intellectual who's read sorcery of thorns: the book is a malefict

they left Tristan...??? wtf he's a baby!!!!

I JUST READ SPOILER AND IM CONFUSED BUT IM ALSO ALL FOR IT

“Actions have a better voice than words.”
Enrique, who had been assembling the last bits of a projection, looked up and shook his head.
“It’s actions speak louder than words.”
“Whatever. I like my version better.”

“Also: Who wears a blade hat? What if it slips and then you end up slashing your face? Detestable.”

um...the peaky fookin' blinders das who

“What did you do?” he demanded.

“I did what I wanted. It’s my clock.”

“But you promised!” wailed Enrique.

“True, but my fingers were crossed.”

Hypnos faked a gasp. “Oh no! His fingers were crossed!”

Enrique shot Hypnos a scathing glare.

PLEASE I LOVW ALL OF THEM

Hypnos swiped his thumb across his lips. “Do I have something on my mouth?”
“No, not at all,” said Enrique, turning quickly.
Hypnos muttered something that almost sounded like: That’s a pity.

enrique being attracted to zofia & hypnos at the same time. someone's gonna get hurt

"Zofia ignored them. She had no interest in listening to two boys compare their sticks."

ROSH I SWEAR TO GOD

zofia is 4'11 like me

"Kisses were to be witnessed by stars, not held in the presence of stale death. But as the bones rose around them, Laila saw fractals of white. They looked like pale constellations, and she thought that, perhaps, for a kiss like this, even hell would put forth stars."

“He’s not so bad,” said Tristan begrudgingly. “Please don’t tell him I said that.”
“I won’t, so long as you forgive me for not listening to you earlier.”
Tristan heaved a sigh. “That depends on one thing.”
“And that is?”
“Did someone feed Goliath?”

i love tristan my babie

they're the softest i love them all

"Enrique rummaged through the papers on his desk, ignoring the latest rejection letter from La Solidaridad and the hasty invitation to tea from the Ilustrados..."

poor baby sjdkfig @ marcelo let him in

"Enrique looked up, startled at how close the other boy stood."

IS IT ABOUT TO HAPPEN IS IT ABOUT TO HAPPEN

SHDUTIRORNSBCOROEKWJBSFORORKFJB

PLEASE THIS IS SO HARD ZOFIA DARLING...

ROSHANI CHOKSHI WHAT THE FUCK WE NEED TO TALK WHAT THE FUCK!!!

NO FUCK NO PLEASE TELL ME HE'S NOT

"Lust taught him that a broken heart made a fine weapon, for its pieces were exceptionally sharp."