#marionlore
marion does not dream. he has never dreamt. it was not until he was late in his teenaged years that he discovered that others have vivid, assemblages of story, memory, etc. part of his illness was that his hippocampus accrued damage during fever. even his memories feel "distant."
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marion was born with an in-world disease called βcarnas,β often thought to be a precursor to the greater plagues. in truth itβs closer to an autoimmune disease, with severe organ dysfunction and gangrene as main manifestations. the illness ate away his nose at 5, then his ears, now jaw
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walkelin exited marion's life but was reeled back in to care for colombe : this is cover to incubate illsvale's next plague in marion, who has a natural immunity. part of this has been a small alteration to marion's lifelong infusions, making him smell unbearably sweet. almost pickled.
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because marion has no nose, he cannot smell or taste properly. while others would accept this or attempt to work around it (magical augments, etc.) marion opts for over-perfuming everything. he usually smells like frosting, sharp antiseptic, pound cake. like embalmed pastries.
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posting this summary I sent to someone else regarding marion : it gives a glimpse into his powder-scented, violent world. cw for miscarriages, noble-typical incest, and just a generally rotten, starch-haired brat.
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his older sister, lattise, and his mother, laval. his sister died before he was born, a miracle of good health and good bearing who swore off house skills to pursue being a socialite. she was the prized gem of soumisnet before she died shortly after her prosperous marriage.
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powder. mica, talc, lead, starch, pigments, dried clay. he likes the feeling of something ground up and silky on his fingers or in the case of porcelain work, the grainy sign of his work finished. he likes how something so pulverized, so small can be made pretty. he's a living pouf.
#verrotlore #marionlore
thinking about how verrot and marion are grim inversions of one another. two die cast from similar molds but rolled with different outcomes. both having childhoods marked by hardship, both coming to rule a house that they were never meant to live to inherit.