A vision comes to Harrow, too, in the form of a memory. Gideon, half delirious, sprawled on the tiles and reaching up to touch her face. Not exactly how I wanted to get naked with you.
The slap to the back does actually clear the burning from her airway, so there's that.
She turns around, a hand still clutching the towel to the side of her chest, her face more exposed than it has probably ever been in the presence of another person- no facepaint, no hood, not even a loose strand of hair to mar the view. She looks intensely into Gideon's face, peering with hard, coal black eyes. Her perfect cupid's bow is pouted out a little in thought as if she could think hard enough and see an answer written on Gideon's face.
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A vision comes to Harrow, too, in the form of a memory. Gideon, half delirious, sprawled on the tiles and reaching up to touch her face. Not exactly how I wanted to get naked with you.
The slap to the back does actually clear the burning from her airway, so there's that.
She turns around, a hand still clutching the towel to the side of her chest, her face more exposed than it has probably ever been in the presence of another person- no facepaint, no hood, not even a loose strand of hair to mar the view. She looks intensely into Gideon's face, peering with hard, coal black eyes. Her perfect cupid's bow is pouted out a little in thought as if she could think hard enough and see an answer written on Gideon's face.