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Harrowhark Nonagesimus ([personal profile] sugarlips) wrote2021-10-09 05:08 pm

Put That Thing Back Where It Came From Or So Help Me

Desolation. That's what Harrow feels when the King Undying tells her that what she wants most is impossible. Not even what she wants, but what she needs. She cannot live without Gideon Nav, and she will not. Unending life, in spite of being what she had sought after in the beginning, is now unthinkable. She looks up into his surprisingly normal face, his unearthly eyes, and lets her gaze drop.

A horrible certainty rises in her, and becomes a morbid hope. Her face is serene with unspeakable grief, none of her wild plan showing as she asks to see the body of her cavalier. He grants her this, and she walks like a woman to the gallows down the ship to the cold storage. He has the grace to leave her alone with her grief, of course, and she opens the door with her heart in her throat.

The chill of the corpsetorium echoes the cool calm of her mind. Her chest aches, her throat is sore from screaming, but the sight of Gideon, hole in her chest, laying on a slab like so much dead meat does not inspire the crushing grief she had expected to. It fuels her. Motivates her to think harder, to dissect the theorems she studied and the one megatheorem that led to this cursed conclusion (damn Sextus for being right).

Harrow has no idea how long she sits there, her mind working in overdrive, peering inward to slowly pull out the stitches she had made in her own soul only mere hours before. It feels like only seconds at the same time it feels like eons. She has to do this carefully, slowly. I will not live without you. she thinks to herself and to the traces of Nav that exist inside her. She repeats it like a mantra. I told you that I am undone without you. We are both undone if I must go on alone.

It's the most delicate work she's ever done, and it hurts. It's a pain right down to her marrow, like she's trying to peel layers of calcium off of her own bones. At the end of it, it feels like she's holding a doll in her metaphysical hands. A little gauzy imitation of Gideon Nav. She pulls it free of herself, feels blood drip from her forehead into her eyes, and with all of the ferocity she had to hold back during the excavation, she slams the soul back into its rightful body.
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[personal profile] bonebutchblues 2021-10-09 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Her head snaps to the side, and she doesn't quite have the strength to right it yet. So instead, while she's facing away from Harrow, she elects to vomit a bit of blood. It just seems like a convenient time for that. Her bloodshot eyes blink, then crinkle into an unreadable expression and she reaches to catch the hand that just slapped her.
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[personal profile] bonebutchblues 2021-10-10 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
Her heart manages to clench, seeing this cracked-open Harrow. Cytheria had been right- it had been easy to die. It had been easy even knowing Harrow would hate her, even knowing Harrow would never forgive her. Because the alternative was watching her die. And at the end of the day, Gideon was selfish enough to make that choice.

But laying here, insides full of fuck, watching her cry about it wasn't part of the plan. The pain she can take. But this shit? The horror and heartbreak in her expression? It simply must stop. And Gideon's mind is just addled enough to know exactly the wrong answer.

Slowly, shakily, she brings that hand to her lips. They brush the knuckles gently, so gently that if weren't for the sticky friction of blood, Harrow might not believe it's happening at all.
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[personal profile] bonebutchblues 2021-10-10 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Harrow wouldn't think she deserved tenderness even if God himself walked in here standing on his hands to declare she deserved it by the shipload. But that's too fucking bad, because that's what she's getting from Gideon, at least until Gideon has the strength to throw her bodily again. For now, she lets her limbs be moved. The pain is receding and leaving bone-deep weariness behind. But she's not ready to surrender to the darkness, and certainly not ready to face any fussing medics.

"Not... yet..." It's rough, but far less weak than her earlier attempts to speak.
Edited 2021-10-10 03:04 (UTC)
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[personal profile] bonebutchblues 2021-10-10 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
It's quiet for a long moment, long enough for Harrow to think Gideon promptly lost her challenge after all. Then there's another hacking cough, and a soft swearing, but afterwards the rattle is much diminished her breathing.

It doesn't seem real. Not the silvery ceiling above her. Not the cold slab she's laid out on. Certainly not Harrow beside her.

"You're warm," she says, stupidly.
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[personal profile] bonebutchblues 2021-10-10 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
She tugs Harrow to just get directly on top of her like a creepy little blanket.
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[personal profile] bonebutchblues 2021-10-10 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
She feels disgusting. Every scrap of clothing on her is stiff with blood, sweat, or something worse. More than anything she could go for a sit in the big hot water basin. But she settles for having Harrow close. Harrow, warm Harrow, terrible Harrow. Living Harrow.

ā€œI’m the hottest stiff in here and you know it.ā€
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[personal profile] bonebutchblues 2021-10-10 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
ā€œMmmrggphā€ Gideon agrees. She watches Harrow get off of her, and sits up herself. She doesn’t wince, her breath doesn’t catch, but Harrow may still spot the pain by the way her eyes narrow just slightly. Still, she’s been laying on her back in a morgue for way too long. She’s over it. Slowly, she swing her legs off the slab. ā€œLet’s get the fuck out of here.ā€
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[personal profile] bonebutchblues 2021-10-10 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
Harrows hands get summarily batted away. Down that way lies both of them tumbling to the ground in a disgusting tangle of limbs. Slowly, carefully, Gideon stands. Her eyes close against the head rush, but she stays upright unassisted.
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[personal profile] bonebutchblues 2021-10-10 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
God damn it. She wants to slap Harrow’s horrible little hand even more to assert dominance, but the dizziness robs her of her chance. It’s more-or-less the worst thing that has happened to her lately.

She stumbles behind her necromancer, just as glad to be leaving the morgue behind.
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[personal profile] bonebutchblues 2021-10-10 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
When Harrow bristles, Gideon wishes immediately for her sword. She realizes in a horrible, stomach-lurching moment, she has no idea where they are, or what the circumstances of her resurrection. Did Harrow steal her corpse? Is Harrow in trouble?

She puts a hand on her shoulder. Freshly dead or freshly alive, she's the cavalier here. If there's gonna be violence, it's going to be on her.

"Back off," she growls with a ferocity she doesn't feel. It's enough to get the officers to blink, but that's about it.

There's a tense moment of silence until one finally calls out, "Fetch a flesh magician, she's still bleeding!"
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[personal profile] bonebutchblues 2021-10-10 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
The mood shifts too quickly, and her still-exhausted mind can't keep up. She startles at the appearance of the chair, as if perhaps that too is a threat. Are they fighting? Are they running? Sitting, apparently!?

The jolt of adrenaline she felt when Harrow put her body in front of her is keeping her pulse hammering in her ears, but returns little strength to her limbs or clarity to her mind. By the time Harrow convinces her to warily drop herself down into the chair, everything feels distant, like she's reading about it in a flimsy comic and not living in it herself.

Someone in the grey fatigues of the Sixth takes her arm to feel her pulse. She tries to snatch it back but it's held firm. Another hand grabs her chin, and someone is shining a pen light in her eyes.

"Harrow," says someone, who's voice sounds strangely like Gideon's. "Harrow..." the voice sounds plaintive, pathetic. She wonders who it is.
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[personal profile] bonebutchblues 2021-10-10 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
She groans and tightens her grip on Harrow's fingers in response. The hands have released her arm and chin, but another pair is shoving into the ragged hold of her shirt and prodding at her chest. There is some kind of talk about "diaphragm" and "inner pleura" that Gideon absolutely doesn't understand, but in an absolutely sickening sensation she feels her flesh being moved.

"Fucking... gross..." she manages, as her lungs are repaired from the inside out.

Suddenly the work is done, and she can feel her lung capacity increase by what feels like orders of magnitude. She takes one heaving breath, and then another. The flood of oxygen to her brain is a relief she didn't realize she was desperate for. She stands up out of the chair with her newfound strength, then just as quickly goes ragdoll limp.

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