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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 2021-10-13 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Gideon considers this look carefully. "I'm taking that as a maybe."

In practice, she is likely to fall asleep the moment her head hits the pillow, but in theory she will start kissing Harrow and then never stop and everything will be OK forever due to the kissing.
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[personal profile] bonebutchblues 2021-10-30 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
Gideon follows readily and without complaint. It’s clear that Harrow doesn’t quite have her bearings either, and she’s more than a little relieved when they are finally shown to a bedroom. She let’s Harrow be her paranoid, control freak self without barb or comment, while she herself inspects the traditional bed-and-cot arrangement.

“Yeah no,” she decides. “Hope you’re ready to fucking snuggle.”
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[personal profile] bonebutchblues 2021-10-30 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Same goes for you, my macabre liege," she said. Harrow might have a little more color but that doesn't mean she doesn't look even more like shit than she usually does. And Gideon might be a shit cavalier, but she's not so shit that she can't recognize that tell-tale puffiness around the eyes that means that it's been a fucking while since Harrow let herself rest.

She turns down the blankets and gives the bed an inviting pat, like she was trying to lure over some feral, skittish little creature, which was sort of true.
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[personal profile] bonebutchblues 2021-10-31 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
It is a tender gesture. Because they are playing a dangerous game of tenderness chicken, and Gideon is playing for keeps. No way no how will she be pitifully calling Harrow’s name and fainting again thanks.

She crawls into bed next to Harrow, also facing inwardly. She’s about to say something- something sharp and sexy and cool- when instead a huge yawn commandeers her face. Embarrassing.
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[personal profile] bonebutchblues 2021-10-31 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
“Yeah, then yours is the sweetest,” she shoots right back, with only on eye still open. Her one open eyelid begins to droop, and she looks at the offered hand. Or was it offered?

But they had kissed. And they had bathed.

But how foolish will she look if it isn’t an offer? If this is a wish too far?

She rests her hands next to Harrow’s, letting their knuckles rest against each other.
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[personal profile] bonebutchblues 2021-10-31 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
Oh that’s… that’s really nice. Is it OK how nice it is? To have Harrow’s boney little finger entwined with hers? Is it ok to think about how nice it is? She probably has more important things to think about.

She tries to think about those more important things. She tries to worry about what Harrow did to her, what she did to Harrow, where the fuck they are and what the fuck happens next.

But instead, she thinks about that tiny bridge of connection, and she falls quickly asleep.
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[personal profile] bonebutchblues 2021-11-01 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
Gideon, much to her occasional chagrin, is not the world's lightest sleeper. It takes a moment for the groaning to wake her up, and then another moment to realize what it is. Once, it would have seemed impossible for the high and mighty Harrow to suffer from something as pedestrian as nightmares, but now Gideon knows there's a lot she never knew about the Reverend Daughter.

She blinks heavily once more, then reaches out a hand to shake her shoulder. "Harrow. Hey, Harrow. Wake up, numbnuts."
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[personal profile] bonebutchblues 2021-11-01 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Ebony sovereign had too many syllables," after hearing Harrow's pitiful noises, Gideon has the courage she lacked before. The arm that was shaking her now goes fully around her shoulders and tugs her up against the big, warm, living body of her cavalier. "C'mere."
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[personal profile] bonebutchblues 2021-11-01 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
Gideon has never held, or been held, except in moments of violence. But she had fiction, at least, to instruct her, and she knows how a god damn cuddle works. So that put her ahead of Harrow, and therefor winning once again. She shifts a little, trying to get comfortable against the sharp angles of her necromancer, until finally settling down with her chin resting on Harrow's head.

"I know and you're welcome. It's call a metabolism. Living humans have them."
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[personal profile] bonebutchblues 2021-11-03 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Hey she read more than smut! She's even read an actual romance or two, when the tits on the cover were big enough.

"So you admit that you are literally all bones."
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[personal profile] bonebutchblues 2021-11-03 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Your words, not mine." She stifles a yawn. Which is weird, because just the utter proximity to Harrow is sending sparks up her spine. But it turns out that you can be both excited and still exhausted at the same time, because that's where she is right now.

"Go back to sleep... I've got you."
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[personal profile] bonebutchblues 2021-11-04 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"No you," she says, basically on reflex. But the order wasn't needed, she doesn't intend to let go any time soon. Harrow is here, she is here, they are alive and this is real. Gideon just holds her close and smells her clean hair and breathes as steadily as she can around the lump in her throat.

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