Sleep, IDK sleep, it's summertime! Oh... she caught me.

[sugarlips]

[It is the third day without sleep.]

[This is not the first time the Reverend Daughter, Harrowhark Nonagesimus, has gone several days without sleep, but it is the first time she has done so since becoming Harrowhark the First and creating the inseparable feedback loop bond with one Gideon Nav. It's impossible to avoid each other. It's impossible to avoid anyone really, considering the low population on board the spacecraft. Does that stop Harrow from trying? No, it does not.]

[She has sequestered herself in the library after taking a very long very cold bath. The dark circles under her eyes are hidden by her greasepaint- a luxury she has insisted on keeping even though she is technically no longer Ninth. She simply feels immodest without it. The broken blood vessels in her eyes are perfectly clear, though.]

[She is reading standing up, at one of the book holders, with her notebook set out on the corner of it with a little nub for writing with. She sways a little, if she forgets to focus, but surely nobody would notice... right?]

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[bonebutchblues]

[ Gideon tolerates a lot from her Bone Mistress, her Grim Galpal, her Hot Topic Waifu (thanks Dad). Oh, she's fine with most of it, in fact she loves being able to feel Harrow's helpless flustered endearment when she makes one of her better jokes. The constant whirring of intellect was a bit hard to adapt to, but even that's been OK. But she was tired of all this fucking tiredness. She could feel it, dulling at the edge of her senses, the weariness that pulled on her as surely as Avulsion.

So, unsurprisingly, when a wave of headrush made her drop a weight on her foot, she decided that enough was enough. It was time to tenderly love the shit out of that little maniac.

From Harrow's perspective, there is a small (small!) jolt of pain over the connection, then a wave of aggravated frustration, and then soon enough the sound of boots tromping through the library. ]

[sugarlips]

[From the moment she feels the little jolt, Harrow knows there will be trouble. The little train of frustration that runs through her almost makes her leave the library to go hide somewhere else. She decides, ultimately, that that would only make Gideon more angry, so instead she pretends like she doesn't notice. That will clearly work.]

[She is very pointedly standing here and studying!!! it's fine!!

[bonebutchblues]

[ Tromp tromp tromp TROMP TROMP TROMP

A warm, calloused hand lands on her shoulder. ]

Close that book you sleepy bitch. It’s corporal cuddle time.

[sugarlips]

Ugh, do you have to make so much noise in the library?

[She hates how absolutely disgustingly effective that hand on her shoulder is. Stupid strong gentle Gideon, calming her with her presence. How dare she.]

[bonebutchblues]

Apparently I do!

[ She can feel the way Harrow tenses then relaxes under her hand. There's a little burst of warmth through the bond as an arm snakes around Harrows belly to pull her flush against Gideon's chest. Something is under her dreadful baby's skin, and the cavalier won't be leaving it there. ]

Now, do I need to pick you up? Because I will pick you up.

[sugarlips]

[Her stomach does that little gross wobbly thing and she feels herself leaning back against Gideon almost imperceptibly. She weighs the pros and cons of the loss of dignity, the sticking to her guns...]

Resorting to force, how predictable.

[bonebutchblues]

[ She places a little kiss on the crown of her head. As much as she wants to slam dunk Harrow into bed ASAP, it's alright to enjoy this quiet moment first. ]

That's me. I like to keep to the classics.

[sugarlips]

[The urge to swat at Gideon like she's an irritating fly is powerful but feels almost too childish, even for them.]

You're insufferable.

[bonebutchblues]

What I'm hearing here is, "yes, Nav, sweep me up in your big strong arms before I swoon."

[ One last warning to allow her some dignity before there are Consequences. ]

[sugarlips]

You do love to put words in my mouth.

[Do you see the eyerolling, Nav. Do you. She does close her notebook and tuck it into her robe, though.]

[bonebutchblues]

I could put something else in your mouth if you ask nicely. Up we get.

[ Too little too late, Nonagesimus. That's all the warning she gives before hauling Harrow up, book robes and all, into her arms. ]

[sugarlips]

Nav-!

[Now who's shouting in the library. Harrow flails slightly, offended that she's being treated such even after starting to move.]

You little bitch!

[bonebutchblues]

Please, I'm a huge bitch.

[ OFF WE GO TO THE LIVING QUARTERS ]

[sugarlips]

[Just for that, she's digging her fingernail into the pinna of your ear, Nav.]

[bonebutchblues]

[ She hisses, but doesn't sounds particularly displeased. ]

Wow, Nonagesimus, at least wait until we reach the bedroom.

[sugarlips]

[That hiss cuts through her like a hot knife.]

Ugh.

[bonebutchblues]

[ Ha ha. And she can feel that. She knows she's more than won- her victory here is absolute. ]

Naughty sleepy lyctors get sent to the pussy wiggler.

[sugarlips]

Mood: gone.

[bonebutchblues]

You love it.

[ OK here we are, holds her up to the door. ]

Get the knob?

...That's what she said.

But no, seriously.

[sugarlips]

[Not when she describes it as a pussy wiggler, ugh.]

Put me down, Nav.

[... She does turn the knob, though.]

[bonebutchblues]

[ literally just flings her to the bed from several feet away YEET ]

[sugarlips]

[SHRIEKS and activates one of her traps, bone powder in cracks in the floor forming hands that reach up and grab Gideon's ankles and try to trip her.]

[bonebutchblues]

[ oops owned ]

[sugarlips]

[Breathlessly rolls over and crawls to the edge of the bed.]

You deserved that, you know.

[bonebutchblues]

[ kicking at her bonds, trying to crawl to the bed herself ]

No regrets.