Harrowhark the Ninth (
we_bring_hell) wrote2020-09-26 12:26 pm
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Harrow is having a slow-motion argument with the Bar over breakfast. She wants water and a little bread, and the Bar does not agree that this is a breakfast.
She has rejected an omelet, a breakfast sandwich, and biscuits and gravy. The Bar is trying a bowl of porridge on her and she's considering it. (She hasn't noticed it has raisins in it yet.)
She has rejected an omelet, a breakfast sandwich, and biscuits and gravy. The Bar is trying a bowl of porridge on her and she's considering it. (She hasn't noticed it has raisins in it yet.)
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His gut twinges, remembering. He ignores it.
"Even necromancy still requires a living body to begin the work."
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"Aiya, fine," he says to the ceiling -- but he's laughing through it, aware of how ridiculous he is being, how ridiculous all of this is. "You have a deal, Harrow. I promise I will not subject you to anything too strong, but I will speak my feelings to him, and we will eat when it is done."
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She looks at the accusing line of dishes. "I believe I still owe the Tomb a penitential walk outdoors."
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"You are beyond all responsibilities now; at liberty to pursue your own happiness. There is nothing absurd or shameful about seeking a connection with another."
"Good luck." The Bar sulkily vanishes her dishes.