"I can't do this," she whispers. "I can't, I can't, I can't."
Deep, shuddering breaths. God of the Nine Houses, Gideon's bicep is the size of her head, firm and strong, not the mealy meat of the ancient almost-dead of Drearburh. Harrow lets herself, in this moment of weakness and rejection of duty, pillow her head there.
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Date: 2020-10-16 07:15 pm (UTC)Deep, shuddering breaths. God of the Nine Houses, Gideon's bicep is the size of her head, firm and strong, not the mealy meat of the ancient almost-dead of Drearburh. Harrow lets herself, in this moment of weakness and rejection of duty, pillow her head there.