Night Comes To Tallahassee

[we_bring_hell]

The Bar does her best to mother the underage patrons of the Bar, nudging them gently towards self-care and withholding harmful things, but she is not omniscient. She couldn't have known not to give Harrowhark Nonagesimus pushpins and index cards and colorful string.

Harrow has secured a small sideroom in the library, the equivalent of a grad student cubicle, and something awful is taking shape there; the crazy conspiracist murder board equivalent of the bone construct lurking in the depths of Canaan House. There is color-coding. There are crossreferences. There are Tarot cards mixed in. There's a map of Canaan House. There are accidental yarn pentagrams that have somehow not yet summoned the soul of Pepe Silvia.

Harrowhark is dressed way down, and yet somehow at her most feral and goblin-like, sockfooted and gloveless in soft pants and black hoodie, as she shifts the cards around and examines new configurations. Ever so often she refers to her journal. She is humming something under her breath.

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[we_bring_hell]

"It was clear to me, and to him I believe, that you care deeply for him," she says. "But matters of romance are more than just mutual care. There are... other matters involved, which you cannot control no matter how much you wish, no?"

She sounds very, very academic about it, and slightly uncomfortable with those 'other matters.'

[lightamidchaos]

"I do not think it was that," he murmurs.

He is very certain of it, in fact, but has no intention of explaining how he knows.

"I think he simply did not understand how I felt."

He suspects he knows the reason for that, and it may well have a great deal to do with what Wei Ying sometimes allows himself to believe about what others think.

"Now he does. And he has forgiven me for -- for that which you and I spoke of, before."

[we_bring_hell]

(Forgiveness.)

"Then you have not only my felicitations but my envy, Lan Wangji," she says in a voice that is rawer than she'd like it to be.

(Can you imagine?)

[lightamidchaos]

"I wish you the same fortune," he says, very quietly.

"I know how very lucky I am."

[we_bring_hell]

She clears her throat. "So. That is my crisis of the day," she says briskly.

(She didn't talk about Ingress, though.)

"When I found no answers in books, I decided to turn back to my Lyctoral studies. It is a more than adequate distraction."

[lightamidchaos]

"Mn. I suppose."

He studies the cards and strings for a few moments.

"It sounds as though you had another distraction, though."

[we_bring_hell]

"Mm," she says. She knows what he's talking about. "That was another night. Before things got so complicated."

[lightamidchaos]

He slants a sideways look at her.

"And that does not make it more complicated?"

[we_bring_hell]

"Somewhat," she says. "It seems... petty in comparison."

She shrugs; she still isn't looking at him straight on. "It was very unexpected."

[lightamidchaos]

"Mn."

He looks back at her work, instead of at her, allowing her as much privacy as possible.

"She is very nice," he says, carefully.

[we_bring_hell]

"Yes," Harrow says. "Perhaps that is all the explanation required. I had overextended myself slightly, and she was worried about me unnecessarily." Her expression reflects mild distaste, as if she would prefer that Ingress kick her and tell her to get up.

[lightamidchaos]

"Perhaps."

It is amazing how much doubt can be expressed in a single word.

[we_bring_hell]

She does look at him now, a quick sideways look. "The only other explanations I can imagine are more sinister, and I do not believe Lady Ingress is manipulative in that way."

[lightamidchaos]

He blinks, surprised.

"Sinister? No. I would not think that of her."

A beat of silence falls, and then--

"Perhaps she just - wanted. To kiss you."

[we_bring_hell]

She turns to look him more fully in the face now. "Lan Wangji. I have never been accused of lacking in ego. But I can freely admit that I am not the kind of woman people want to--kiss."

"No doubt she was just being kind. The temple is not, to my knowledge, a terribly significant area for such things."

[lightamidchaos]

"I am not the right person to say."

No matter what Wei Ying may think, Lan Wangji has never been drawn to a woman. (Not even Mianmian. Perhaps especially not Mianmian, although he does admire her courage and honor.)

"Perhaps. I do not know. I do not think she was being sinister, though. And there are other ways to show affection. Still--"

How does he even ask this. How.

"--Gideon. She is not... prone to jealousy, is she?"

[we_bring_hell]

She closes her eyes. "Gideon absolutely does not see me that way."

"I have seen her magazines. And I am not Dulcinea Septimus." She turns back to the tangles of thread, unaccountably upset, to glare at a particular card.

"If Griddle is angry it will only be because I allowed Ingress to function as my cavalier for the night. Despite being coerced into it she has proven surprisingly attached to the role."

[lightamidchaos]

"Mn," he says, and leaves it at that. He has not met Gideon Nav. Harrow is the one who knows her best. He can, however, appreciate the difficulty of Harrow's situation - especially if Gideon does not care for her in the way that she would want.

(He knows that feeling all too well, and spares an instant to be amazed and grateful for how things have now changed.)

There is something she has said, however, that surprises him.

"Ingress was your cavalier?"

[we_bring_hell]

"By no means," she says, coloring under her paint. "To be a true cavalier is not something that can be for a night. But she played the role--she was the sword to my adept, she protected me and made sure I got home safely when I, ah, overextended myself."

"Gideon might justly consider that - her job was encroached on. But the kiss would no doubt be the occasion for jokes."

[lightamidchaos]

"Ah."

For some reason, he shows a complete lack of surprise at the idea that an adept - and especially a necromancer - might overextend and need assistance.

"I am glad you were protected, in any case."

A beat of silence.

"Have you seen Ingress since?"

[we_bring_hell]

See, this guy gets it. Totally normal.

She shakes her head. "Not once she brought me back. It has been only a day."

"I am being foolish to worry about it at all, under the circumstances," she chided herself.

[lightamidchaos]

Very simply:

"I do not think you are a foolish person."

[we_bring_hell]

There is a long pause that cannot be called a staring contest because there's no eye contact.




"It is just that I can't remember ever being kissed before," she says quietly.

A muscular swordswoman. A dank crypt. Sweating blood. Is this how Harrow imagined her first kiss?


Well, yes, obviously.

[lightamidchaos]

"Then it matters."

His tone is as quiet as hers.

[we_bring_hell]

She exhales slowly.

"I shall remember her kindness."

They spoke before of distinguishing pity from kindness, of course.