Inside the room, Gideon lurks furtively at the door leading to the bathroom, absolutely against letting Harrow out of her sight for more than a few seconds. How she'll shower is anyone's guess – she considers leaving the door open even though it would mean stripping down to nothing in the sight of her ancient enemy turned...what.
Friend doesn't seem right. Gideon doesn't have the vocabulary to parse what Harrow is to her, so she doesn't try. All she needs to know is that it suddenly feels like her heart is walking around in Harrow's skinny, feverish body, and she doesn't want it back even a little, even at all.
In the end she showers in record time. She turns the hot water all the way up and when she exits, does so in an enveloping cloud of steam with wet hair and flushed, brilliant cheeks. She'd tugged some soft pants and and soft shirt on and she's barefoot. She feels absolutely haphazard and jittery, and she only really breathes again when she spots Harrow, exactly where she's supposed to be.
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Date: 2020-10-18 06:56 pm (UTC)Friend doesn't seem right. Gideon doesn't have the vocabulary to parse what Harrow is to her, so she doesn't try. All she needs to know is that it suddenly feels like her heart is walking around in Harrow's skinny, feverish body, and she doesn't want it back even a little, even at all.
In the end she showers in record time. She turns the hot water all the way up and when she exits, does so in an enveloping cloud of steam with wet hair and flushed, brilliant cheeks. She'd tugged some soft pants and and soft shirt on and she's barefoot. She feels absolutely haphazard and jittery, and she only really breathes again when she spots Harrow, exactly where she's supposed to be.