This is Halloween!

[we_bring_hell]

The Bar loves her holidays, but she is also capable of respecting religious strictures. That's why she put a lot of thought into finding a Halloween costume for Harrow that works with her face paint and general insistence on the monochromatic.

Harrow, for her part, is baffled by the white-pinstriped black suit and the oversized bow, but the gloves are very cool, and the buckled shoes suit as well. She has no idea what's going on but she can live with this.

The Bar seems even more unusually populated than usual, and there are a lot of gourds around. Hm.

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He nods. Though Madam Bar swapped his robes for this costume, she left his now-ever-present portfolio inside a pocket of the suitcoat; he sets the flute aside so he can pull it out and make a few notes.

"That does seem more likely," he says. "I still cannot help thinking of thanergy as something to draw out rather than something to transform; I'm sure that is why I have kept getting stuck. But yes, having a spiritual tool that also works as a thanergy reservoir -- " He beams. "That opens up all kinds of possibilities!"

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"I wish you joy of it," she says. "Although--ahh, my knowledge of this etiquette is shaky, but I imagine it should likely be presented as a gift from Gideon and I both."

She does a great job of saying this unflappably, if she could only control the smile that creeps across her face like frost on a windowpane.

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Wait.

"Wait."

Is that why -- is she --

"Harrow." He leans in, eagerly. "Is there more news?"

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"News implies it is for public dissemination," she says, flushing behind her paint. "But my happiness is yet compounded, yes."

Her fingers twist absently.

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Wei Wuxian does not make any kind of excited high-pitched noises, because he is a grown man and can comport himself as --

Who are we kidding, there is absolutely a wordless exclamation of delight that trails into another, "Harrow!"

His smile is almost incandescent by now. "Congratulations are in order, yes? My friend, I am so happy for you both."

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Hers is pretty good, for Harrow. There is a deep-set kernel of sadness in Harrowhark, and for once she seems to have been able to... set it aside, if not lose it entirely.

"I am blessed indeed."

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It is, truly, a startling change. Harrow is -- Harrow, sharp and brittle and brilliant, awkward but true in her kindness, and Wei Wuxian became so used to the sorrow at her heart that he hardly noticed it any longer. Now it is gone, and she is lit so bright by his absence.

"I hope you will not conjure a skeleton to smack me," he says as he sets his chin in his hand, "but... ah, what was it you said?"

He affects Harrow's deadpan -- or tries to, when he still cannot stop smiling.

"What a lovely and extraordinary surprise that none could have foreseen."

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Harrow looks deeply affronted. "It is not at all the same. Griddle has given me no sign of her affections. We have been doing violence to each other for more than a decade."

They have always been obsessed with each other, though,

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"Lan Zhan hated me when we first met," he says with a shrug that stirs the wings at his shoulders. "But -- you are right, I should not tease."

His smile softens.

"I am glad for you. Truly. That you are sworn to each other now in more ways than one."

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"Really? Why would Lan Wangji hate you?"

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He laughs. "Because I pestered him incessantly and never met a rule of Gusu Lan's I did not try to break. He drew his sword on me within five minutes of meeting. I cannot count how many times he called me 'obnoxious' and 'boring' when I was at lectures. I think by the time he had known me a year or two, I had climbed in his esteem to 'tolerable, but only just.'"

And then, as the years continued on... well.

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She smiles, and shakes her head.

"Yes, you sound like you a holy terror to rival Griddle."

"Although--I was to blame, too. I would set elaborate traps for her."

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Cheerfully, "It must be why I get along with her so well."

Though he has only met Gideon the barest handful of times, they clicked as if they had known each other for ages.

His smile grows more crooked as he adds, "I do remember you saying you cheated, when the two of you fought."

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"The last time she tried to escape, I pretended I didn't see the unscheduled shuttle pickup she had ordered. I confronted her at the last moment and challenged her to a duel, stripping off all the bones I carried so I appeared defenseless."

"But in fact I had stayed up all night burying bones under the earth of the landing field."

She's not proud of it, but she's not... not proud of it.

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"Ah." The lopsided smile persists. "That would explain why she asked first if I had sown the field with bones when we sparred."

Honestly, it's the sort of battle strategy Wei Wuxian might use himself, if he had Harrow's particular necromantic talents. Jiang Cheng might have even had to deal with a surprise skeleton jumping out of the ground to startle him every now and then, while Wei Wuxian laughed and laughed out of sight behind a door.

But there is a difference between lighthearted pranks or hard-fought wars, and the acrimony that marked Harrow and Gideon's relationship for so long.

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"Yes, she spoke enthusiastically of your battle with her," Harrow says. "Smoke monsters, I believe?"

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His smile, at last, finds secure footing again. "Yes! I did not give the resentful energy too much form for most of it, but I directed it around her to form as many targets as I could. And later she asked if I might recreate the construct from Canaan House. That was..."

He wiggles a hand as if to indicate the degree of difficulty.

"Not as simple. But a great test of how I may control the forest's resentful energy. And I hope it will help, whenever the two of you must return."

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She nods. "It sounds fearsome. But I will not let it be said the Ninth House fell to a bone construct. Not while I have Gideon Nav and her two-hander."

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"Between your brilliance and her ferocity," he says, "I am certain you'll triumph."

He grabs one of the cupcakes, unwrapping the circle of pleated paper that covers its base.

"I am still curious about what might be controlling it, though. Or who. It is immensely powerful, from everything Gideon told me."

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"I still suspect Dulcinea Septimus," she says. It can't be jealousy if Gideon is securely on-side, can it? "She has already shown inexplicable power with one construct. Why not two?"

"Perhaps she has harnessed some ancient relic of the castle--hacked its control theorems."

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"It could be," he says, thoughtful. "What was the other construct she controlled?"

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"Her dead cavalier."

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A soundless ah.

"Yes. That's right. I still think of constructs as entirely bone; I forget it is possible for them to be fierce corpses as well." He rubs the side of his nose. "What would go into... hacking?"

(The context is clear, but the unfamiliar usage of the word tilts Wei Wuxian's voice upward a fraction, uncertain.)

"The theorems?"

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"It is taking unauthorized control of a construct someone else created," she says. "Not a highly valued skill, as our enemies do not use necromancy, but an interesting theoretical exercise."

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"And it would require as much power as controlling a fierce corpse? Or more?"

He nibbles the edge of his cupcake.

"I would assume more for this construct in particular, since it is so large, but..."