Harrow can play out a symphony across and under her skin; she loves to watch Gideon's body react and she's the conductor at the same time. This tiny, birdlike necromancer with no more muscle mass than Gideon's pink finger can reduce her strapping cavalier to nothing more than a mess of soft begging sounds, shivering muscles, and firing nerves.
She can. Does. Is. Until Gideon, glazed with sweat, throat dry, shudders and dies, momentarily, of bliss.
At least, that's what it feels like.
In general most people wouldn't consider cuddling with Harrowhark Nonagesimus to be all that rewarding, but then, most people aren't Gideon Nav, reaching for her adept with a blind, flopping, lazy hand and nudging her to move back up beside her.
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Harrow can play out a symphony across and under her skin; she loves to watch Gideon's body react and she's the conductor at the same time. This tiny, birdlike necromancer with no more muscle mass than Gideon's pink finger can reduce her strapping cavalier to nothing more than a mess of soft begging sounds, shivering muscles, and firing nerves.
She can. Does. Is. Until Gideon, glazed with sweat, throat dry, shudders and dies, momentarily, of bliss.
At least, that's what it feels like.
In general most people wouldn't consider cuddling with Harrowhark Nonagesimus to be all that rewarding, but then, most people aren't Gideon Nav, reaching for her adept with a blind, flopping, lazy hand and nudging her to move back up beside her.