Post-Halloween

[we_bring_hell]

Harrow is working. Very seriously. She is not mooning over her new relationship with Gideon even a little bit; she has too much work to do.

She is, however, wearing a skull with accents of deep, almost black purple, with a starburst or floral pattern just below her temple, that she has never been seen to wear before.

Other than that sentimental embellishment, however, she is entirely focused on Obaeg's Toward a Common Haemographology. She is making copious notes in the margins--courting future simian fury--and thinking that she should have found this for Moiraine before they started working on her weave notation.

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[we_do_bones]

"I always knew you had it in you," she says, and leans over to look at the book and Harrow's notes. "So our little field trip helped?"

[we_bring_hell]

"I hope so," she says. "But first, Moiraine thought it might be well to see how I can function in an thalergenic environment--a living planet, Griddle."

"She would like us to visit the world of her birth, rather than the one where she lives now, where the difficulty is."

[we_do_bones]

"Ingress' world is a living planet, right?"

She flips a page and turns it back again, then focuses on Harrow. "And you managed there okay."

Aside from the collapsing amongst bones, but they've been over that already.

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"I did. We went to a necropolis, however." She thumbs the seam of Gideon's pants.

"I'm not worried I'll drop, Griddle, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to contribute meaningfully." It stings to admit that, but it would be worse to be dead weight.

[we_do_bones]

She nudges back against Harrow's thumb, in a comforting sort of way.

"You don't have to be able to construct skeletons and control bone to be useful, Reverend Daughter."

[we_bring_hell]

"I can also faint rather fetchingly," she says. "And if you kill someone I can be almost normal for fifteen minutes."

"I am interested to see Moiraine's world. She thought we might like to meet an Aes Sedai and Warder pair."

[we_do_bones]

"I probably shouldn't kill anyone unless Moiraine thinks it's a good idea," she says, thoughtfully, "or unless we get attacked. But an Aes Sedai and Warder, sure. I'd be down for that."

[we_bring_hell]

"Yes, I don't expect we'll be killing anything," she says. "It's a spiritual problem, after all, and the visit to Moiraine's home world should be altogether peaceable."

"I asked her if it was permitted for Aes Sedai to be involved with their Warders and she said it's not unusual--more common than necromancer-cav relationships, at least--so we don't need to worry about any problems there."

[we_do_bones]

"Were you worried about that?" she asks, curious. What they have is beyond any easy definition that Gideon knows, but it's not a secret and neither of them are ashamed of it, and she doesn't see why anyone else would or should care.

[we_bring_hell]

"I don't wish to create friction, for ourselves or for Moiraine, by an ill-timed kiss or caress," she says, with complete seriousness. She leaves her palm spread flat on Gideon's thigh.

"I know they harbor the typical prejudices against necromancy of a living world. I simply wished to be aware of any other tricky topics." Was it also a discreet way to flag to Moiraine their relationship?

Maybe. You don't know. Shut up.

[we_do_bones]

Gideon, who has done nothing but create friction her entire life, doesn't see the problem with doing the same on another world but chooses to accept that Harrow knows better than she does.

"Okay, but you might need to help me out with when it's a bad time," she muses, swinging her feet and grinning the thrill of Harrow's hand on her thigh. "We might need a signal. Or you could just say: 'Gideon, I don't want you to kiss me for the next five minutes' and then I'll know I can kiss you in five minutes and ten seconds."

[we_bring_hell]

For the last week, Harrow has been at the absolute mercy of her blush reflex. It betrays her once again. "You're ridiculous," she mutters.

She doesn't have a watch, but after a few weeks the four-hour death throes of the universe are burnt into her thanergetic sense. "Gideon, I don't want you to kiss me for the next f--"

"The next minute," she says, and picks up her book again.

[we_do_bones]

"You're a liar," says Gideon, and places a firm hand under Harrow's chin so she can tip her face up and kiss her square on the mouth.

[we_bring_hell]

Harrow drops her book and puts a hand up to the side of Gideon's face, touching the paint along her jawline delicately. She opens her mouth to the kiss, then nips Gideon's lower lip. "Disobedient wretch."

[we_do_bones]

"You know how this works," she grins. "Worthwhile orders only. I have a mind of my own, Reverend Daughter."

[we_bring_hell]

"Debatable," she murmurs, and kisses her in return, pushing up a little from the chair.

Gideon is already Unfairly Tall; the last thing she needs to do is climb up on a table.

[we_do_bones]

Gideon can be helpful; she leans further down to meet her very tiny adept.

(She has swallowed more grease paint in the last few days...but she can't say it isn't worth it.)

"I thought you were reading," she says, a breath away and more than a little smug.

[we_bring_hell]

She would swallow less paint if she were more patient.

"I thought I was, too."

She reaches the edge of Gideon's paint and trails her hand over the other girl's neck to the collar of her shirt, hooking her fingers there to hold her in place.

"You look delicious."

[we_do_bones]

Probably, if they stay here a while and then somehow manage to live through everything that's happening at Canaan House, there will come a point when Gideon will stop being surprised that Harrow is, apparently, just super into her. Probably there will come a point where she doesn't get the whammies just from Harrow's finger hooking into the collar of her shirt or from a sweet and slightly spicy compliment.

(God, she is sprung on this chick.)

But it won't be today. Today, she grins like a fool and joys the flips her stomach decides to do. "So you're saying...I'm a snack?"

[we_bring_hell]

She looks flatly at Gideon.

"Does that sound like something I would say?"

[we_do_bones]

"It could be!" Gideon says, hopefully.

[we_bring_hell]

She goes in for a last kiss, then sinks back into her seat, letting go of Gideon's collar. "You must not set store in compliments, Griddle. It is vanity to accept them and patronizing to give them," she says, in her best prim Reverend Mother voice.

[we_do_bones]

"Ooh yeah," she says, grinning as she straightens her protesting back, "patronize me, baby. Besides, my vanity is clearly justified."

What more proof does she need than the Reverend Daughter having real trouble keeping her hands off her?

But she leans back and tries to forget about the guilty feeling nagging at her, the one that says you shouldn't be allowed to have fun when Canaan House is still under attack. She knows time has stopped there, but...it feels a little wrong, somehow, to be enjoying herself when just past that door Sextus, Camilla, Dulcinea...everyone who's left is in danger.

"By the way, I have a confession to make."

[we_bring_hell]

"Your health, strength and symmetrical features are objective, Nav," Harrow says dismissively. "As is--never mind."

She colors violently, so whatever she was going to say was dirty.

"What is your confession?"

[we_do_bones]

Gideon is absolutely desperate to know what Harrow was going to say, but contents herself with grinning smugly at the Reverend Daughter's aggressive blush.

"I brought my two-hander to Canaan House," she says, simply. "I made a false bottom for my trunk and smuggled it right out of the Ninth. It's my baby, I couldn't leave it."

Which means Harrow's gift is much more sentimental than practical, but Gideon doesn't care: as Ingress said, now she has two swords, which is awesome.