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Harrowhark the Ninth ([personal profile] we_bring_hell) wrote2020-11-24 01:43 pm

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Nothing is wrong. Well, nothing new is wrong. It's just that sometimes you wake up and hate everything, starting with yourself and extending outward from there.


She has snarled at Gideon, banished Gideon to the distant past, and is now sulking about being abandoned by Gideon. She was trying to work on the Lyctoral theorems, but her bile got in the way, and now she's chewing on her interdimensional communication mechanism.

She is considering burning characters into her living bones while her cavalier is away and without a healer standing by, because she may be 90% of Gideon's self-control but Gideon is 70% of her self-preservation.

The Mountain Goats is blaring; Transcendental Youth.
herald_ingress: (cute as a button)

[personal profile] herald_ingress 2020-11-26 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Seen from Ingress' eyes, it's more like two unique and fascinating beings getting to meet in a most wondrous way. But Ingress is, as always, rather biased.

"Sedulus," she replies. She crosses her arms, watching with a huge smile, ready to step in if either of the two need her.

"The attendant said it could take a quick flight if it wanted. Sedulus likes flying, don't you, sweetheart?" Yes, Ingress is cooing at a thestral. Luna Lovegood would be proud.
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[personal profile] herald_ingress 2020-11-26 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sedulus," Ingress says, patting the thestral's flank once more, "if you want to fly a bit, you can. Come back, and we'll feed you more treats."

The thestral pauses, whickers a raspy wheeze, and then it walks towards the other end of the paddock. Its magnificent wings unfurl to their full span, and with a huge flap that stirs up clouds of dust, it steps forward and lifts off, soaring into the sky.

"So pretty. I love their wings."
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[personal profile] herald_ingress 2020-11-26 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Ingress snickers very quietly to herself. That sounds much more like Harrow.

"I think they will bear people as riders. I'm not sure I'm remembering that correctly, but they seem gentle and friendly enough."
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[personal profile] herald_ingress 2020-11-27 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps. Something larger carrying something smaller and lighter from place to place doesn't necessarily make for an indignant situation. I could carry you from place to place and keep my nobility."

She's being ridiculous, of course, but she would carry Harrow around if Harrow needed it.
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[personal profile] herald_ingress 2020-11-27 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Exactly. Nothing that can be ridden will allow you to stay on if it doesn't want you there."

The thestral does one more loop in the sky above their heads before it begins its descent.
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[personal profile] herald_ingress 2020-11-29 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
The thestral whinnies softly and bumps its head into her touch. It snuffles and nudges, hoping for another snack.

"I think you've made another friend."
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[personal profile] herald_ingress 2020-11-30 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
Ingress nods. "That's the only thing that keeps me around."
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[personal profile] herald_ingress 2020-12-01 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Ingress tosses her head back and laughs. "No, no, please, I'd hate to deprive this dear creature."

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[personal profile] herald_ingress 2020-12-01 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
One small smile is a victory Ingress had only hoped for. She knows that the problems and worries facing her friend have gone nowhere and still must be dealt with. She knows she can only provide so much aid and support. But at least she knows that for this moment today, she’s brought Harrow a brief respite.

When the thestral finishes devouring the last bits of meat, it snuffles its way to a corner of the paddock where it can stand in the quiet and enjoy the fresh air.

“I believe our audience is over,” Ingress says.

herald_ingress: (sweet)

[personal profile] herald_ingress 2020-12-01 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
“No, I shall now hold you captive and force you to play ridiculous games that you hate and have some fun, damn it all,” Ingress says, her expression serious. Then her face lights up with her usual smile.

“Of course, friend. I’ll walk you back, if it’s all right with you.”
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[personal profile] herald_ingress 2020-12-01 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
“I don’t judge you at all, Harrow. I’m glad I was able to provide a little distraction.”
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[personal profile] herald_ingress 2020-12-02 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Ingress catches up to her in a few strides, and they remain in a companionable silence on the walk back to the bar.