Seven months of absence was, to Harrow's chagrin, more than enough time for Gideon to come up with yet more ludicrous nicknames. She rolls her eyes at this one, but says nothing, even as she watches the other girl get up out of bed. In her t-shirt and boxers, she's long and lean, her skin bare and her hair a ruffled mess--and Harrow can't keep her eyes off of her.
When she finally leaves the room, Harrow lingers beneath the sheets for a few minutes, one hand reaching towards the faint divot where Gideon had just been lying. The sheets are still warm, and she presses her fingertips against that warmth, an act she can't explain even to herself.
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Date: 2021-06-27 03:25 pm (UTC)When she finally leaves the room, Harrow lingers beneath the sheets for a few minutes, one hand reaching towards the faint divot where Gideon had just been lying. The sheets are still warm, and she presses her fingertips against that warmth, an act she can't explain even to herself.