She had expected surprise, maybe even some kind of protest or joke, something loud and brash and unbecoming of the Ninth but utterly typical of Gideon. Something she could be irritated by, and let that fuel her until she closes the door yet again on mentioning her brother Lyctor or the peril he'd brought to the rooms and corridors of the Mithraeum. Instead, Gideon gives her a quiet shock and an easy acceptance, and it's Harrow who ends up surprised. And grateful, too, a pathetic wash of feeling that disgraces her even as she feels a little more tension bleed out of her chest.
As Gideon leaves the bathroom, distracted by the process of setting up outside the door and settling in, Harrow slips out of her robe and steps into the water, sinking until she's covered up to her collarbones. Her head goes back, her neck resting along the rolled enamel lip of the tub. She closes her eyes, her face relaxing, for a moment, into something softer and more peaceful.
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Date: 2021-07-16 02:48 am (UTC)As Gideon leaves the bathroom, distracted by the process of setting up outside the door and settling in, Harrow slips out of her robe and steps into the water, sinking until she's covered up to her collarbones. Her head goes back, her neck resting along the rolled enamel lip of the tub. She closes her eyes, her face relaxing, for a moment, into something softer and more peaceful.