The rough sound in Gideon's voice makes her shudder, a twitch of muscle that ripples through her and then out. She speaks of wanting and being wanted, offering the dark as a shield, an excuse not unlike the ones Harrow keeps on her tongue when she presses to Gideon's back in the night or feels the brush of her fingers at the nape of her neck as she reads on the couch. It's too much. It's everything.
"Gideon," she says, warning.
Reaching up, she pulls a stud from her ear and throws it blindly, does it before she can tell herself to stop, flinging an arm and hand out of the polished disc of bone. It lands short, requiring extra articulation to reach the panel on the wall, but after only a minute the lights switch off, their small bathroom plunged into a soft grey darkness. Harrow unfolds, moving back, leaning against her cavalier.
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Date: 2021-08-01 03:26 am (UTC)"Gideon," she says, warning.
Reaching up, she pulls a stud from her ear and throws it blindly, does it before she can tell herself to stop, flinging an arm and hand out of the polished disc of bone. It lands short, requiring extra articulation to reach the panel on the wall, but after only a minute the lights switch off, their small bathroom plunged into a soft grey darkness. Harrow unfolds, moving back, leaning against her cavalier.