"It is the simplest bit of necromancy, and then neither of us are obliged to the chore," says Harrow, and the low stakes and well-trodden ground of the argument make it easy to match Gideon's fond if exasperated tone. "A bone adept in the infancy of her power could do it without breaking a blood sweat. With my access to the Lyctoral well, I'd barely have to think."
Gideon grins, and Harrow sighs, shaking her head. "Fine. No skeletons. This time." She considers the question, rolling her eyes at the gloomy yet saccharine endearments even as they settle warm and not wholly unpleasantly in her chest. "Tea. No lemon, this time."
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Date: 2021-09-16 04:17 pm (UTC)Gideon grins, and Harrow sighs, shaking her head. "Fine. No skeletons. This time." She considers the question, rolling her eyes at the gloomy yet saccharine endearments even as they settle warm and not wholly unpleasantly in her chest. "Tea. No lemon, this time."