"Emperor's blood, Griddle," Harrow says as Gideon picks her up, her face burning at the steady pressure of her arm along her ass. It's not the first time Gideon's held her like this, not the first time she's been carried, but there's a different weight to it now, a new charge. Rather than pull away, she relaxes into it, letting herself rest within the confines of Gideon's arms, one ear pressed close enough to her chest to hear the beating of her heart.
The sound of it is still a marvel, after everything.
"Okay," she says, the corner of her mouth twitching upwards even as her stomach flips.
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Date: 2021-09-27 06:14 pm (UTC)The sound of it is still a marvel, after everything.
"Okay," she says, the corner of her mouth twitching upwards even as her stomach flips.