She is too slow still, addled in a way she should have known she couldn't afford. Compromised, more gravely than she may have ever been before. Harrow only realizes it once she's sitting, Palamedes frowning at her in a way that does nothing for the angular planes of his face--and then he reaches for her.
"No," she tries to say, flinching back, coming near to crawling up the back of the absurdly squashy sofa she placed herself on like a fool. She remembers rolling off the table in the presence of God, fleeing at the question she knew she could never answer. Hoping, like a child, she's not about to be asked it again. "You cannot, it's..." His fingertips find purchase then, his touch cool against her temples, and Harrow knows she is lost even before she sees the horror dawn in his eyes.
She can take no satisfaction in the quick jerk of his hands when she's finally let go, scrabbling further into the cushions at her back in a panicked attempt to avoid his reach again.
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Date: 2021-05-20 10:45 pm (UTC)"No," she tries to say, flinching back, coming near to crawling up the back of the absurdly squashy sofa she placed herself on like a fool. She remembers rolling off the table in the presence of God, fleeing at the question she knew she could never answer. Hoping, like a child, she's not about to be asked it again. "You cannot, it's..." His fingertips find purchase then, his touch cool against her temples, and Harrow knows she is lost even before she sees the horror dawn in his eyes.
She can take no satisfaction in the quick jerk of his hands when she's finally let go, scrabbling further into the cushions at her back in a panicked attempt to avoid his reach again.