"I have just been transported against my will to a place I know nothing about, encountered both you and Palamedes Sextus, and am only barely certain this is somewhere other than the River and neither of you are revenants. Questions are more important than ever."
Her rant is delivered to Gideon's retreating back, and after fuming for another moment or two, Harrow sighs furiously and gets up from her chair. The room wheels around her, briefly; she fumbles for the nearest edge of the counter, leaning against it until she feels steady enough to follow in Gideon's irritated wake. Entering the bedroom, she looks around at the bed and the dresser, all the soft and comfortable things piled in corners or hanging in the closet. It's all Gideon, but as strange and new as everything else she's already seen. Her brows draw together at the thought of a place of your own, her dark eyes cutting towards Gideon before looking away. When the clothing is offered, she takes it, thin fingers curling a little tight into the soft fabric.
"I do not need your--" she starts, then cuts herself off, remembering Gideon's exhortation to just let me be your fucking cav. She grits her teeth. "Fine. Your bed for tonight. And tomorrow is...tomorrow. Where is your bathroom?"
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Date: 2021-05-24 04:19 pm (UTC)Her rant is delivered to Gideon's retreating back, and after fuming for another moment or two, Harrow sighs furiously and gets up from her chair. The room wheels around her, briefly; she fumbles for the nearest edge of the counter, leaning against it until she feels steady enough to follow in Gideon's irritated wake. Entering the bedroom, she looks around at the bed and the dresser, all the soft and comfortable things piled in corners or hanging in the closet. It's all Gideon, but as strange and new as everything else she's already seen. Her brows draw together at the thought of a place of your own, her dark eyes cutting towards Gideon before looking away. When the clothing is offered, she takes it, thin fingers curling a little tight into the soft fabric.
"I do not need your--" she starts, then cuts herself off, remembering Gideon's exhortation to just let me be your fucking cav. She grits her teeth. "Fine. Your bed for tonight. And tomorrow is...tomorrow. Where is your bathroom?"