"Lies," says Harrow, who's lost track of the number of times Gideon's expressed everything from disinterest to outright revulsion at the thought of knowing her inmost thoughts, her most private feelings. Tridentarius would've eaten them up--all those long nights spent in the gaudy decadence of her Mithraeum bedroom, and Harrow had known Ianthe was just hoping for some break in her--but Gideon? They'd only stopped being strangers to each other out of necessity. It had never been by choice.
Gideon turns and starts for the kitchen, and Harrow bolts. She refuses to run, not within the walls of their apartment, but her pace is something much faster than leisurely. She makes it as far as the hallway, as far as within sight of her bedroom, before Gideon grabs her. So fast she's barely conscious of it, she extends the keratin of her fingernails on the opposite hand into claws, wheeling to slash at any part of Gideon within reach as she tries to pull from her grip. "Let me go!"
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Date: 2021-06-05 01:40 pm (UTC)Gideon turns and starts for the kitchen, and Harrow bolts. She refuses to run, not within the walls of their apartment, but her pace is something much faster than leisurely. She makes it as far as the hallway, as far as within sight of her bedroom, before Gideon grabs her. So fast she's barely conscious of it, she extends the keratin of her fingernails on the opposite hand into claws, wheeling to slash at any part of Gideon within reach as she tries to pull from her grip. "Let me go!"