At least you know your way around a kitchen. Fuck if either me or Harrow do. But she's a weirdo who likes tepid water and tasteless gruel.
[To which she makes a face-- it's frankly offensive, how little interest Harrow has shown in the wealth of local delicacies available (excluding the shitty meal in a can experience). But that's necros for you-- all that time drooling over bones seems to leave them with little desire for sustenance.
Having been given something akin to permission, she takes a deeper swig of the wine between mouthfuls of cake, and her eyes flutter briefly closed. SO damned good.]
Harrow would shit the bed if she heard you call us partners, by the way. It sounds too much like equals, and she's the Reverend Daughter of the Ninth House. I can just see the slapped-ass face she'd make if you said that to her.
[Apparently its a mental image that amuses her, because she laughs, even if she does feel a touch conflicted. Things have shifted with them, are still shifting, since Canaan House and Gideon's noble (foolish?) sacrifice. How she feels about Harrow, how Harrow feels about her...it's getting harder to define (or perhaps deny) all the time.]
But we are paired, I guess. I'm her cav, she's my necro. One flesh, one end. Which sounds a hell of a lot dirtier and much less sinister than it actually is. I know, I know-- [She holds up a hand as though to cut him off from rushing in with the kind of thoughts he likely isn't</> having.] -- I was disappointed, too.
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[To which she makes a face-- it's frankly offensive, how little interest Harrow has shown in the wealth of local delicacies available (excluding the shitty meal in a can experience). But that's necros for you-- all that time drooling over bones seems to leave them with little desire for sustenance.
Having been given something akin to permission, she takes a deeper swig of the wine between mouthfuls of cake, and her eyes flutter briefly closed. SO damned good.]
Harrow would shit the bed if she heard you call us partners, by the way. It sounds too much like equals, and she's the Reverend Daughter of the Ninth House. I can just see the slapped-ass face she'd make if you said that to her.
[Apparently its a mental image that amuses her, because she laughs, even if she does feel a touch conflicted. Things have shifted with them, are still shifting, since Canaan House and Gideon's noble (foolish?) sacrifice. How she feels about Harrow, how Harrow feels about her...it's getting harder to define (or perhaps deny) all the time.]
But we are paired, I guess. I'm her cav, she's my necro. One flesh, one end. Which sounds a hell of a lot dirtier and much less sinister than it actually is. I know, I know-- [She holds up a hand as though to cut him off from rushing in with the kind of thoughts he likely isn't</> having.] -- I was disappointed, too.