"Yeah," admits Gideon, "but." She goes quiet for a few moments. "I guess when most people hear that, they do think romance." And like—she's not fucking stupid. She's had her little revelation about this already. She knows what it means, when she sees Harrowhark in the glory of her skinny, furious, impossible power and everything in her starts chanting eat me, eat me, eat me. But—
But what? If she'd known, she wouldn't have chosen embossed skull truck nuts? She would have found something else, something actually meaningful, something that conveyed what she really meant in a way that she'd never been able to say in words, except maybe once, in the depths of a subterranean pool? One flesh, one end, bitch. Get real. She'd tried to give Harrow a gift, the only one she had, in the split seconds before coming here, and either Harrow or the universe had rejected it.
She shakes her head. "Nevermind. The truck nuts were still a good joke."
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Date: 2024-03-06 05:44 pm (UTC)But what? If she'd known, she wouldn't have chosen embossed skull truck nuts? She would have found something else, something actually meaningful, something that conveyed what she really meant in a way that she'd never been able to say in words, except maybe once, in the depths of a subterranean pool? One flesh, one end, bitch. Get real. She'd tried to give Harrow a gift, the only one she had, in the split seconds before coming here, and either Harrow or the universe had rejected it.
She shakes her head. "Nevermind. The truck nuts were still a good joke."