You don't like touch. I like touch. We could get touchy by getting hit (or at least you getting hit) by lightning. We can talk about what you'd be okay with beforehand. Consensual inflammatory weather.
[ there was a good ten minute delay, when harrow is normally very responsive to Gideon especially; most of her replies are immediate, this one wasn't. The impression it gives is absolutely that she answered the first question and then had a very long pause. ]
At the time, the school. The hallways kept moving around on me and changing how they lined up, and I lacked a good notation system so it was very time consuming.
Now I've done what I believe is the majority of Wintermute, and I have gotten most of Epiphany as well.
[ Gideon has prepped for this conversation. She's expecting this kind of question. ]
Oh, huh. I only go there to find you. I'd like to see your maps.
Touch is important to me. Touching you is important to me even if it's not— It's also important you don't loathe it the entire time. Like, the full body paint was nice.
If you think about the lightning as an intensifier, it'll make a more pleasant way to discover what you enjoy or find most tolerable. You reflect on them with a clear head, and we do more of what you liked most. Lower risk of loathing. No more loathing in this relationship. We filled that quota for a lifetime.
Indeed, if you are willing to count yourself as Ninth enough to become a name attached to a ritual. Perhaps the Necrolord would consent to certifying it.
[ no, harrow does not have a clue about what john gets up to in folkmore ]
I have loathed you enough in five minutes to loathe another for a lifetime, darling.
[ also she spent time around ianthe now ... ]
Or in other words: I concur. And consent, albeit hesitantly so we need to have an antidote available.
[ Well. Harrow is not going to allow that, exactly ... ]
I wouldn't want to leave you unsatisfied. It's simply others touching me I think I might be overwhelmed by. Of course, I may be too repulsed by bodily fluids to be able to handle even that—I can perhaps hope that the lightning would temporarily nullify that part of my psyche.
Oh, we'll stay close together, and I have no problem telling people to find someone else to get snuggly with. If they don't listen, I'll get to impress you.
If the lightning doesn't handle that, I'll have strong words with it.
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No, I had a different idea.
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Go ahead.
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You don't like touch. I like touch. We could get touchy by getting hit (or at least you getting hit) by lightning. We can talk about what you'd be okay with beforehand. Consensual inflammatory weather.
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At the time, the school. The hallways kept moving around on me and changing how they lined up, and I lacked a good notation system so it was very time consuming.
Now I've done what I believe is the majority of Wintermute, and I have gotten most of Epiphany as well.
Oh.
This is important to you?
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Oh, huh. I only go there to find you. I'd like to see your maps.
Touch is important to me. Touching you is important to me even if it's not—
It's also important you don't loathe it the entire time. Like, the full body paint was nice.
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Apparently, I will not loathe it.
I am not yet sure if I loathe that, if I can relinquish myself to such a thing.
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If you think about the lightning as an intensifier, it'll make a more pleasant way to discover what you enjoy or find most tolerable. You reflect on them with a clear head, and we do more of what you liked most. Lower risk of loathing. No more loathing in this relationship. We filled that quota for a lifetime.
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[ no, harrow does not have a clue about what john gets up to in folkmore ]
I have loathed you enough in five minutes to loathe another for a lifetime, darling.
[ also she spent time around ianthe now ... ]
Or in other words: I concur. And consent, albeit hesitantly so we need to have an antidote available.
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We don't need dear old 'dad' to certify it. He isn't acting like a Necrolord, so he doesn't get Necrolord rights.
[ Harrow, you don't want to know. Gideon's sad she knows. ]
The antidote is cuddling. Nonsexual. We just need a signal, and that's all that'll happen. I promise.
[ Gideon's got plenty of experience being horny and not acting on it. She could be the queen of it. ]
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I wouldn't want to leave you unsatisfied. It's simply others touching me I think I might be overwhelmed by. Of course, I may be too repulsed by bodily fluids to be able to handle even that—I can perhaps hope that the lightning would temporarily nullify that part of my psyche.
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If the lightning doesn't handle that, I'll have strong words with it.