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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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.