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Harrowhark, 19

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[unconscionable]

[ That doesn't surprise him; John also has a deep and innate preference for beautiful giant blond women who could step on him. And Kiriona is just so very nineteen. ]

Yeah? Did I ever tell you that when we first met up here she left behind two free drinks and the chance to punch me in the face again to go make sure you were all right?

[ All these roundabout compliments. ]

[necrosaint]

[ Harrow's mouth actually falls open a little in shock, which most people would probably not be aware of, but there's nothing in her head she doesn't leave open to him. It would be rude, otherwise. Shielding the Necrolord Prime must be some form of insult. ]

... No. She did not tell me such a thing either. Not that I think she would have.

[unconscionable]

Yeah, doesn't seem like the sort of thing that would come up.

You two doing okay being separate? I know it's not exactly the priority for study here, but she's full on alive again, and you're still as much of a lyctor.

[necrosaint]

It's unusual and how it works makes absolutely no sense, but out of the interest of not giving myself a nosebleed I have not been trying to figure out how it worked. This is one area in which not being sure is likely the safer move no matter how much missing information chafes.

Thus: I think we are both more comfortable separate than we would have been fully combined.

[unconscionable]

All right. Good.

[necrosaint]

[ Harrow could leave it there. Harrow should leave it there, just at his being reassuring, revel in the moment and convince herself that God really just cared about her and his daughter her cavalier--

But she doesn't.

Because that would be too easy. And sensible. And devoid of loaded statements. ]

And yourself, if I may ask? Without ... your cavalier?

[unconscionable]

I miss her.

[ It's hard to say if he misses her as a person or as power, as an inevitability to reach for. That ambiguity threads through his simple psychic statement like a second text: never before so alone / never before so weak. ]

Being here I could almost forget the last ten thousand years. But I can't forget her absence.

[necrosaint]

[ she's awkward in an uncertain, hesitant way, like "am I allowed to say this?" ]

I miss her too.