Harrow got so unbelievablely horny dreaming about Gideon’s rolled up sleeves exposing her lean, taut muscle, a little dewy with sweat and
steam but you know what…. thinking about it. Gideon does not disrobe basically ever, except in private to bathe. A tantalizing glimpse of forearm may legitimately be the most Harrow’s imagination has to work with
Consider: Gideon Nav is a sword jock, all physicality and concerns of the body. She’s loud and boisterous, and while she can be mouthy as hell, her impulse is to either fight it out or hug it out before thinking to talk it out. She is tactile to the point of physical genius.
Can you imagine how touch-starved she was, growing up in the Ninth? And she never even got the chance to realize it, to turn into the bear-hugging, back-slapping, hair-ruffling monster she was meant to be. To see a friend sitting on the couch and casually sprawl across them, because that’s what you do with friends, obviously. To give Isaac and Jeannemary piggyback rides and sling a casual arm across Palamedes’s shoulders and bump up against Cam when one of their necromancers said some ridiculous necromancer thing.
No wonder she and Harrow were always at each other’s throats. Fighting was the only way they were allowed to touch each other, to be touched by someone who was actually emotionally invested in them as a person.
I’m gonna go cry and draw Gideon giving isaac and jeannemary piggyback rides now, don’t mind me.
