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An image taken with an infrared camera of a hand slightly clenched. On either side of it the words STAY and OVER are written, colored blue-black with a space texture. Beneath it is written + GLAD HE'S GONE in the same font and style, but smaller.ALT
TEXT: Already deep in my bed, baby Why don't you stay over? Know we've been bendin' the rules lately But why don't you stay over?ALT
Coronabeth sweeps past her—Gideon smells sweat, and perfume, and then something she can’t identify—and examines first Harrow’s big, ostentatious bed with its awful lace-patterned sheets, and then the dust-covered one at its foot. She barks a surprised little laugh, one hand in front of her mouth, before turning to ask Gideon, “You don’t sleep there, do you? Do you sleep in her bed?” Gideon’s face has to do the job for this. ALT
TEXT: Know we're not kids anymore Know we've both been here before These butterflies scare me to death Feel them beating out of my chestALT
TEXT: They sit, looking at each other, Harrow still with intent, Gideon still in total lack of surety, and then Harrow puts a fingertip to Gideon’s chin and kisses her again, in her desolate, untrained way, and Gideon thinks—her heart fluttering half out of her chest—that she is going to have to take the reins on this, so she opens her mouth, and at the sound Harrow makes, slips her tongue between Harrow’s lips.ALT
Black starry background around TEXT: I can be yours I can be yours now I can be yours I can be yours now I can't get enoughALT
TEXT: With the shutters drawn, the interior of the ship is comfortably dark, barring the muted light of dusty strip-lamps overhead. All it’s missing are dust motes and then, with its grey-black walls and barren shadows, it might be indistinguishable from a room on the Ninth. Gideon finds she needs that now.ALT
Black starry background behind TEXT: This isn't home for me, this isn't home This isn't home for me, this isn't homeALT
TEXT: Gideon crawls off of the couch to join her, and Harrow wraps part of something over Gideon’s body, crawling into her arms. They hold each other’s hands. Gideon wonders how she is going to explain this—any of this—to anyone back on the Ninth. She wonders if she will have to. Knowing Harrow, it will come out in some way that is extremely beneficial to the Reverend Daughter and downright humiliating for her.ALT
TEXT: I can tell myself it doesn't matter But it's hitting my heart I think you're sleeping with me, dreaming 'bout her I hope I'm mistakenALT
TEXT: In many ways it is as if he is not there, which is—demoralizing in itself, but freeing, too, running his hands over her without abashment. ALT
TEXT: So you're my last hope and, and I don't care what you do Leave my heart open, I'm gonna leave it for you You can walk on it, I wanna hurt, feeling used Take the edge off it, just take the edge off itALT

still from My Love by Route 94 ft. Jess Glynne, Stay Over by Tove Lo, Stay, don’t ask don’t tell by Tove Lo, Over, Sweettalk My Heart by Tove Lo, Over, Anywhere u go by Tove Lo, Over, Mistaken by Tove Lo, Glad He’s Gone, Stranger by Tove Lo

HOUSES IV-VI: STAY, OVER, GLAD HE’S GONE

The next three of my nine Locked Tomb fics are now out by popular demand! A couple of “what if this happened in Canaan House” fics, largely unconnected, with only the finest trans headcanons and also Naberius Tern is there. Spoiler free for both Harrow and Nona. Rated E; summaries for each (Gideon/Coronabeth, Gideon/Harrow, Naberius/Coronabeth) fic in the Google Doc (title link). See my Locked Tomb masterpost of fics here for posting schedule.

I-III | IV-VI | VII-IX

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