I died knowing you’d hate me for dying, but Nonagesimus, you hating me always meant more than anyone else in this hot and stupid universe loving me.
[ID: Four digital paintings with dramatic lighting, with text on an orange background overlaid. 1. Gideon viewed from behind, her two-hander gleaming as she has it propped on her shoulder. Text reads, “Always your sword, my umbral sovereign.” 2. Gideon and Harrow side by side, surrounded by partially raised skeletons, Gideon’s sword at the ready. Text reads, “In life…” 3. Harrow, one eye gold and one black, blood dripping from her nose, trying to hold the two-hander. Gideon stands behind her, one hand on the handle and one on the blade to help her hold it. Text reads, “in death…” 4. Harrow, both eyes gold behind her shades, grinning as she reaches over her shoulder to grab the bone-encrusted sword. Text reads, “in anything beyond life or death that they’d want to throw at thee and me.” /end ID]
