Although her arthritis hurt more this time of year, Harrow preferred the wintertime to any other season. She liked that the nights were longer, she liked the pervasive quiet brought by the cold, and she really liked that fewer people were around. The store was emptier than usual since the students attending the university all went somewhere else during the holidays. There wasn’t even anyone lingering in the liquor aisle.
Regrettably, there was a human present in the frozen food section– wearing running shorts and a black sweatshirt with the hood up– but they ignored each other. Harrow filled her handbasket with a random assortment of frozen dinner options and moved on. As she passed by the other person, she raised a judgemental eyebrow at their footwear choice of socks and slides, but Harrow slowed to a stop when she read the text printed across the ass of the bright red running shorts: ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE.
“Nav?”
[Modern AU. Harrow and Gideon burn down a church on Xmas.]
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