fundamental to harrianthe is not only the fact ianthe recognises harrow as a necromantic equal/superior, but also the fact she so so so badly wants harrow to actually kill her during. she spends 90% of htn employing negging techniques learned from the saint of misogyny himself and classical third house backhanded compliments and her reward is the arm scene. that one fic where harrow literally pins ianthe to a wall with bone spikes was extracted straight from the diary of one ianthe naberius, nèe tridentarius. she wants a girl that could actually fucking kill her but won’t
in a kitchen au ianthe and harrow would be overworked linecooks and ianthe would torment harrow until harrow, sleep deprived and soaked through with sweat, puts a kitchen knife to her throat in the fridge whereupon ianthe thinks that the logical next step is them fucking instead of murder. and she would be right except harrow is way too catholic to fuck someone in a walk-in fridge. so she leaves after ianthe moans a little. then the cycle begins anew. like i don’t know what else to tell you that’s just how it happens