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“The low emergency lights of the Mithraeum highlighted the sharp angle of Ianthe’s jaw and the hollow of her throat right where it joined the collar bones. Her pallid hair was streaked with gore of a color that could have never have come from a human being and her First House pearlescent robe was soaked in grime.

Gideon realized quite suddenly that Ianthe was beautiful.”

ok so hear me out: you know how when you really admire/value a specific skill, that means that whenever someone is really good at that skill, they seem kinda sexy? even when they are horrible? yeah.

This fic takes place after gideon and ianthe meet in HtN (when gideon is in Harrow’s body) and before they actually get to ianthe’s room.