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SPRING:
The deed came in a letter from Pyrrha, who suggested that they could go on ahead and she and Pash would join them after a year or two.
At night, Harrow clung to Gideon's back so tightly that Gideon compared her to a particularly malignant tumor. Gideon would have complained a great deal more if she ever let go.
SUMMER:
In three months, Harrow had gained 20 pounds and (according to the local doctor) resolved several glaring micronutrient deficiencies. Gideon occasionally wondered how that was even possible considering the Reverend Daughter's lack of appetite, but she never wondered about it for long due to being entirely too busy eating.
On this particular occasion, Harrow was ignoring a very small bowl of porridge while Gideon methodically devoured a very large bowl of porridge topped with berries and heavy cream and an omelette made with as many eggs as she had been able to find after searching both the fridge and the henhouse.
"More than twenty percent of the population has red hair, Griddle, not including yourself," Harrow was saying. "There is a woman named Abigail who likes to eat minerals. Clearly my subconscious is filling in details based on my past experiences."
Gideon contemplated this theory for almost a full minute. "Are you going to eat that?" she asked finally.
FALL:
(skeletons maybe??)
WINTER:
"Get up, loser, we're going swimming."
Harrow peered up from her nest of blankets. "No."
"I wasn't asking, O Liminal Life-Mate."
Harrow compromised by grimly refusing to wear a swimsuit, glaring reproachfully while Gideon changed into a two-piece that left nothing at all to the imagination.
(It left a great deal to the imagination.)
She made it neck deep into the steaming, faintly sulfurous water before she began to sob.
Gideon wrapped her in a crushing hug. Harrow continued to sob until she was exhausted, floating limply in the pool, watching Gideon's breasts bob up and down next to the oil spill of her unbound hair.
"Gideon?"
"Asshole?"
Harrow wasn't sure if she wanted to smile or to die. "This isn't how it happens."
"So?"
Harrow's breath hitched in the last shuddering echo of a sob. "I can't lose you again."
"You can't get rid of me. One flesh, one end, remember."
Harrow surged up out of the water so she could look directly into Gideon's eyes. "One flesh, one end, bitch ."
EL FIN