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snopes_feedsnopes_feedsnopes_feedsnopes_feedsnopes_feedsnopes_feedgriddlehark_ao3_feedby toyourtambourineintime (skippingreelsofrhyme)
Harrow mourns the death of her beloved cavalier.
Words: 668, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
lockedtomb_ao3_feedby toyourtambourineintime (skippingreelsofrhyme)
Harrow mourns the death of her beloved cavalier.
Words: 668, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
snopes_feedsnopes_feedsnopes_feedsnopes_feedlockedtomb_ao3_feedby Anonymous
Two years after narrowly surviving their experience at Canaan House, Colum and Silas must reckon with the consequences of the events that transpired there.
“Our bond was meant to be sacrosanct. It has been defiled by your lack of faith. This use I will make of your body is not for the indulgence of carnal desires. It is to mend the damage that has already been done. You are my cavalier, Colum Asht. I will teach you once more how to submit to me, and you will remember how to trust me as The Kindly Prince intended.”
Words: 6391, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
snopes_feedsnopes_feedsnopes_feedsnopes_feedsnopes_feedlockedtomb_ao3_feedby harrowsthirdnip (fromnonawithlove)
A cold, bony finger was twisting along the back of her neck as a slippery voice announced her arrival. “You know, my sister and I saw you from across the bar, and we really dig your vibe—“
Harrowhark clenched her fists as she resisted the urge to shrug Ianthe’s hand away. “Leave me alone.”
“Oh, how cruel,” Ianthe pouted. She turned and leaned against the bar, brushing shoulders with Harrow as she faced the crowded room and stage. “Not happy to see me? I assumed you were here for another little rendezvous.”
The alcohol burned bitter in Harrow’s throat. “Not a snowflake’s chance in hell.”
Ianthe clicked her tongue. “Touchy today, aren’t we? I wonder why.” She allowed her gaze to wander. “Surely it has nothing to do with the tittering waif with her hands all over Gonad...”
Harrow turned around too quickly to feign disinterest. Sure enough, Dulcinea Septimus was beaming up at Griddle as though she were some dewey-eyed schoolgirl, her hands steadying herself on Griddle’s body. Even Griddle’s easy hand on the small of Septimus’s back—a friendly enough gesture under any circumstance—was enough to make her skin steam with heat.
Words: 4173, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 3 of another griddlehark coverband au
