Gideon shakes her head, conscious that she's probably said too much and uncomfortable with it. The last thing a true cavalier would do is admit they hate their House and would do anything, anything at all to escape it.
Besides, she hasn't escaped it. Not yet. Not until Harrow ascends to whatever Lyctorhood has in store for her and Gideon is free to head to the Cohort, paid commission in hand.
"Harrow can tell you all about it," she says, sliding her dark glasses back on. Her eyes – those golden, nothing-like-Ninth eyes – disappear behind their smoked lenses. "She's the head of the House. I'm sure she's memorized all ten thousand years of Ninth history and anything else you might want to know."
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Date: 2020-10-13 08:36 pm (UTC)Besides, she hasn't escaped it. Not yet. Not until Harrow ascends to whatever Lyctorhood has in store for her and Gideon is free to head to the Cohort, paid commission in hand.
"Harrow can tell you all about it," she says, sliding her dark glasses back on. Her eyes – those golden, nothing-like-Ninth eyes – disappear behind their smoked lenses. "She's the head of the House. I'm sure she's memorized all ten thousand years of Ninth history and anything else you might want to know."