It's a difficult thing - when one's nervous system is still flushed hard with pent-up adrenalin - to stand around and listen to stuffy politics that fly over one's head. Gideon thrums with the energy she never got to use up, muscles silently screaming for a fight, but instead she has to satisfy herself with dogging Lenore's footsteps, face hard and promising a vicious fight for anyone who steps out of line.
No one does. Not physically. It's just endless bureaucracy and planning and talking until slowly some of the tight-wound tension begins to bleed out of her, replaced by boredom and a desire for rest. She's half asleep on her feet by the time she tails Lenore to the space that's hastily been prepared for her, one hand still on her sword (now sheathed) despite the unlikeliness of an attack. It’s almost like being jerked awake when Lenore presses against her the moment they're (sort of) alone. With the vampire's face against her tits, the soft shape of her pushed close against her body, Gideon's nerves fire back into life all over again.
It's done without thought, her own arms encircling the woman before her, Gideon's face dipping down to press against her thick and silken hair. It's with a small shock - like a snapped stem - that she realises her relief is genuine. That the vampire she'd threatened to kill only a few short days ago has somehow become someone she wants to keep safe.
"Hey, you did it. It's done. It all worked out good, I think?" she'd be lying if she pretended she'd kept listening to even half the stuff discussed upstairs, but she still thinks she has the gist of it.
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No one does. Not physically. It's just endless bureaucracy and planning and talking until slowly some of the tight-wound tension begins to bleed out of her, replaced by boredom and a desire for rest. She's half asleep on her feet by the time she tails Lenore to the space that's hastily been prepared for her, one hand still on her sword (now sheathed) despite the unlikeliness of an attack. It’s almost like being jerked awake when Lenore presses against her the moment they're (sort of) alone. With the vampire's face against her tits, the soft shape of her pushed close against her body, Gideon's nerves fire back into life all over again.
It's done without thought, her own arms encircling the woman before her, Gideon's face dipping down to press against her thick and silken hair. It's with a small shock - like a snapped stem - that she realises her relief is genuine. That the vampire she'd threatened to kill only a few short days ago has somehow become someone she wants to keep safe.
"Hey, you did it. It's done. It all worked out good, I think?" she'd be lying if she pretended she'd kept listening to even half the stuff discussed upstairs, but she still thinks she has the gist of it.