Ship: Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus, The Locked Tomb Words: 208 Notes: First in (hopefully!) a series of River bubble AUs which I’ll be posting until time runs out tonight.
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Harrow sits nervously at the counter, checking her watch every few seconds, trying and failing to ground herself in the clink of glasses and the fizz of their contents.
This is exactly where the tall and muscular redheaded stranger in the leather jacket had told her to wait, exactly when she told Harrow to expect her. She glances to the window, sees nothing, runs through a million panicked scenarios in her mind - a tragic crash, a cruel joke, a last-second change of heart - that might get between her and her very first-
“…date?”
Harrow had forgotten Dulcinea’s presence. (She had been there the whole time, surely?)
“Lost in your own world again?” Dulcinea smiles gently. “Checking your watch isn’t going to make it move any faster, you know.”
“I know,” Harrow responds with what she hopes is not petulance. “I just… you really think that a girl like that would go for a girl like me?”
“I think anyone would be lucky to have a girl like you,” Dulcinea responds, laying a hand on Harrow’s trembling arm.
And as the sound of a motorcycle approaches, and Harrow’s heartbeat accelerates in time, Magnus turns from his place behind the counter and says:
FILL: Team Webcomics/Webtoons
Words: 208
Notes: First in (hopefully!) a series of River bubble AUs which I’ll be posting until time runs out tonight.
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Harrow sits nervously at the counter, checking her watch every few seconds, trying and failing to ground herself in the clink of glasses and the fizz of their contents.
This is exactly where the tall and muscular redheaded stranger in the leather jacket had told her to wait, exactly when she told Harrow to expect her. She glances to the window, sees nothing, runs through a million panicked scenarios in her mind - a tragic crash, a cruel joke, a last-second change of heart - that might get between her and her very first-
“…date?”
Harrow had forgotten Dulcinea’s presence. (She had been there the whole time, surely?)
“Lost in your own world again?” Dulcinea smiles gently. “Checking your watch isn’t going to make it move any faster, you know.”
“I know,” Harrow responds with what she hopes is not petulance. “I just… you really think that a girl like that would go for a girl like me?”
“I think anyone would be lucky to have a girl like you,” Dulcinea responds, laying a hand on Harrow’s trembling arm.
And as the sound of a motorcycle approaches, and Harrow’s heartbeat accelerates in time, Magnus turns from his place behind the counter and says:
“Is this how it happens?”