Gideon almost flinches at someone following her. Her hand tenses as her instincts to draw her sword conflict with the lack of a threat that Gideon can sense. She hasn't forgotten how softly and sweetly Cytherea smiled at her, even as she was murdering people for the crime of serving the same master she had for a myriad, for nothing more than being there and their deaths a lure to kill someone else. She remembers how much she did for Cytherea because she asked. Up until the murderous reveal. Then it was easier—just swords and bones.
So she isn't at ease looking at an attractive woman, but Gideon gets that's mostly on her.
"Weird as fuck every time," Gideon affects a casual air, badly. "That's some magic trick."
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So she isn't at ease looking at an attractive woman, but Gideon gets that's mostly on her.
"Weird as fuck every time," Gideon affects a casual air, badly. "That's some magic trick."