Oh. My God is a man. But. . . inside the Locked Tomb, the tomb which must never be opened, the grave that contains the death of the Emperor and the Nine Houses, is . . . a woman, preserved in eternal death.
[ on the one hand, misa legitimately thinks that's beautiful? maybe it's harrow's way with words that enamors her; there really is something so otherworldly, so ethereal about it.
[I'm glad they're dumb romantics for the same thing. Even though this was Harrow's awkward way of saying 'fyi I have a girlfriend she's a popsicle corpse but we're open']
. . . The moment of death is the moment when death is most powerful. The soul is excised, but not yet sent to the River. The body is gone, but has not yet begun to decay, to return to the dirt. It is as though she is peacefully sleeping for eternity, frozen, dead, yet someday perhaps she will wake. That day will be the end of life in the universe.
[Does she honestly find that romantic? It's always been a little strange, a little embarrassing, a little vulnerable to admit to.
Harrowhark is - a hard person to get close to, in many ways. She keeps a prickly exoskeleton on her at all times. The more she feels someone wants in, the harder it is for her to allow. Misa has been fascinated with her from the moment they met, but she's been interested in the Harrowhark she wants to be seen as. A reverend daughter, a devotee of the tomb, dark, intimidating. That Misa hasn't been intimidated makes sense when Harrow understands her parallel feelings towards death; if she's fascinated rather than fears death, it tracks she would be fascinated with rather than fear Harrowhark.
Misa - is a beautiful girl. She isn't blind. She isn't so cold she can't see something like that. But she wouldn't let someone like Misa in, even in this natural, small way, if they weren't in this place. The buried warm and human part of her wants someone like Misa, the cold and dutiful part thinks she shouldn't want that, but the cold and dutiful part also knows that now it is her duty to let that foolish, emotional part of Harrow have her way. It's duty all the same.
Except that Misa goes red, when she hears Harrow speak of the tomb, and she says it's beautiful, and she says it's romantic, and Harrow's heart flutters, just a little. Just enough, that Harrowhark dissolves for a moment.
And Harrow takes the hand, and with her other hand cups her jaw and presses a kiss to her lips.]
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Your shinigami is a girl, too?
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That is who I have given my whole heart to.
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on the other: ]
Um... isn't death always eternal?
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. . . The moment of death is the moment when death is most powerful. The soul is excised, but not yet sent to the River. The body is gone, but has not yet begun to decay, to return to the dirt. It is as though she is peacefully sleeping for eternity, frozen, dead, yet someday perhaps she will wake. That day will be the end of life in the universe.
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Hey, Hachi, can I be super, totally honest about something with you?
[ she leans in closer, face now tinged a little red. ]
Misa thinks that's really, really beautiful. Like, romantic beautiful? Misa's heart belongs to someone else, too, but...
[ she attempts to slide her hand onto harrow's. ]
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Harrowhark is - a hard person to get close to, in many ways. She keeps a prickly exoskeleton on her at all times. The more she feels someone wants in, the harder it is for her to allow. Misa has been fascinated with her from the moment they met, but she's been interested in the Harrowhark she wants to be seen as. A reverend daughter, a devotee of the tomb, dark, intimidating. That Misa hasn't been intimidated makes sense when Harrow understands her parallel feelings towards death; if she's fascinated rather than fears death, it tracks she would be fascinated with rather than fear Harrowhark.
Misa - is a beautiful girl. She isn't blind. She isn't so cold she can't see something like that. But she wouldn't let someone like Misa in, even in this natural, small way, if they weren't in this place. The buried warm and human part of her wants someone like Misa, the cold and dutiful part thinks she shouldn't want that, but the cold and dutiful part also knows that now it is her duty to let that foolish, emotional part of Harrow have her way. It's duty all the same.
Except that Misa goes red, when she hears Harrow speak of the tomb, and she says it's beautiful, and she says it's romantic, and Harrow's heart flutters, just a little. Just enough, that Harrowhark dissolves for a moment.
And Harrow takes the hand, and with her other hand cups her jaw and presses a kiss to her lips.]