The Folly of the World
“Jan never did anything right, never did as he ought, never, ever, ever. He was supposed to turn, was supposed to see and stop what he was doing and say he was sorry. Of course he didn’t do that, but even then he was supposed to be quiet about it, to go silent and drop his arms and look mutely down at the tip of steel jutting out of his belly, a red drop suspended on its edge as a thin, dark creek began to ooze out around Glory’s End. Jan was supposed to silently look at Sander, the rope falling from his fingers, and accept what had happened. Apologize, maybe.
Instead Jan freaked the fuck out before the sword had even passed through him, slithering forward and trying to escape the crypt, to wriggle into the water like a landed eel. His bare back was spurting blood as he fled and Sander stuck him again, trying to go deeper, harder, right through his heart, but Jan danced on the blade, bone scraping metal as he shrieked and shrieked, the noise so undignified, so unquiet, so utterly… un-J...an, that Sander stopped trying to stab him and set to slashing at the back of his neck with the sword, her thirsty edge winking between them as she fell again and again.MoreLess
Instead Jan freaked the fuck out before the sword had even passed through him, slithering forward and trying to escape the crypt, to wriggle into the water like a landed eel. His bare back was spurting blood as he fled and Sander stuck him again, trying to go deeper, harder, right through his heart, but Jan danced on the blade, bone scraping metal as he shrieked and shrieked, the noise so undignified, so unquiet, so utterly… un-J...an, that Sander stopped trying to stab him and set to slashing at the back of his neck with the sword, her thirsty edge winking between them as she fell again and again.MoreLess
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