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A short snippet from just after the Mortals game. It felt better before I started writing it, but kinda didn’t work out.
Mhairie rings the bell, and slowly starts to usher people out of the bar. The night is over, and people are starting to drift for home, or whatever other business they have tonight. On the way out, I chat for a while with Tolly & Thaddeus, then head South, towards the river. There’s a lot on my mind, and I don’t think I’ll be sleeping much tonight, so I walk, down by the river, for an hour or so, before opening a bridge to Umbra on the Heath.
I get myself Cleansed, and spend another hour or two talking things over with the people around, but I can still feel my skin crawling, where Riklish’s hands were. I don’t think I’m tainted by anything, it’s just this feeling, like my skin wants to fall off around his touch. I still can’t get over that conversation, though I’m not saying much about it to most of the Sept. It’s so obviously a set up, so obviously a trap, that even Scythe can see it coming. But in a week’s time, if what I’m planning fails, are we going to have a choice?
That’s the worst of it, I think. Knowing that I can’t find an objection, based on what he’s doing, just that I feel like it’s wrong. And if we have to go with his plan, then we’re going to have an enormous mess to clean up anyway. But we might have saved the world.
I stifle a yawn, and look for my watch, before remembering that Brock blew it up a few weeks ago. But Luna is low in the sky, and it must be getting early, so I head for home. It’s still strange to be going home, to the flat I used to rent when I first came to London, that’s mine now, but it’s home, and it’s comfortable, and there’s a shower, then a bed.
I turn the shower up all the way, and stand under it for what feels like hours, until that crawling feeling goes away, and then I stagger towards my bed, stopping just long enough to open a window a little. I don’t recall falling asleep, but I must have done, because the girl who’s now beside me wasn’t here when I went to bed. I smile, and pull her close, and I feel something I haven’t felt in a long time – a faint stirring of hope, that maybe there’s a way out of all this, and that there’s a reason to try.
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Mhairie rings the bell, and slowly starts to usher people out of the bar. The night is over, and people are starting to drift for home, or whatever other business they have tonight. On the way out, I chat for a while with Tolly & Thaddeus, then head South, towards the river. There’s a lot on my mind, and I don’t think I’ll be sleeping much tonight, so I walk, down by the river, for an hour or so, before opening a bridge to Umbra on the Heath.
I get myself Cleansed, and spend another hour or two talking things over with the people around, but I can still feel my skin crawling, where Riklish’s hands were. I don’t think I’m tainted by anything, it’s just this feeling, like my skin wants to fall off around his touch. I still can’t get over that conversation, though I’m not saying much about it to most of the Sept. It’s so obviously a set up, so obviously a trap, that even Scythe can see it coming. But in a week’s time, if what I’m planning fails, are we going to have a choice?
That’s the worst of it, I think. Knowing that I can’t find an objection, based on what he’s doing, just that I feel like it’s wrong. And if we have to go with his plan, then we’re going to have an enormous mess to clean up anyway. But we might have saved the world.
I stifle a yawn, and look for my watch, before remembering that Brock blew it up a few weeks ago. But Luna is low in the sky, and it must be getting early, so I head for home. It’s still strange to be going home, to the flat I used to rent when I first came to London, that’s mine now, but it’s home, and it’s comfortable, and there’s a shower, then a bed.
I turn the shower up all the way, and stand under it for what feels like hours, until that crawling feeling goes away, and then I stagger towards my bed, stopping just long enough to open a window a little. I don’t recall falling asleep, but I must have done, because the girl who’s now beside me wasn’t here when I went to bed. I smile, and pull her close, and I feel something I haven’t felt in a long time – a faint stirring of hope, that maybe there’s a way out of all this, and that there’s a reason to try.
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