crabson

I totally forgot to post my Discworld cards here!

how jingo went

close ups on his face, bc i like when hes holding on by a thread

In Klatchian there is a word for hovering-between-states-of-acknowledgment-of-truth(s). It is a short word for a long sentiment and an even longer process. Vetinari believes it to be one of the most beautiful words on the Disc. In a brash moment of inter-personal warmth, he said as much to Downey who promptly asked for the word. Vetinari delivered it. Downey exhaled smoke from the fag he had on-hand and said, I suppose it has a nice grey quality to it. I suppose it is fitting that your favourite word would be that colour. Forty years is a long time. It is also not long at all. [...] The Patrician, formerly known as the dog-botherer, has always been strange. Strange boy, when they were lads, who promptly grew into a strange man. Still, Downey supposes they all have their peculiarities and eccentricities. For him, it is his creatures, those beautiful tropical millipedes and hissing cockroaches and ghost scorpions. Also, his plants and fungi. The old classic of Butterfly collecting. The new classic of Beetle collecting. Other things, too.   On fresh paper, with a sharpened styli, he begins to sketch out what Vetinari wants to see of himself. What could the back side of a man without much of it look like? As in, he had flesh but then the gunne ripped through it. Exit wounds are harsh, expanding things that shock and surprise. He remembered seeing Cruces then turning Cruses over and seeing what the shot did to him upon leaving his body. Apply that to Vetinari’s chest. He wonders what the world would be like if Vetinari had died that day. Strange, for he cannot imagine life without the man crab-walking around being queer and difficult. Downey has known him since boyhood and there is a sort-of forced, faux concept of permanence when you’ve known a man since boyhood. He’s small chested, Downey presumes. Vetinari’s rib cage is clearly not the largest ever made. He isn’t like Downey, he doesn’t take up space how Downey does when he wishes to. Yet, he also strangely cannot compress himself in terms of essence, how Downey can when he wishes to. Vetinari takes up a specific amount of space physically and spiritually (let us be poetic about this for a half-second) and that is that. No more, no less.

annnnd the Downlock board.

They're going to be so functional and normal about each other!! I foresee zero (0) problems.

[Downey version]

A few moments later Lord Vetinari stepped inside and stood leaning heavily on his stick and surveying the room with mild interest.

... ‘Why … Lord de Worde,’ he said, looking surprised. ‘I had no idea that you were involved in this enterprise …’

William coloured as he hurried over to the city’s supreme ruler. ‘It’s Mister de Worde, my lord.’

‘Ah, yes. Of course. Indeed.’ Lord Vetinari’s gaze traversed the inky room, paused a moment on the pile of madly smiling rocking horses ...

‘They made rocking horses here.’