#bearslayer

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Killing Eve (TV 2018) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Eve Polastri/Villanelle | Oksana Astankova Characters: Eve Polastri, Villanelle | Oksana Astankova Additional Tags: Fluff, killing eve week prompt: domesticity Summary:

Bearslayer (Aleksandrs Rusteiķis, 1930)

Have you heard the legend of Bearslayer? Or Lāčplēsis, as he is referred to in Latvian lore. Born of a bear mother. Wielding the strength of a bear. But man. He saved his uncle from a bear by ripping it in half. The bear. He defeated many Crusaders in many battles using only a sword and some army. He even installed democracy on an island or something. So it was written. But this is not it. This is only a side quest. A community mod. The incoherent ramblings and deviant side quests of the hero brought him to the hillfort of Atašiene. You would not know the place, but it's ok. It's somewhere between Brooklyn and Gobi Desert, as a crow flies. Exploring the iron age community around the hillfort, the hero heard a helpless man calling. "Help, help my shed is on fire!" The stranger screamed. So the hero rushed to help immediately. He ran into the burning building to tackle the uninvited flame. Entering the trouble right with a good right hook and a following with a choke from behind. He then executed a perfect suplex. But a jump kick was heard in return. The almost even struggle went on for a good while. At one moment, fire grappled the hero and threw him out of the window. Shattering it. The window. It scared the bystanders. Folks have never seen anything like that, as there are no glass windows at that time Baltic region. Ohh what true technological wonders can mankind accomplish! But the hero did not fold in the fight. "Take that!" "Taste the pain!" Hero battered the unlucky state of matter so badly that eventually the fire jumped out of another window and ran away into a nearby marshland, whimpering. Marshland still known as Teiči marsh. Hoping the insane man will not follow it in the swampy deceptive lands that devour man with its quicksand-like grounds. The bustling hillfort comunity center that stood for a thousand years is gone for another thousand years now. Abandoned, canopy hidden, hillfort mound of Atašiene still hides in the forests near the same marsh. Sometimes, in moist and fogy mornings, gazing from the mound towards the march, a fantom of the crescent-adored towers from an antediluvian palace - "The cradle of lords", translucently lurk out of low mists. Above wetlands that now stand unwelcoming to life. A quick to fade, lingering memory of what things have transpired there in forgotten eons. Under correct drugs of course. But that has absolutely nothing to do with this story.

How I imagined her according to book description:

That's cute, but I like another translation:

"But one who fell and rose again is stronger