fic: strike hard and true, crow (or i’ll come back and haunt you)
Death has come to bend the knee.
chapter six
The ludicrous impropriety of it, is sweeter than spilling blood in the heart of a sept, of bodies twisted at the base of a heart tree. A wild and cowardly courage that makes him beastly, that reminds him of his beastliness. His very existence blasphemy, his nearness sin.
I deny you.
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