here is the strangest, cruelest thing i've ever written, which includes 4,000 words of violent porn and a fully cited fictive excerpt from the Gray Man's book on fraternity in anglo-saxon poetry. i have not the foggiest idea what i was exorcising, but for freaks of a specific niche, i hope this scratches a particular itch or presses a rarely reached bruise.
complete: knap
old middle english (v): a crest, a hill; to chip or break by a sharp blow, as flint
trc: declan/mr. gray | 7k | violently explicit | archive warnings apply
Gray found him exceptional. Stroking the boy’s filthy curls off his forehead, he asked, “Do you know what’s about to happen?” Declan didn’t flinch, though it took him a moment to swallow his mouth wet again. “Will you tell me who’s paying you? This seems elaborate.” Gray shook his head. “I can make you like it, if you want,” he offered.
tags: mountains, brutality, nesting doll trojan horses. please see additional content warnings at the link.
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for whatever reason, this little object completely transfixed and confounded me; i just could not get the beats right, and then the language, and then the beats again. probably the vast majority of those who might be interested in reading it have been subjected to my infinite external processing about it already, and/or have given me notes. huge thanks (in no particular order) to @sonofa-dream, @flightspathfic, @whatimages, @otherparties, and @knucklecurve.
