“Oh, I love it. I love ugly, brutal things. But you make it beautiful, too, Shane Hollander, with the way you play, and that is what I have come to watch. You are so light on your edges, so crisp and graceful. You are dancing on knives, and everyone else is trying not to fall.” He pushed himself away from the pillar, and Shane held very still, frozen, as Rozanov reached out to cup his chin, gripping it so hard Shane’s lips parted. “Beautiful,” he said firmly.
Or: Shane Hollander, Gold Medallist, encounters Ilya Rozanov, leshy. Walk with me into these woods if you will.
Excerpt from Ch 5, so break inserted as spoiler warning:
It wasn’t that Shane stopped being angry, after that, or that he stopped wanting to go home. But Ilya couldn’t or wouldn’t send him back; for Ilya, they were one and the same. He didn’t want to, and so he couldn’t. His power came from wanting, he explained, and what he wanted was Shane.
“Well, what about what I want?” Shane snapped. He’d fetched his clothes from the riverbank and put them on because he couldn’t have this conversation naked.
Ilya changed back to human shape—kind of a dick move, really, he was so fucking hot—but maybe he, too, didn’t want to be exposed.
“I can give you what you want,” he said, low and suggestive.
“I’m not talking about that,” Shane said, disgusted. “I have a life, do you understand? I have things that I want, that I’ve dreamed about and worked and sacrificed for. I have people that I love, people who depend on me, I matter to them. You can’t just—”
Ilya merely shrugged. “Jump in the river again, see how it goes.”
Shane punched him.The bruises he’d left on Ilya’s body when they fucked had vanished with the wreckage of his back, as if Shane had never touched him at all. He did his best to put them back, bloodying Ilya’s nose, his teeth.
“Oh no, the kitten is angry,” Ilya said, a little thickly through the blood. “Go on, котёнок, hit me some more. It’s funny.”
So no, he did not stop being angry. But Ilya was absolutely immovable: it didn’t matter what Shane wanted, this was where he was now, and there was no changing it.
And Shane had always been a very practical person.
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The person who undertakes to read the sermon to the woman, possessed by demons, must not drink alcohol for six weeks.
One sexton who undertook to read the sermon to the the woman, possessed by demons, did not do so. When the sexton went out into the field, a chimney-stack chased after him in broad daylight, so tall that the poor sexton's flesh crawled with fear.
This chimney, according to the peasants, chased the sexton all the way to his house, and finally crashed through the gate and broke into pieces.
Every night after that, for six weeks in a row, as soon as the sexton went out into the yard, the same chimney would suddenly appear and step on him, so that the poor sexton was afraid that it would crush him. If it hadn't been for the "God will rise again" prayer that he recited every time a chimney attacked him, he wouldn't have left the house.
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The Merchant’s Daughter and the Maidservant (The Blind Maiden) Russian Fairy Tale
The Blind Maiden, originally titled "Merchants Daughter and The Maidservant," is a dark story from a collection of Russian fairy tales published in 1866.
The merchant-father tells a king about her; she gets the letter saying she’s to be married, bursts into tears (clever enough to foresee what’s going to happen?) – so why does she bring the look-alike maidservant with her? Two aspects of the same woman? – one clever and patient, the other “full of spite,” violent and crafty but not clever or wise (the king himself notes that she doesn‘t know anything, after they marry), though she knows how to brew or at least obtain sleeping potions. One figure as the elements of intelligence and clear sight, the other as lust or envy or greed, bad traits which can stand in the way of good traits? As in “The Wicked Sisters,” the true bride’s eyes are cut out (the false one keeps them in her pocket). The true bride embroiders a crown (what do rich merchants’ daughters actually know how to do?), sends the old-man protector to sell it to the king for an eye – she goes outside at twilight, spits on the eye, and can see again: she has tacit knowledge of magical acts, which times of day work for which behaviors? (Now suddenly she has money too: before, she had to ask the old man to buy velvet and silk on credit; note the little moralizing detail that it’s a small shop-owner who gives credit; the big rich ones won’t.) The second crown is an even bigger hit, and the second eye works too; she lies down to sleep in the old man’s hut but wakes up in a magnificent glass house, where she begins to live magnificently – like a rich merchant’s daughter, if not like a queen.
