--For 'twere no charity; yet, to wash your blood
From off my hands, here in the view of men
I will unfold some causes of your deaths.
This has all happened before, and it is happening again.
This is sort of a not!remix of my own fic -- it covers a universe with about the same plot/conceit as the 'normal' marriage-verse, that is, Faded And Were All Undone, but with a Bolingbroke more borrowed from and amplifying Nigel Lindsay's pretty brutal, cynical Henry than Rory Kinnear's earnestly put-upon one. Richard's favorites also die a pretty horrible death in that production, even relative to how they usually die, so that's reflected here. But it doesn't follow Faded in terms of sequence; the next bit of that is coming up and has way less grossness.
Content notes in endnote.