A sabre is, by nature, forthright.
Richard likes secrets, and Mowbray likes oaths.
Hockstetter knows all the best places to hide. What else are friends for?
Ding Rong has walked himself through five vivid calculations of Wang Zhi’s death at his hands in the carriage before Wang Zhi speaks.
“I’m in need of a second,” he says.
If Lan Wangji has learned anything from his atonement for Wei Wuxian’s death, it is that patience is neither simple nor shallow.
Nie Huaisang asks Jiang Cheng to plug him up after sex so he can be filled with Jiang Cheng's cum while presiding over a discussion conference. Halfway through the day, Jiang Cheng thinks he should check if Huaisang needs a refill.
Some guys just can't resist doing a comrade a favor.
--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.
Two things are unavoidable: death and laundry.
(A take on the bathing scene from '...on the earth, and not on him', from a perspective other than Richard's.)
He’s done his fair share of fucking up in this line of work, but this might be the worst he’s ever done it.