On the road, after the walls come down. Tris looks for answers; Peter looks for an ending.
In Egypt, the emperor sleeps poorly.
The first time, though of course he doesn't know it's the first time, everything went exactly according to plan. Crowley got the baby, right on time. He took it to the nunnery, and didn't stop to talk to the man waiting outside. He observed the whole thing, and made sure no funny business happened. At the end of the night, the Antichrist went home with the Dowlings.
It takes 600 more tries to get it going exactly according to the right plan.
October 14: En route to Varna, Seward must tell a fellow suitor what transpired one night at Hillingham.
Garrupe and Rodrigues, returning.
Billy and Stu have something to celebrate.
Tris and Four take a detour.
"Step into my fucking office."
They were old stones, the stones that buried Leporino, the boundary markers of a rustic edifice or a low wall. They might have tumbled down the ravine under the weight of last winter’s snow, or at an unlucky push.
(Written for cygnes and the prompt: the secret history au where it's a jacobean revenge tragedy.)