There is a susurration of cloth as he makes his genuflection. He does not intend to fall on his knees, but it happens. The resignation and dignity he has sought to cultivate throughout his confinement dissolves like wet sugar in the face of that which he has held out for, despite himself, despite all that he knows about the workings of the King of England, which is everything. Or so he has thought, often, and never correctly.
Harrow gets dosed with bone dust; Gideon gets dosed with Harrow.
"Tell me, sirs, was it not bravely done?"
“You found me.” The almost suffocated inanity that spills out of Tang Fan’s mouth cuts down all other riotous, competing sound in the room, in Sui Zhou’s head. “I called out to you.”
“I heard you,” Sui Zhou murmurs. Even this is too much to give his voice to. He gives it over despite himself. He gives himself over in spite of many selves for Tang Fan.
Hell has all the best musicians.
March and Healy go on a stakeout together. The close quarters turn out to be a little bit more than they can handle.
podfic of the shoreside job by tommyandthejons
Before Galen's message made it to Saw Gerrera, he had to find someone to take it. He saw Bodhi as a relatively easy mark. It might have been easier for them both if it had stayed that simple.
Ethan Chandler lends a hand in a matter that falls outside Victor's medical expertise.
Talking at someone is only fun for so long. That's all being a sect leader is: talking and talking to people bound by courtesy to listen to you. It's so fucking dull. A relief, then, to face one’s equal, and no less an old friend who is inclined to interrupt you whenever you ramble. He likes it. It’s one of Jiang Cheng’s best qualities.
In the years after Guanyin Temple, Nie Huaisang attends to unfinished business.