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Mordaunt waved a hand. "My mark today did make a stabbing attempt—but he only had a spoon."
"A spoon?"
"He was eating yoghurt," said Mordaunt, by way of explanation.
"You— you killed someone while they were eating yoghurt?"
"Yes. It was good yoghurt, too."
"You ate the yoghurt?"
"After he was dead, yes. He'd hardly touched it. What? What's the matter? Have you mistaken me for someone respectable?"
— Jan 30, 2026 12:01PM
"A spoon?"
"He was eating yoghurt," said Mordaunt, by way of explanation.
"You— you killed someone while they were eating yoghurt?"
"Yes. It was good yoghurt, too."
"You ate the yoghurt?"
"After he was dead, yes. He'd hardly touched it. What? What's the matter? Have you mistaken me for someone respectable?"
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He might have carried on kissing her to her wrist, upon her forearm, past her shoulder, up her neck. He very well could have. He, feeling her cool skin under his warm mouth, quite wanted to.
In moments like this, one wished to worship a little.
Her wide, shocked eyes reminded him that her hand wasn't, and would never be, his to kiss.
— 11 hours, 54 min ago
In moments like this, one wished to worship a little.
Her wide, shocked eyes reminded him that her hand wasn't, and would never be, his to kiss.
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She said, "We can help each other."
He said, "I know."
She said, "We don't have to like it."
Osric made no answer. He already liked it. He hated that he liked it.
Her hand in his grew restive. He had held it too long. She pulled it from his grasp and was gone.
He hated that he had come to the waystone whole but left it having lost a piece of himself in two star-brilliant eyes.
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— Feb 03, 2026 08:03PM
He said, "I know."
She said, "We don't have to like it."
Osric made no answer. He already liked it. He hated that he liked it.
Her hand in his grew restive. He had held it too long. She pulled it from his grasp and was gone.
He hated that he had come to the waystone whole but left it having lost a piece of himself in two star-brilliant eyes.
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He pulled a bootlace free. "Besides, I don't want to dirty my knives. You stay here and clutch your pearls."
"Clutch my-don't kill them," said Aurienne, stepping in front of him. "They're idiots-utterly lacking in judgement. We must give them a chance."
"You've already given them a chance," said Mordaunt. "Besides, they threatened to kidnap you."
"And? You threatened to kidnap me."
"Exactly: only I can do that.
— Feb 03, 2026 06:11PM
"Clutch my-don't kill them," said Aurienne, stepping in front of him. "They're idiots-utterly lacking in judgement. We must give them a chance."
"You've already given them a chance," said Mordaunt. "Besides, they threatened to kidnap you."
"And? You threatened to kidnap me."
"Exactly: only I can do that.
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"Pretty?" interjected Mordaunt. "Who's prettier, her or me?"
One bandit piped up that she had better eyelashes but he had better cheekbones, and thus mortally insulted them both.
The bandit chief emerged from the conference and said, "About the same."
Aurienne gasped in outrage. Mordaunt, labouring under the delusion that he was prettier, also gasped.
"Well," said Mordaunt, "now you're definitely going to die."
— Feb 03, 2026 06:06PM
One bandit piped up that she had better eyelashes but he had better cheekbones, and thus mortally insulted them both.
The bandit chief emerged from the conference and said, "About the same."
Aurienne gasped in outrage. Mordaunt, labouring under the delusion that he was prettier, also gasped.
"Well," said Mordaunt, "now you're definitely going to die."
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Clearly im still very early into the book
So I don’t know how I feel about it yet
But I like Osric so far
— Jan 27, 2026 07:12PM
So I don’t know how I feel about it yet
But I like Osric so far
"No," scoffed Mordaunt. "What a stupid question."
"Is it? You've taken a few stabs in the course of your career. I've seen the evidence."
Mordaunt waved a hand. "Memories of bygone days. I'm nigh untouchable now. My mark today did make a stabbing attempt—but he only had a spoon."
"A spoon?"
"He was eating yoghurt," said Mordaunt, by way of explanation.
"You— you killed someone while they were eating yoghurt?" asked Aurienne.
"Yes. It was good yoghurt, too."
"You ate the yoghurt?"
"After he was dead, yes. He'd hardly touched it. What? What's the matter? Have you mistaken me for someone respectable?"
"Have you any sense of honour whatsoever?"
"No," said Mordaunt. "Anyway, I came here for a healing, not an assessment of my morals. Can we get on with it?"
Aurienne stared at Mordaunt. The shadow under the hood stared back at her.
He was well on his way to dying. There would be one less of him in the world. It would all work out in the end.
It was time to continue this farce of a healing exercise.