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Isolde + Tristan
The ambulance ride has a frustrating, hazy finality to it, like an ellipsis at the end of a bad
novel. Isolde has contemplated this feeling before: Lying at the bottom of a blood-spattered
stairwell, doubled over the driver seat of a hotwired car, stranded in a nightmare forest on
the cracks of reality…but surrounded by EMTs is a new one. She isn’t used to the sequence
of events that follows from attempted murder to emergency services. She wishes she were
in one of those desolate hell holes, bleeding out instead of getting pumped full of plasma
and painkillers. Death isn’t the end she’s thinking of for once. It’s the policemen and the
newspapers and the juries. It’s the manufactured lie she calls a life about to crumble
around her. Death would be doing her a favor, if she’s being honest, especially if it took
away the evening’s humiliation.
The monster…the beast…wasn’t playing fair. Isolde doesn’t quite know what she saw — the
thing she saw — but it was so much more glorious than any of her petty trophies over the
years. Maybe the Mother is real, and maybe she isn’t, but Isolde knows divinity when she
sees it.
YOU AREN’T FINISHED, MY LOVE.
In sync with her self-pity, she sees Him deep in her stronghold. Soft eyes and heart-shaped
jawline like hers, but so much more successfully arranged, like a masculine do-over of her
whole face. He’s as beautiful as the day He swept her into this long form stab at
constructive suicide.
“What, think I have a future in jailhouse shanking?” she mutters aloud because she doesn’t
care what the two EMTs hear. She’s more concerned with the scimitar she left back at the
crime scene, covered in what she suspects is every ounce of her DNA.
YOU’RE THINKING TOO FAR AHEAD, BEAUTIFUL.
“Don’t fuck with me. For once in our life…” She’s drifting with the morphine now, and that
suits her fine. She never had much use for unsolicited advice, especially her own.
YOU’VE GOT ONE MORE IN YOU. DON’T YOU, DEAREST?
Isolde’s head flops to the left, in part from the failing strength in her neck, but also in
response to a call to action she’s never quite been able to resist. The monster lies just
inches from her, after all, strapped to a stretcher after losing a gallon of its blood. She and
Isolde were two critical to wait for separate rides.
GLORY ISN’T GODLINESS. IT’S ABOUT WINNING.
Isolde closes her eyes and thinks of all the times that ethos almost got her killed. She lets
the morphine wash over just little longer…then grabs one of the EMTs, dashing his head
into his partner’s and knocking them both out in a single strike. Always was a quick healer.
She rips away the IV and the other plastic bits running into her body — despite the pain,
despite the pang in her chest that wants to quit this, to just accept the fear she feels every
time she looks in a mirror. She checks the beast’s vitals and moves on to the driver. The
EMTs will be alright if she leaves them by the hospital, but she’ll need to find a good place
to dump the truck after that. Somewhere near a place with the right feel to open a pathway.
The beast…Sabia?...will take a while to recover without medical attention, and Isolde can’t
think of a safer place to hide her than His keep. She’ll have plenty of time to plan her prey’s
lessons.
“No more scimitars. I do it my way.”
WOULDN’T HAVE IT OTHERWISE, DARLING.
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He’s no t used to being afraid. A swo rd in the gut and
a dagger thro ugh the eye — so m edieval. To o ridiculo us to
be last-rites-terrifying. Ah , but she’s no t sm iling. She has
the strength o f Indra and Sun Wuko ng at her fingertips, Lives
radiating thro ugh her blades into his gut and his skull.
That heritage is no thing to sm irk at, even if it m ight no t be
real. It’s what she believes at any rate, and she’s go ing to
pro selytize. He tries to explain: “Yo u and m e, sister? We’re
fam ily!” No w that sh e finds funny, and she digs the swo rd
a little deeper to sho w him ho w m uch. “No t yet, bro ther!
Let’s share so m e blo o d.”
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“He who fights with monsters
might take care lest he
thereby become a monster.”
Well.
That’s half right.