Happy late Midwinter. Here's my fic about the Dark Urge saving people from freezing to death and then paying a visit to Gortash.
Mind all the warnings in the tags.
They plan to slip back into the night, they really do.
But just as they settle in their resolved, they find themselves being addressed…
“It must be quite difficult trying to sneak up on someone in this weather, is it not? You can be as quiet as a ghost, impressive as always naturally, yet that one whiff of breeze gives away your presence nonetheless, my friend,” Gortash does not raise his eyes from his correspondence. Possibly because he does not want to let them know he has no idea where they are, unfortunately aware only that they indeed are somewhere here. And so they still have a chance to leave, to let him wonder if he might have been just imagining it. Or…
“If I wished you dead, your corpse would be already growing cold,” they shake away their invisibility spell, revealing their terrifying bloodied frame to his ally.
“Yes, yes naturally,” Gortash nods uncomfortably unconcerned. They suppose they are the one to be blamed for it as they greet him way too often with threats of his demise and so far without delivering. “Good evening to you too.”
“Evening? Night or perhaps morning might be more accurate,” they grin as Gortash starts looking for some means to tell the time. His hand slides towards his chest looking for a pocket of a coat that is not present. His neat little time-telling invention must be somewhere in breast pocket of the cloth he is currently not wearing. And it is a rare sight indeed, seeing him stripped of most of fancy knick-knacks, just in plain shirt and pants and boots. Even his ever-present golden imitation of claws was put aside for convenience of writing. He must realise that too, how awfully bare and vulnerable he is right now. Though if he is bothered by it, he does not show it. He only lets out a tired sight.
“It is late then. Well, of course, of course it is. It is always late,” he lets a fatigue slip into his voice. He stretches like a man who has not moved from one spot for several hours.
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