[ the scrape of shifting furniture, then it's Isaac's face at the crack of door. he ushers her within; replaces the chair.
blood trails from bed, to floor, to leander's heap. isaac's clothes — hands — are little cleaner. the front of him stains from kneeling, footsteps streak red. don't scream, he thinks to say,
but lexie was right: he didn't choose her carelessly. the battle of ghislain; the ambulance crew. the orlesian court. ]
He's stable.
[ enough. isaac sounds no less winded in the trade tongue (this much leander ought to hear) ]
I don't know what he was trying to accomplish. But I know what it will look like.
no subject
blood trails from bed, to floor, to leander's heap. isaac's clothes — hands — are little cleaner. the front of him stains from kneeling, footsteps streak red. don't scream, he thinks to say,
but lexie was right: he didn't choose her carelessly. the battle of ghislain; the ambulance crew. the orlesian court. ]
He's stable.
[ enough. isaac sounds no less winded in the trade tongue (this much leander ought to hear) ]
I don't know what he was trying to accomplish. But I know what it will look like.