Chapter 1
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Urszula, "Konik na biegunach" (as said by Urszula, the song for our beloved or not inner children in our hearts of hearts)
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Your faith was strong but you needed proofYou saw her bathing on the roofHer beauty and the moonlight overthrew yaShe tied you to her kitchen chairShe broke your throne and she cut your hairAnd from your lips she drew the "Hallelujah"!
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Sky Young, that assistant whom his Partner jad brought from who knows where or perhaps she came on her own - Jayce Talis had never yet cared enough to ask her, sorry, though he did silently appreciate her competence and some intellectual assets - was standing in the doorway.
Standing like Lot's wife. Looking ready to scream or run inside. Then, she cried out, "Viktor!" and ran inside.
Jayce follows her gaze.
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Jayce follows her gaze and sees a beautiful scene inside-
Memento Mori
-beautiful, because, this is Viktor, trying to make Viktor live longer, Viktor on his own, trying, shame they can't do this together, but, but, but, doesn't Viktor know that Jayce would take Viktor's secrets to grave in a hundred years gladly, so, why, why not tell him, his partner his partner his partner
his father had once shown him a picture
Dance, dance, dance
A soldier a baker a king a beggar a chooser a villain a friend a groom a bride a child a mother a toymaker
And beneath as above
memento mori
Jayce thought he forgot that memory but now that he remembers
with clarity somehow suddenly he realises that this memory
the HexCore had found in Jayce's mind all on its own
because Jayce cannot hear any words from the HexCore
so, worried, Jayce just asks, or tries to ask, if Viktor is safe and
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memento mori
memento mori
insufficient materials
come, Viktor's partner, Hexcore says or doesn't say
you're made or materials
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okay, Jayce thinks, very much scared
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memento mori
memento mori
memento
mori
Viktor is dying
saving Viktor's life!
Heimerdinger is wrong
you know that
Partner
please- materials--
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"okay," Jayce whispers, scared
he understands
he does not understand
but Viktor not dying is better than Viktor dying
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Jayce will hold on-- hold on and--- surely---
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memento mori
Memento
Mori
Poor Viktor looks to be in trance
Memento
Memento
Don't you dare forget
A milkman a lover a princess a friend a smith a rogue a topsider a trencher a child an adult
Dance, dance, dance
The partner of the dance is
A white skeleton always so sensually almost wholly naked draped only in a tiny bit of black cloth where his gentalia would be if bones could function as
So
So sensual
But scary
Memento mori
Jayce had been ten years old. His dad showed him an ancient painting
Memento mori
Dad said it's okay to be afraid
In a few seconds
Little Jayce's pants were slightly wet
Only a few droplets. Kept hidden from father.
"I am sooo not afraid. But, but, but! So unfair!"
"Huh?" Father did not understand.
the death is a casanova, he a heartbreaker. Loves all - loves nobody...
ten year old Jayce thought and did not say, wishing to be NORMAL.
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memento mori
Memento mori
Memento mori
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Memento mori.
What is Viktor doing with the Hexcore?
sorry, ms Young, Jayce does not say, as he hits dear woman, dear coleague, upside down her head.
Sats her down gently outside the door.
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Memento mori
A teacher a kingsman a tailor a seamstress
All dancing
With the skeletal casanova
The picture crystal clear in no longer little child's memory--
Jayce Talis runs to Viktor, who is not looking his prettiest, right now. Hand caught at the Hexcore.
Jayce calmly tries to lift Viktor's hand
(The calm is a lie. Jayce is NOT calm. In his heart of hearts. But he lies to himself that he is as calm as ... as a lake on windless day
Truth is
Jayce right now is no lake
But not yet a forest fire
Maybe a small storm, appearing almost contained to one city
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Jayce's hand is gone now. Then, his other hand is gone, too.
Viktor seems to be in a trance.
"Viktor, brace yourself, I'll kick you to the far wall, now! You will probably break a rib! I'm sorry! I will resign from the Council - to apologise for your rib--!"
Jayce kicks Viktor's chest, hard.
And then Jayce Talis no longer has a right foot.
Ah, well - he must try the left leg kick, now-'
Viktor's eyes open,
"...Jayce...?"
"That's me!" Jayce exclaims, almost giddy. "I do memento us some mori. Oh, you would find the ancient paintings soooo tacky. I will show you in the museum. It's a date, dear Partner. Okay?"
"...okay. is something happening, Jayce?" Viktor asks. He appears slightly dazed and confused during this... storm....?
"Your eyes are pretty. Wow. What even is a name for this colour?" Jayce asks frankly and kicks Viktor's chest with all his strength.
Again, Viktor's pretty HexCore dos not agree, apparently, and Jayce's left leg is suddenly made of dust. Like stars above.
"...Jayce!"
"Viktor! Are we playing scream each other's names drunk game of ours right now, I like the game, V, but you must gimme hand-i-cap or... hic-- I feel lightheaded-- tell me if you're hurting, V, I will let go, I promi--"
Something magical lashes at Jayce Talis's throat.
"V---- Viiii-" Jayce tries saying
Tries
Oh, he can't say it, not anymore
Huh
Maybe he can write Viktor's name, instead, so, nothing lost-
The thought does bring Jayce solace--
Oh, but Viktor is so disappointed in him. Trying to push Jayce away now--
sorry, Jayce thinks, while not feeling sorry
Viktor's gaze so arrested on his, so beautiful, a marvel, a miracle
V is screaming some profanities at the HexCore--
But why?
The HexCore is Viktor's. So, surely the Hexcore is all good.
Jayce leans closer to the Hexcore, feeling a pull
A pull
A pull------
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Jayce must be delirious because for half a second there is a strange clarity in his mind
a sudden burst of clarity
Viktor is the Mage who saved Mom even though Viktor is no mage
Oh but of course.
that makes sense.
thank you, Viktor, always Jayce's personal Messiah
How nice
at the knowledge, Jayce's limbs hurt much less
how nice
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"...ththank.....viiiiiiiiiiikkkkkkkttttttttt----"
Jayce Talis dies with Jayce Talis brand giddy smile reaching Jayce's not wholly innocent eyes.
That are half a second later ripped out of their sockets.
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I am the moster You created (...)
& worst of all (..)