Richard is the best. Watching him work is better than any play; the man is an artist with a blade. Alec can't remember being worried when watching the man fight, even if he was the one who picked the fight. The worry comes after, when he thinks about how, someday, someone will best his friend, and then Alec will be alone.
He's been alone, for three whole days. He hates it more than living. It's duller than a garden party.
But this is wrong, this fight and the way it makes him feel... Richard shouldn't be charging. He should hang back, he always hangs back and waits for the other swordsman to make a mistake. There's something wrong, he wants to scream, but he doesn't dare distract the fighters.
Alec can't take his eyes off the charge. If he had, he might have noticed the men creeping up behind him and leveling their weapons. The hiss of gas is lost in the hiss of his breathing. He tastes it, that's how he first notices the pink substance. The taste of the air in his nostrils, mouth, lungs changes, and then the pink fog finishes encircling his head. He can feel - he can almost see the involuntary flare of his nostrils as they intake out of shock reflex.
"Too l-..." The world is already streaking out into a riot of color and starbursts of light, and Alec's eyes flicker to Richard. He wants to tell him how strong it is, that it's better than any drug Alec has tried, but his mouth won't work. His eyes roll back, and he can't quite finish the warning or the mental admonishment of no, want to look at Richard before his head cracks against the cobblestones.
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He's been alone, for three whole days. He hates it more than living. It's duller than a garden party.
But this is wrong, this fight and the way it makes him feel... Richard shouldn't be charging. He should hang back, he always hangs back and waits for the other swordsman to make a mistake. There's something wrong, he wants to scream, but he doesn't dare distract the fighters.
Alec can't take his eyes off the charge. If he had, he might have noticed the men creeping up behind him and leveling their weapons. The hiss of gas is lost in the hiss of his breathing. He tastes it, that's how he first notices the pink substance. The taste of the air in his nostrils, mouth, lungs changes, and then the pink fog finishes encircling his head. He can feel - he can almost see the involuntary flare of his nostrils as they intake out of shock reflex.
"Too l-..." The world is already streaking out into a riot of color and starbursts of light, and Alec's eyes flicker to Richard. He wants to tell him how strong it is, that it's better than any drug Alec has tried, but his mouth won't work. His eyes roll back, and he can't quite finish the warning or the mental admonishment of no, want to look at Richard before his head cracks against the cobblestones.