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A Beautiful Hatred, 5/11?
Date: 2014-01-26 02:11 am (UTC)"Like the ghost," Nalasa said. Ravyn gave her a short nod and released an arrow to clatter against the far wall. Nalasa shrank back against the wall and began edging down the ramp.
She didn't see what the Deathlord did, but Ravyn muttered a filthy oath and dropped off the ramp down into the center of the chamber at the bottom. She heard the Deathlord's bone-dry voice raised in a Shout that resonated through the chamber. Nalasa rolled and slid the rest of the way down the icy slope, reaching the bottom in time to see the draugr advancing on a cowering Ravyn. Its back was to her.
Nalasa's blade found its throat. Draugr, even Deathlords, were no more immune to having their jugulars opened than mortals or ghosts, even though what flowed in their veins certainly wasn't blood.
She was a bit startled when instead of collapsing, the Deathlord turned toward her, raising its greatsword. She rolled out of the way and felt the ground shake from the impact.
As the Deathlord raised its sword again, Ravyn's arrow hit it in the back. It lost its balance and stumbled forward, giving her time to circle around behind it. It turned toward Ravyn and Shouted. His bow ripped from his hands and skittered across the floor.
The Deathlord took a step toward Ravyn. She buried her dagger in its back and it tumbled forward, nearly collapsing on top of him.
Ravyn scrambled to his feet, looking thoroughly disgusted, and retrieved his bow. Then he headed into the next room without so much as glancing at her. "You're welcome," she growled, following.
He spun to face her. "You're welcome, you swit. I nearly got myself cut in half for you. Twice."
"Sorry! You're right. I'm sorry."
Ravyn gave her a look usually reserved for things that came out the wrong end of a skeever. "Whatever you say. Let's get going." He turned and stalked off.
"There's another book here," she said, snatching it before he could shove it into his pack with the first. "'Exhumed a few... test subjects...' What? The women of..." The realization hit her. "Oh, that's just disgusting." She closed the diary hastily. "If the first one was like this, I see why you shoved it in your pack so quick."
Ravyn's eyes were blazing. "If you... If you so much as hint that I would be interested in that... that Dark Brotherhood perversion..."
Nalasa bit back a sharp retort. She knew certain of her Brothers deliberately spread such tales; it would be unfair to snap at Ravyn for repeating them. And I promised Bryn I would be fair. She recalled Bryn's harried look, and her anger vanished, replaced by guilt. "I had no intention to. I only meant that most men of my acquaintance take offense at the idea of women reading such things, and wish to preserve our 'delicate sensibilities.' Not, I assure you, that my sensibilities are anything like delicate."
"Oh, you've made that abundantly clear." Was she imagining that leer? The next moment, however, he turned abruptly away. "Let's get moving. We have work to do."
"Ravyn..."
"What is it now?" He had recovered his ordinary tone of supercilious impatience.
"I won't harass you any more. I promise." She sighed. "It started out as a joke. I was irritated by your attitude. But it got out of hand. I'm sorry." I thought I was just teasing you, but I truly admire your grace. No, far too soon to say that.
"Is that all?"
She nodded.
"Then let's get back to work." He turned away. She stared after him, frustrated rage boiling up in her chest. Ravyn, you are by far the most infuriating man I have ever met, and that list includes the Madgod himself.