[ John Gaius gets bullied by an unkillable vampire assassin into a piggy-back ride, and it shocks him into a pure, startled huff of laughter. He hooks one brown and seed-riddled arm around D's collarbone, leaned up awkwardly against his shoulders, head bowed close against D's hair. (My day's gone a bit weird, he informs Augustine, from a distance.) The seeds are still burrowing, his skin healing over the intrusions and only shunting them deeper into muscle fiber, like hideous living splinters.
As D crests a tree-lined ridge, identical to all the others, John tightens his grip like he's seen something. ]
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As D crests a tree-lined ridge, identical to all the others, John tightens his grip like he's seen something. ]
There— stop here.