Havelock Vetinari :: mid-2005 timewarp AU :: Milliways
When Havelock pushes open the door to the bar, it takes every ounce of self-control not to flinch back from the sudden wash of noise and light into the dead silence of the dark alley behind him.
He is dressed in full assassin's black, for once - but it is torn and dirty, and there is blood on one shoulder bared by a rip in the cloth, and on both his hands. His face is covered in dark smudged paint, obscuring the pallor of his skin and making his eyes look very pale under the hood. He hesitates a moment, but slowly enters instead of leaving; glancing carefully about before heading in silence to the door.
Once outside, he heads slowly to the lake, welcoming the dark and the quiet.
The Glorious Twenty-Fifth of May is not, to Havelock, feeling all that glorious.
He is dressed in full assassin's black, for once - but it is torn and dirty, and there is blood on one shoulder bared by a rip in the cloth, and on both his hands. His face is covered in dark smudged paint, obscuring the pallor of his skin and making his eyes look very pale under the hood. He hesitates a moment, but slowly enters instead of leaving; glancing carefully about before heading in silence to the door.
Once outside, he heads slowly to the lake, welcoming the dark and the quiet.
The Glorious Twenty-Fifth of May is not, to Havelock, feeling all that glorious.