[Fic] I Know It's Strange (Another Way To Get To Know You)

[spindizzy]

IT'S DONE, it's pretty bad, but here it is! (SFW, caution for violence and the mildest of all possible body-horror?) The person I wrote it for left a nice comment and I literally DON'T EVEN CARE that it's probably a courtesy comment, that was straight up the nicest thing she could have said. ;___________;

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[thebaconfat]

This is REALLY GOOD though????

(Sorry I didn't get the chance to leave feedback in time, I meant to but work happened and just. kept. happening.)

Like, it flows really well and this whole bit is honestly fucking perfect:

And Goodnight thought about his rifle, upstairs in his room, the silver bullets beside it. He had a good chance of making it up the stairs before Rocks could make it across the room, could have a pelt labelled "Billy Rocks" before the judge first thing tomorrow. But.

In the war, the shifters he'd seen were more monster than man. They tore through everything – through their own flesh to let the wolf out, through the army in front of them, and when there was nothing left in front of them? Through the army behind. No thoughts as far as he could tell, aware of nothing but the killing that went on and on.

(Some days, Goodnight can understand that more than he likes.)

I love how much you've done with this prompt and how much you've suggested about the world and about what their partnership will be with just a few words.

The sound was like a signal to the crowd, and Goodnight lost sight of the scuffle as people started rushing in every direction. Most pushed past him, screaming for the exit like Rocks was a hound from hell ready to drag them to their eternal rest, and from the meaty crunches coming from that direction he couldn't exactly blame them – Goodnight grabbed his drink on instinct to save it as the men and women at his table scrambled for the exit – but a dedicated crowd of farmers and cowboys was trying to shove against the tide, guns in hand.

And this???? is really really good??? Goody's little turns of phrase, 'meaty crunches', Goody saving his drink while everyone panics -- all perfect???

alive and uneaten, curled around an arm that hung limp from the shoulder.

fantastic

Rocks reached up with a hand that still held a vaguely human shape and ripped the last lingering bit of human skin off his snout.

awesome

Goodnight had seen all kinds of men becoming wolves – brave men and coward alike – and all of them had hollered and howled their way through the their bones shifting inside them. He'd never seen anyone bear it in silence.

now I'm just quoting everything, but it's all so good

he could feel the tendrils of panic reaching for him like a creature trying to drag him under dark water, but he kept his eyes on Rocks.

and Billy being this wonderful calming, grounding presence even while he's maiming everything

Rocks wasn't trying to kill anyone, Goodnight was sure, because no one seemed to be dead.

yessss

Goodnight touched dry tongue to dry lips, then downed his glass.

aaaaaaaa