i’m truly… i’m truly so, so sorry.
i’m in the graveyard if look could kill
interlude: kolivan sees the abyss
Keith comes back from lunch with a stain on his collar.
He’s given up on the uniform entirely and he’s wearing his
usual monochrome black shirt—long-sleeve variant, his one concession to winter
no matter how much Thace tries to aim him in the direction of a real jacket.
The smear of white below his neck stands out more on the black than it would on
the police blue.Kolivan only notices it because Thace does, and because
Thace keeps noticing it—head up, pointed stare, delicate frown, head down—rinse
and repeat. It’s not bad. It’s certainly not worth that much concern, but once
Kolivan notices Thace noticing it, it keeps drawing his eye too. Keith’s not
usually so careless.
The Archery Range 