#ed speleers
The humans have held fascination with circles, attributing meaning where they are found from the eternal rotation of the planets around the sun, to move the clock hands, to a simple wedding band.I know full well just how to circle can affect one’s life or death…
Heads you live, and tails you die. A fair chance, would yez say, MacKenzie?”
“For them?”
“For you.”
The soft Irish voice was as unemphatic as it might be were it making observations of the weather.
As in a dream, Roger felt the weight of the shilling drop once more into his hands. He heard the suck and hiss of the
water on the hull, the blowing of the whales—and the suck and hiss of Bonnet’s breath as he drew on his cigar. Seven whales the fill of a Cirein Croin.
“A fair chance,” Bonnet said. “Luck was with you before, MacKenzie. See will Danu come for you again—or will it be the Soul-Eater this time?”
The fog had closed over the deck. There was nothing visible save the glowing coal of Bonnet’s cigar, a burning cyclops in the mist. The man might be a devil indeed, one eye closed to human misery, one eye open to the dark. And here Roger stood quite literally between the devil and the deep blue sea, with his fate shining silver in the palm of his hand.
“It is my life; I’ll make the call,” he said, and was surprised to hear his voice calm and steady. “Tails—tails is mine.” He threw, and caught, clapped his one hand hard against the back of the other, trapped the coin and its unknown sentence.
He closed his eyes and thought just once of Brianna. I’m sorry, he said silently to her, and lifted his hand.
A warm breath passed over his skin, and then he felt a spot of coolness on the back of his hand as the coin was picked up, but he didn’t move, didn’t open his eyes.
It was some time before he realized that he stood alone.
In my head cannon they said Ed you’re making jimmy too gay and banished him and that’s why he left
I like Guy but these two knuckleheads will always be my otp
