Title: His City

Chapter: One, 'Vimes'

Author: sunny-historian

Rating: PG (moderate language)

Pairings: Vimes/Ankh-Morpork (so you haven't read the beginning of Guards, Guards? Shame on you!); implied Vimes/Sybil

Summary: filk about what Ankh-Morpork means (Vimes' POV)

Disclaimer: characters and setting belong to Pterry. I'm only borrowing them for a minute & I'll bring them straight back!



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Cigar in his mouth

cobbles under his feet:

he walks in the rain and

is happy.



Ankh-Morpork is his -

his alone, this wet night

half-hated, belovèd,

his city!



Remembers his wife -

but tonight it's his mistress

possessing, enfolding...

His city!



The Pitts... Cable Street...

feel the stories in smooth stones

his story! his city!

he loves her!



He cannot escape

his love, her cruel desire

that whore fiercely biting

his mouth like ripe peaches

his city!





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Sorry about that! Strange little thing, I know...

(And yes, the end was intentional...)