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...)