I lied (plus a scene from Delphinium)

So I lied. While writing a scene in Delphinium Pierre thinks about something that happened at University and the moment stuck with me. I didn’t have a good reason to elaborate on it in the book, but I’ve written most of it as a Scene already 😛 I know, I know, I said Noctua- that’s next. Hopefully.

Don’t know if I can finish this new Scene tonight, it’s very rough at the moment and I’m tired, but I will show you the part of Delphinium it was mentioned in (which is also a bit rough, eep):

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“So what did you do this last year?” she asked as they began to walk around the clearing. They heard water and made towards the stream.

“More specific surgery work,” he replied. “We had corpses to practice on, to be able to know what went where, and why, and how.”

“How did you receive corpses?”

“Several people and families generously allowed us to use their loved one’s bodies after death.”

“I can not imagine that is popular. Did you share each.. Body?”

Pierre grimaced. He had not wished to inform Lizzy of this specifically. “Truthfully most were criminals whose deaths were not deemed important enough to give full funerals. At least this way they would be… of use.”

She took this in stride, nodding her head slowly though shuddering.

“A grim year, then.”

“Quite. Though it was not all gloom and horror.”

“Do tell?” While they had walked their hands had linked and she leaned against him as they found the river.

“We were students after all. Pranks were pulled, curfew ignored, alcohol drunk in excess. I was among the oldest so I mainly watched over the younger men.”

“And when you were younger?” Lizzy probed, reading into what Pierre had not said. He did not meet her eyes, staring up at the trees quite pointedly.

“Your brother and I had our fun at times.”

She laughed. They had gotten into enough trouble as children to guess the level of possible mischief Pierre and Piers could do when alone and bored.

“Anything illegal?”

I killed a man, he thought immediately. Several in fact. One of the prisoners was taken straight from his hanging to their slab so they could see what was as close to a living body as possible. He had been not quite as dead as they had thought. After seeing the blood flowing and hearing the man jerk and let out a moan, many of the students turned away and one ran to alert a professor. Pierre had made it seem that he checked for a pulse, but he squeezed the very damaged windpipe. By the time someone with more authority was in the room the man was well and truly dead. It was deemed a delayed hanging. Most of the class left, but Pierre and a few others remained to finish the lesson.

“No,” he told her.

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