PAPERCUT

the finnvi boy had been cast away, one could say. forced to leave as harsh whispers traveled fast: of the son of a whore who dipped his own stick into her soup. sifjaslit at its worst, they said. granted, it was true. jaeger had plowed into his own mother numerous times and not once had he regretted tasting the forbidden fruit. but the whispers circulating were beginning to drag down his reputation. he couldn't overtake his uncle if they all looked upon him as if he were homegrown scum. so he had left. regrettably so, as his beloved brother seemed to be willing enough to prove himself useful. but that was then. and this is now. now he was trapped between insomnia and an ever growing tightness in his groin. soon he would have to find pleasure, entertainment at least. the fallen valkyrie found himself slipping less than gracefully on slicked glaciers, cursing beneath his breath in the ancient language. legs as long as stilts looked awkward bound to his bony frame, a dull silver brimmed with coal along the spine. inverted spectacles schooled over a shadowed figure but a statute away, tantalizingly feminine. "entweder ich m?chte heimskr, oder sie ben?tigen eine magd nau?r." the words unveiled from his split cavity, softly mouthed and withdrawn so as if to protect her from some unforeseen force of destruction.